I'm (Not) a Cheap Woman

Fired

“We wouldn't be here if it wasn't for your traps. Just confess, I will forgive you this time,” said Arka.

“Until any time. I'll never admit to something I didn't do, sir. Why did I trap my father? No luck at all.”

“Not to be your holy-souter. Many women are vying for the attention of a dashing and rich man like me. But no one as cheap as you, until the heart traps me.”

Unlike usual, who can only be bowed in front of Arka. This time, he stared intently at Arka as he replied. Yes, he was completely fed up as his pride was trampled down continuously by the arrogant man.

“That's realistic, sir. I was busy with my financial statements yesterday. Where could I think of a way to trap Mr.”

“Remember the incident last night. The lights go off after you pick up the phone. Just confess, you must be calling the same person who set me up, right?”

Nisa took a deep breath, then exhaled it. He was actually very tired of serving ark accusations. But if he does not answer, he will continue to be accused of silence.

“Subhanallah. It turns out not just the mouth of the Father is toxic, but the mind of the Father as well. Last night, I picked up the phone from my brother. He asked me to come home or stay at the office. No more.”

“I don't believe it. Just take a look at your phone.”

Nisa deftly thrust her remote communication device into Arka. The evil boss immediately opened the call history on Nisa's device. But there is no name there.

“You deliberately deleted all incoming call history? So that you do not get caught out of the phone with your man.”

Damn.

Here's Nisa's weird nature. It is easily extracted with a piled up call history. That's why he deleted it last night.

“Enough. You really are outrageous Nisa. I'm so sick of your hypocrisy. Starting tomorrow, you don't come here again. You I fired.”

“Can't be so, sir. I'm not wrong here. I have completed the financial report on time.”

“Destroying the reputation of the boss is a very fatal mistake.”

“Father don't be selfish, feel self-harm. My reputation as a woman has also been damaged because of Mr.”

“Please get you out of here!”

“I may not be able to repay the deed, you. But Allah is Fair, Sir. One day later, the crime you committed to me will turn around Mr.”

Nisa leaves Arka's room, as well as the company.

Outside it is raining heavily. For some reason, the rain likes to accompany people who are in a state of anxiety. For example, Nisa is sad after being fired.

The sky was gray, just like Nisa's gray life.

He's traumatized.

Nisa entered the house in wet clothes. He covered his pain with great difficulty. His mother greeted him with sad tears.

“In the office there is a problem?” ma'am Faridah asked Nisa who was keeping her shoes on the shelf.

“Nothing, Ma.”

“Terus why did you come home so fast? Usually go home at 5 o'clock.”

“I am given a lightening can go home quickly today. Because last night was overtime.”

“Oh, is that it? There you take a shower. Do not forget shampooing, let not fever.”

“Iya, Ma.”

Nisa Cus to the bathroom. Don't imagine a shower. In the bathtub there is only a pink dipper shaped love.

He flushed his body many times. He thought he had done something to mess with Arka. Because he and Arka woke up in a state of innocence without a thread.

Long inside, his mother came knocking on the door. “Nisa, you're healthy right?”

“Iya, Mother. Why?”

“Solve your bath quickly. Do not take long if you take a shower, your skin will quickly wrinkle.”

“Iya, Mother. I'm out now.”

Nisa is outside.

“Come, breakfast first. Mama cooked the fried banana. There is warm tea too, suitable for you who are out of rain.”

The mother and son headed to the living room.

No Kanza, his chatty sister had left for school when it was cloudy earlier. Afraid that his uniform and bag would rain.

Nisa then enjoys one or two pieces of fried bananas. Continue by drinking two or three sips of warm tea.

Nisa stood up from her seat. “I went into the room yes, Ma. Want to lay-baring.” He brought a glass of tea made by his mother into the room.

Faridah's mother, who knew her son was tired, nodded quickly.