I'm a Savings Woman

Talk Both

Arka looked at Nabila who had earlier looked down in front of her. The girl was still embarrassed looking at the face of her former boss. Occasionally his round eyes glanced at Arka, then looked down again.

Now, they are sitting together on the terrace of the house surrounded by several neatly arranged plant pots. Parents are busy talking about marriage.

I don't know what was said, their laughter sounded very happy in there, after it had turned blue.

"Don't look at me, sir. Have a crush!" nabila finally said, breaking the silence between them.

Arka twisting lazy eyeball. "What a high confidence!" the white man's reply was fierce.

Nabila was blown away, then shifted the chair from the rattan material he was sitting on was approaching towards Arka. "So, Mr. Arka would like, right, to marry me?" ask the girl who is displaying her sweetest smile.

"Don't whip!" said Arka ketus, then shift her chair away.

"I don't, sir."

"Where do I know, suh far away!" Arka shifted the chair she was sitting in away from Nabila.

"Ish, just look at it later when you're married. I assure you Mr. Arka will stick a tick on my head!"

"I don't think so!"

"Eh, yes, anu .. It's not a flea, just what is it? Mmmmmm the little animals that have ecosystems on my head sir."

"Basic slob!"

"Importantly beautiful."

"Who said?"

"My ex."

"Delighted, ex-proud!" arka Cibir.

"Let's, rather than not have an ex."

"Whisper!" The man who has a height of 175cm folded his hands on his chest.

Nabila chuckles when she sees Arka who starts to look upset. "Sir Arka never, right, fretting about the nervousness of the body while wiping his cheeks the same boyfriend? Poor, pity, pity."

Nabila reflexes holding both cheeks. "Sadly very, sir."

"I came here to bed you at my mother's request So bury your confidence! There are a lot of girls out there who are prettier and better than you to get in line to marry me, but I refuse them all!"

"Why? They're carrying a mosquito racket?" tanya Nabila was curious.

"No!"

"Oh, kirain because it's carrying a mosquito racket. Continues to?"

"Because I don't want to get married! And look at that body of yours, all flat," rattled Arka with eyes examining Nabila from head to toe.

"Geez Mr Arka!" shouted Nabila hysterically, which made Arka aghast.

Chests were taken by surprise because of the screams of the girl. "Can you usually not talk about it? Don't worry, don't ride the bike anymore!"

"Salah Mr. Arka too, why if you do not check the facts and the truth first." reply Nabila accompanied by a loose laugh. "Okay, you know where my body is all flat? Have you seen the dalem? So yes, if there are many more beautiful and sexier than me, but Miss Izzah likes me, how dong? If Mr. Arka does not want to, why not refuse?"

Arka was silent, really he could not answer the question asked by Nabila.

"Pak Arka quickly said my body was flat even though he never saw how my dalem. Different dong with me. My eyes have been stained because I saw Mr. Arka wobbling not wearing clothes, continue to only use color. The video is still on my phone." said Nabila terbahak.

"You're here–" He paused, held back his annoyance, then he chose to take a deep breath. "Why do you want to accept this proposal? Is it because I'm handsome, rich, and your boss?"

"Well, that's you know, really cool, Mr. Arka. Really a dream husband. It's handsome, pinter, rich again." Nabila looked at Arka with a wink.

While the stare shuddered amused.

Arka shook her head slowly, she leaned her back on the chair. "Yes Allah .. what is the sin of the servant until given a future wife like this?" he murmured slowly while kneeling the temple that felt pulsating.

Arka was surprised, only this time he met a narcissistic girl like Nabila.

'He deserves to be museumed, in line with ancient humans, because it falls into the category of rare humans.'

Seriate.....