Jum Wo Ai Ni

Second meeting

Juminten immediately downed the freshly laid lemon tea, thirsty after riding the angkot. Not to mention, he still had to walk to find this luxurious cafe.

Especially after seeing the numbers listed in the receipt of payments given by Raka, Juminten's throat became increasingly dry.

"Emh ... Sir, can I ask for a waiver, I can only pay 500 thousand only. The rest I'll take a tart." Juminten squeezes the fingers interlocked above the thigh.

Raka let out a long sigh, he felt sorry for the girl sitting before him. The four million money was nothing for his boss, but still Raka could not decide for herself. Moreover, the car that was scuffed was Dylan's favorite car.

"Sorry Miss Jum, I can't decide for that. The decision is entirely in the hands of my Master" Raka said regretfully.

"Then when will I meet your Master. Sir?" ask Juminten expectantly.

"In a moment, he still has meetings in the VIP room, and please don't call me sir. My name is Raka."

Juminten. "Okay, Raka."

After half an hour of waiting, Raka gets a message from Dylan to bring Juminten to meet him.

"Let's Miss, my Master is done with the meeting." Raka stood up, while keeping the phone back in the pocket of the suit.

"Call me Jum, Juminten. No Miss, I'm just an ordinary person" said Juminten who was greeted with a smile by Raka.

Raka stepped into the VIP room on the second floor of the cafe, along Juminten road just silently trailing behind Raka. In his heart, Juminten continued to pray, hopefully Raka's superior is a person who has compassion and airy chest.

"Come," asked Raka. The elevator had stopped, but Juminten was still daydreaming.

"Eh ...Aye." Yeah." So solemnly praying in his heart, Juminten until unconscious Raka had walked out of the elevator.

Juminten accelerated his pace following Raka. They arrived in front of a room, Raka turned the door knob and pushed it slowly.

"Master," Raka looked down respectfully.

"Hem." The narrow-eyed man replied without turning his eyes on the phone screen.

Unlike Juminten, the girl stared in disbelief at the figure sitting on the sofa. A proud man he never wanted to see again during his life.

"O Allah, why did you meet me again with him" Juminten lamented in his heart.

"Miss Jum I brought here" Raka reported.

Dylan sighed, he turned off the phone then placed it on the table. Dylan turned his head, his narrow eyes bought to see the red hat girl who was smiling stiffly at him.

"You! Raka what is this dekil doing here?!"

"Decile? Sorry yes, I've had a bath, shampooing, use perfume, deodorant. Decil from where, if you don't believe try to kiss, hem ...hem!" Juminten opened his ketek and pointed it right in Dylan's face.

Dylan pushed Juminten's body away, furious as well as disgusted. There had never been someone so brash like this on Dylan before. Raka who saw Juminten's behavior could only help but laugh.

"Raka, keep him away from me!"

"Miss, please sit down." Raka, slightly pulling Juminten's arm, directed him to sit on the sofa opposite Dylan.

Dylan loosened his tie, suddenly the room felt sultry because of Juminten's arrival. Juminten put his lips together, annoyed. That's what the girl felt, to the world so narrow? until he has to meet this arrogant little panda again.

"Ehm .... How then?" Dylan asked after being quite calm.

"How what?" juminten replied still with a ketus.

"Your responsibility on my car, what else! Do not try to give up or get rid of this problem!"

Juminten glared at his eyes, only to realize that he wanted to negotiate with this man about the compensation money. Juminten immediately put on a friendly face with a smile typical of advertising toothpaste, brightly shining.

"What?!" Dylan sensed that there was a certain intent behind, Juminten's face changing.

Dylan clucked in annoyance, why didn't the woman just ask him directly? Just now Raka was going to answer Juminten's question, but..

"Dylan Li, remember that. My name is Dylan, "cut Dylan confidently while justifying his suit.

"O Mr. Dylan. Good name, I'm sure you are a good person, wise, generous and not arrogant" Juminten said.

"What you say is true, but less one. Besides that I'm also very handsome," Dylan added, leaning his hair back.

Juminten melengos, but soon in return see Dylan with a face adoring.

"Surely Mr. Dylan is very handsome."

"Hemp, I know that."

Forgive me for lying, O Allah.

Seeing Dylan's satisfied face with all the compliments Juminten said, the girl ventured to discuss the main topic of their meeting.

"Master, em ... Look, my money now is not enough to pay for your car repairs. Can you give me a little time?"

Dylan's face changed immediately. He stared hard at Juminten.

"What's? You want some time?!" Juminten answered him with a nod.

"How long? A week, a month, two months or a year. Do you think I'm stupid? you want to run away from the responsibility of damaging my car. I guess you're different from most people, it turns out the same, con man" Dylan sneered with a look of disdain.

Juminten took a deep breath, he tried to patiently listen to the insults from Dylan. Raka who saw Juminten actually felt unbearable, but he also could not do much.

"I never want to run away from my responsibilities, I just ask for a little time!" Juminten.

"From the day you made a scratch on my car, I've given you time. Two weeks, I think that's more than enough!"

Juminten was silent, what the man named Dylan said was true, but where Juminten knew that he would ask for compensation as much as that.

"Yes I know, but I never thought that the cost of repairing your car paint would be that expensive. The price of wood and iron paint in the building store is only tens of thousands, where I know it can be up to millions like this" said Juminten lightly.

"Paint wood and iron? what do you think my car is, heh!?"

"Yes, it's Mr. Iron's car too, same train."

Dylan can only pull off frustrating hair. How could he meet this woman of sekatrok and so thick.

"When do you want time?"

"Can you really?"

"Quick! I don't have time for a crazy woman like you!"

Juminten glared sharply, but nothing is said to be crazy that important can be paid tuh 4 million.

"Look, I have 500 grand now. The rest of me will install each month next the same amount, How?"

"It's whatever. Raka made me a letter of agreement for this, I want to go home. Dizziness." Dylan lifted his ass off the couch.

"Good sir."

"If Mr. Dylan is dizzy, what if the rest is given up, sir, you are already rich."

"Don't hope!" Dylan stared intently at Juminten who was grinning at the horse.