Leaning My Naughty

Wiz

“Bominate highly!”

“Not my Brother's arrogant, but speaking of reality.”

“Serah.” Pouty.

Satria chuckles little looking at Nurbaya's monyong lips.

“Hm, Brother want to go straight home or get ready to go to the Mall? I've notified Mr. Hamdan to take Brother and pick up.”

“I'm leaving today with Brother Dewa.” explained Satria.

“I want to go home, I'm not feeling well.” said while chewing breakfast.

“Basic slackers, just working two days directly off.” tease Satria.

“Eh, boy. What do you know about work?”

“I?” satria asked with a mocking smile.

That smile was very annoying to be looked at by Nurbaya. What a stupid word he said just now. Obviously the young man before him has been learning business since childhood, even SMP has been holding company projects.

His grandfather, Arnel Harviz Damrah was not afraid to play around, if the project given to his grandson failed and spent a lot of money. However, the blood of the Damrah family is so thick attached, the genius of their family deserves a thumbs up.

The young man successfully started a business from the bottom, until now he is still in High School entrusted to hold subsidiary companies Damrah Groub and Hardwork Groub.

“I'm a girl, so reasonable slacker. The work and responsibility is male, because he will be husband.” Seeking self-defense.

“Hm.” Satria looked at the old Nurbaya.

“What the hell look! Quickly finish breakfast!”

“Sister's words were right.” he said, giving a thumbs up sign agreed.

“Who was it?!” sahut Nurbaya is arrogant.

“Then I have to work harder, so that my lazy wife can have fun.” Satria blinked her eyes at Nurbaya.

Plaque! The clap landed smoothly on Satria's arm.

“Basic boy, odd times! Later twitching eyes, play flickering aja.”

“Yang blinked my future wife.”

“Basic of a child! Who will be your wife?”

“Kakak.” the answer is relaxed.

“Ahahahah. You little boy, just carelessly when you say. Take a quick breakfast and go to work. I also want to go home.”

Satria obeyed, finished her breakfast quickly and went to the company with the Secretary of the Gods. While Nurbaya also prepared while waiting for Pak Hamdan to come.

Nurbaya went home.

Arriving at home, he was in droves with many questions from Mona.

“Why did you do it?”

“You are jahilin Young Master again huh?”

“Let's tell Mom, did you make Young Master sulk?”

“Yesterday afternoon Young Master find-in you. If you make a promise it must be kept! Don't break the promise!”

“Bu, when do I promise?”

“You are many reasons, nosy base.”

“Poor Young Master, he is very good, but you are always a jahilin him.”

Blah... Blah... Blah...

Again, again and again, just a plea and a compliment to Satria. Nurbaya will be blamed. It's common like this!

“Ok, Mom. I'm better than Satria. So, I don't have to take any more. He has now gone to the office and Mr. Hamdan again waiting for me, he will take me to Mall.”, Nurbaya said stopping Bi Mona's tirade.

Inevitably, let alone sleep soundly in his room, he must now prepare to go to the Mall because he does not want to hear a lecture from his mother, even though he intends to have a holiday today.

“Tau that, mending I sleep in a villa. Home afternoon. Aaaahhh! Sebel!”

Ever since he arrived at the Mall, he felt followed. Starting from her to the toilet, even while eating. And now, as he was about to go home.

He walked cautiously towards the car park downstairs. Not to mention the quiet streets in the parking lot. He deliberately turned on the music, but his brain still hinted at fear in his mind.

Brak! There was something in the corner, not to mention that he was struck by a child's toy that could sound.

“Aaaaaaaa!!” He was suffocating violently, running as fast as he could towards the car parked by Mr. Hamdan.

Mr. Hamdan became worried, heard a scream, and soon he saw Nurbaya running fast. “Nona why?” tanyanya.

“There is nothing sir, I was just surprised.” he explained with a breath of ngosan.

Mr. Hamdan opened the car door. Then Nurbaya got into the car.

At one of the parking lots, someone hid with his camera. He stared at the car that drove it until it ran out.

**

“Si*l! Is it still a long time? I want to go home, I want to meet Brother!” Satria threw the god with the paper he had already clenched.

“Don't you say there are only 2 meetings. You say finish at 2 at the most? It's 8 pm now, Brother must have gone home.”

He called Mr. Hamdan.

The middle-aged father picked her up and explained to her that Nurbaya was already in the car, on her way home.

“This is all because of you, Stupid!” Throwing the Secretary of the Gods with a pen on his desk.

Finishing the meeting, Satria had to re-examine every report with the Gods before signing her. He does not want the slightest mistake, especially now the chance of loss is very large if he is not careful.

“How about Young Master call Miss Nurbaya only.”

“Which brother wants to lift!” he answered, but he hurried to make a video call.

'Huh, no, no, but on the phone too.' The Secretary of the Gods snorted inwardly.

“What?” Suddenly Nurbaya lifted up. Replied with a shrill voice, not the slightest affection.

His eyes widened, he saw Nurbaya eating a stock of snacks in the box, stored under the car seat.

“What brother are you doing?”

“Spend your snacks, little boy base, so many sweets here.” Show off that food.

“Kakak close that box!” exclamation Satria.

“Pak Hamdan, I've already lost, I don't like that box in anyone's open!” Shouting furiously.

“Pak Hamdan is not horrified! Blek!” Nurbaya stuck out her tongue.

BEEP!! The phone died unilaterally.

The crane! The crane! Mr. Hamdan's phone rang and it was Satria.

“Pak, take the box from Brother. Just be careful if you do not take it,” said full of threats.

“Basic stingy boy! Food is stingy. Rich people stingy!” nurbaya Ompat.

He immediately closed the box and Mr. Hamdan took the box, placed it in front.

'Shit! Just watch out for that brat, dare to be stingy with me!'

Across there.

Satria. Worried that something in the box would be seen by Nurbaya.

“Kak, I want to go home now!” He stood up straight.

“Eh, wait. It's not finished yet, Young Master.” replied the Secretary of Gods.

“You take it home, or do it at my house. Quick, take me home!” his orders.

The Secretary of Gods hurriedly packed up, carrying a bag containing a laptop and other important things, as well as some files on the bench in his hand, walking around Satria with his passion.

They were wearing a special elevator, the Secretary of Gods car parked there, had greeted them as they exited the elevator.