MR. CEO You Love Me
CHAPTER 18
"Yes, ask me the paper, what should I do and what questions to interview them," said Vola took a piece of paper that already contained writing.
"Oh my goodness, this is a question really, when there are questions about households, this is people's privacy, why is it made a task material, really yes, yes, the head of Mr. Herman who was the same wanted it to feel like I'm balding him, let him do his work do not be a lecturer again, ask for work so tuyul aja," said Vola.
"Who are you saying so just tuyul," said Mr. Herman suddenly appeared from behind.
"Eh it's nothing sir, meaning we want to be tuyul aja," ngeles Vola.
"You don't lie, I've heard everything, you dare to want to make my head and tell me to work so tuyul, you just entered today dare to mock me, you dare to mock me, do you want me to send SP to your walimu.. bla...bla...bla...bla..," scorned sir Herman tote the collar of Vola's shirt and bring his room.
Vola followed Herman in his room. And there he is still in the scolding of Mr. Herman.
"Where's your guardian number?" Ask Mr. Herman angry.
"I don't have my guardian's phone number, sir" replied Vola.
"So how do you communicate? Step over?" Ask Herman with a quick word.
"I don't live in my parents' house anymore" replied Vola sadly.
"So where do you live now?" Ask Mr. Herman who hasn't eased up yet.
"I.. I. I live under a bridge, and I am now so careless just picking up used items for everyday life" said Vola, kneeling at the feet of Mr. Herman.
"Are you lying? If it's true, show me where you live" Mr. Herman said in disbelief.
"But sir, I live moving places, so ngak netap, today I am confused about where to stay," said Vola issued tears of culture. "Huhuhuhu.. i.. I am really sorry sir, can you let me go, I promise I will not repeat again," cried Vola began to tighten.
"You don't cry anymore, you keep your voice down, you want to make it look like I'm bullying you, are you deliberately trying to get me out of this campus," said Mr. Herman glancing left and right.
"Hehehe... My style turned out to be useful as well," muttered Vola with a sly smile.
Vola again stood up pretending to wipe his tears so as not to be discovered if he cried lies.
"But you remember yes, if you call me again, I will really let you know" said Mr. Herman slowly.
"Ready sir, I will" said Vola raising his hand in salute.
"Here, come out of you," put Herman out.
Vola walked out of Herman's room with a smile.
"Hey Vola... Are you okay?" Ask Zivana who turns out to be in front of the door of the room Mr. Herman.
"For a long time I will also be naughty because of you, too" said Zivana.
"The risk of saving yourself is what, but don't misbehave others" Vola said.
"Obviously you said Mr. Herman earlier, does that not hurt him?" Tanya Zivana sneered.
"Hehehe... it was spontaneous, who told you to give a task that makes no sense, think about it, what big man is not a lot of business? Well, then Mr. Herman told us to do a big man interview, let him know their techniques can be rich, Mr. Herman is really sneaky, if that's true, then, why isn't he the only one asking directly," said Vola.
"You're so bad minded people, who knows he gave us this task so that we can also be like them," explained Zivana correcting Vola's speech.
"Hmmm... do I live in a rich man's place, do I get rich too?" Thought Vola.
"It's not a flash of power, it's a splash of style" Zivana argues.
"I haven't called my dad in a long time, how are they doing?" Ask Vola to be sad.
"Did your dad call you first?" Zivana asked, too.
"Never, when I have a cell phone first, sometimes I tell the news, but their answers are always busy, every time I want to talk long, always Dad says 'then yes, yes, Dad's at work' If at night he rarely picks up the phone sometimes my stepmother picks him up, even though I miss, but how else, it seems they don't care about me," said Vola with glazed eyes.
"Vola, don't cry donk, I'm sad too" Zivana said, hugging Vola.
"I'm not crying, I'm used to it like this, without my parents, I'm just a useless child, it does not do them any good, what they expect me for, what they expect me for, not bothering them that alone was already very grateful," said Vola wiping his tears that fell to the ground.
"Vola, if I were you, I wouldn't be like you, strong like you, you're a really strong woman" Zivana said, though Zivana knew that she missed her father so much, but he held it all this time until he got used to it without his father. Vola is very sad, since he lived his mother died in an accident, his father married again and his stepmother brought a child named Dira, he is very smart to seek attention. Because his father loved stepmother, he also had to pay attention to the life of his stepfather, and was used to now indulge him, even his brother was bought a new car even though used for college students, fortunately they were different campuses.
Because Vola was not noticed anymore, so Vola chose to move because at home, he was also often snapped, what if he asked for something like his stepbrother, while he was not bought.
"Vola, look me in the eye, if they don't care about you, so you don't care about them either, because you're nothing now, if you succeed later, then, they'll be looking for you themselves and you don't melt your heart, you haven't been treated unfairly, so do them like that, you've been working hard all this time, Vola, don't waste your time, and be a successful person, okay" Zivana said.
"Thank you Zivana has made me excited again, but by the way that ice cream looks really good, you'll know if sweet foods make people's mood so good," the word Vola admonished the arms of Zivana.
"Huhuhu.. nyesel really I put you in good stead..my pocket money, goodbye," now it's Zivana's turn to be made bankrupt by Vola.
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