Not the Son of the Prostitute

How Much You Ask

"Please think again, Mutia. I'm sorry that I snapped at you earlier" Hendrik said in a regretful tone. The man continued to follow where the girl was going.

"Bod doesn't have to apologize. I was wrong." Mutia was already looking fine, although she had been devastated and cried alone in the bathroom.

"So, you're gonna keep working here, right?" Relieved. At least he still had a chance to snatch the girl's heart.

"No, Sir. Sorry!" Mutia shook her head quickly. What is it for him to be in a place where he cannot appreciate himself.

"But, Mutia, if you get out of here, where are you going to work?" Hendrik deliberately poisoned the girl's mind to cancel her plan earlier.

"A lot of people want to accept me elsewhere, sir! Why am I here if you don't believe me." Finally what Mutia did not want to say came out of her lips as well.

"Yes, I was wrong. But please Mutia, you think again huh? Or, as an apology, how about I raise your salary?" haggar Hendrik is not kidding. Hendrik couldn't just let Mutia go. However, he must be able to prevent Mutia from getting out of his restaurant.

"How much can you give me?" challenge the girl suddenly. Though Mutia only wanted to know how brave Hendrik was to spend money on him.

"Ka .. How much are you asking?" asked Hendrik in a stern voice. The man is agitated himself. What if Mutia really asked for a high salary as a condition of her apology.

Mutia just silently looked at the man's face that looked so agitated. Hendrik offered it himself.

"After thinking ..."

Hendrik had to hold his own breath when he wanted to hear the girl's answer.

"Do you really want to know how much I want?" ask Mutia once more. The girl had already prepared an answer that would probably make the man in front of her roll around on his own.

"I .. yes. Just say it, Mutia. How much should I give to pay you each month!" the man said with great certainty.

While outside the room, right in front of the door of the room that became the place of conversation between Mutia and Hendrik, the other employees were eavesdropping on the conversation. They both glared with their mouths wide open when they heard Hendrik–sang manager promising a big salary for the girl.

"How many would Mutia ask?"

"Fortunate to be Mutia."

"If I ask for a big salary, that's fine."

"Udah mending just love Mr. Hendrik, automatically all his property so it belongs to him, right?"

They whispered to each other in their opinions. Some of them were also envious of the luck Mutia had. Though Mutia himself felt that his life had only been filled with bad luck.

"Udah just wait, Mutia asked for a big salary. He's very pretentious to come out even though he just wants to make Mr. Hendrik anxious justa."

"Game!"

"Yeahhhh .. tacky!" whispered those who did not like Mutia.

Get back in there.

"So, how's Mutia? You're not getting out of this restaurant, are you?" Hendrik was convinced that Mutia had changed her mind. Yes, who can refuse in the lure of a lot of money?

"Em ... I ...."

"Sorry, Sir. But my decision is unanimous. I'm going to get out of this restaurant!" The girl tidied up the uniform she had taken off in the bathroom, then gave it to the man.

Hendrik until gawking. He was so confident just now. Hendrik was sure that Mutia would never leave his restaurant. But, what is the truth? Mutia loudly rejected his offer. Even the girl did not look regretful at all as she was about to walk out of the room.

"Mutia, wait!" Hendrik ran quickly trying to chase Mutia's steps that had almost reached the front door there.

"Muile ...!"

"What the hell, sir! I don't have a debt to you, do I?" ask the girl while remembering the debt he has.

"Ti .. no, Mutia. This is not about debt. Really, I don't care if you still have debt here. I still can't let you out so!"

"What's the matter, sir? Is that not my right to work where? After all, there are no contract letters here, right? So, I don't need compensation for a contract that I haven't worked on." Mutia's expression instantly silenced Hendrik's mouth tightly.

Is correct. He should have made a contract so that he could keep the girl tied up. But, now how else? Mutia insisted on staying out of her job.

"Muile ...!"

The girl was already indifferent to Hendrik's call because her body had already entered the online taxi he had just ordered.

"What!!" Kia to break the table violently obedient when Mutia tells all the events that are experienced today.

"Your stepbrother is outrageous, anyway! Why don't you fight?" kia protested after knowing Mutia was silent and instead apologized.

"Yes, how should dong? I can't fight him, Kia! My position is just service, and he's a guest there." Mutia revealed the reason why she chose to remain silent.

"But that's not the time either. You can ask for Hen's protection ... Who is the manager he said likes you?" Kia tried to remember the one name Mutia had told her.

"Hendrik?"

"Well, yeah. Hendricks. Why don't you ask him for help?"

Kia's words were only in reply to the little girl's trousers. "Hendrik defends his guests against me" Mutia replied.

"What! Seriously?" kia asked him to confirm what he had just heard.

"Yes!"

Kia took a deep breath. Likey? Bulshits! If indeed he had feelings, it would definitely not be possible to let him get hurt.

"So how's dong? I am not unemployed yet clear! Where are the many needs I have to buy." Mutia ruffled her hair in frustration. He never thought that his decision would upset him like this.

"There's still Aunt Naila."

"My Mama– doesn't work, Kia. And now, I'm confused where to find a job?"

Both of them were silent with their minds. Mutia thought about where she would look for work after this. While Kia, as a friend of course would like to help the girl.

But, how is it? Is it necessary to ask Alex's father for help to find a job for Mutia? thought the unconscious beautiful girl had already consumed more than two glasses of juice.

"Ah .. I know!" screamed at Kia very suddenly. Until his voice almost made Mutia choke by the juice he was gulping. "This is it, what if ...."