Not the Son of the Prostitute

Mutia's House

"Sorry, ma'am, which house is Mutia?" ask the man who just got off the black luxury car. The man took off his sunglasses until he showed his perfect looking face.

The complex mothers who were gossiping at the time immediately stopped their activities. They look amazed by the figure of a man who stands wearing a shirt that is combined with black jeans.

"Mutia? You mean, Pearl?" ask one of them.

"Yes, Pearls. Do you know which house is home?" ask the man again. According to the address, Mutia's house is in this area, but Haidar does not know exactly which house belongs to the girl.

"Are you his new lover?" ask one of them with a look. "Just a few months ago failed marriage, eh .. now it's got a new one!" chirped again.

"Marriage scare? Who do you mean?" Obviously Haidar did not understand because he had never heard the news before.

"Yes, Pearl. Three months ago he failed to get married, right? The news is because her future husband knows that he's the son of the actor!" reveal one of the mothers.

"So, be careful. His mother also often went out and out of work because often seduced men there he said."

Haidar just silently heard everything the mothers said there. Truly, he did not believe in all the accusations they had given Mutia because all this time he had seen her as a good girl.

After knowing for sure the girl's house, Haidar quickly parted and left the mothers who were even more intensely gossiping about Mutia. He drove his car slowly towards a simple house with a white fence as told by one of the mothers. And sure enough, the girl was waiting for him at the door.

"You want to stop by first, sir?" bargain the girl when she sees Haidar coming down from the car.

"No effort. I just want to say goodbye to your parents. Do they exist?" asked the man to look at the door of the house.

"Sorry, Sir. But my mom is not home. While my grandmother has not returned from the market," said the girl while throwing a smile at Haidar.

Nothing in the house? Isn't it a holiday? Haidar was only able to ask inwardly. He remembered the words of these mothers. Is it true that all of their words regarding Mutia's parents are true?

Haidar shook his head quickly throwing away the bad thoughts that had stopped in his head.

"You're leaving immediately or ..."

"We'll just walk away!" Haidar turned his body towards the car and got behind the wheel.

"Hey, sit in front!" said the man when he saw Mutia sitting on the back bench. "You think I'm your personal driver!" haidar protests again.

"Yes, but there's a ..." Mutia did not want Kia to misunderstand let alone be jealous, even though she did not intentionally do so.

"You can move later when we get to Kia's house!" As if knowing the heart of Mutia. Haidar still hasn't started his car engine waiting for the girl to move forward.

"Oh yeah okay." Mutia was forced to go out again and head to the front bench. The girl's hand pulled the car door, but instead ..

"www ....!" pekik Mutia while rubbing his forehead because it accidentally collided with the top of the car owned by the man.

"Can't you be careful? Why is it always so reckless like this!" Haidar immediately pulled Mutia's hand which covered the bruises from fighting with his car. "If you get hurt how?"

"Is your master worried about me?" The girl next to him asked confusedly. Why does it sound so! "I'll just hit a little, won't get a concussion!" Mutia continued her sentence again.

"We'll be here until when, sir? Are we not going?" Mutia was forced to open her voice again because Haidar had not yet driven his car. I don't know what the man was thinking. Haidar was silent and looked agitated.

"Are you sick? Or, you changed your mind and didn't so take me?" Mutia glanced at the man next to her who was still silent without a word.

"Oh I know!" The girl shrieked loudly, as if she had just discovered an extremely precious treasure. "Surely you want to go alone with Kia alone, right? I'm okay anyway! I'm going down!" Mutia had removed the seat belt that she had been able to attach, then ready to push the car door.

"Sit down, and use your seatbelt– again!" the man's orders were quick. Haidar blocked Mutia's hand, which was still holding the seat belt.

"But ...?"

"Hurry up, or I'll fire you right now!" threaten the man very firmly.

Again Mutia was made to not believe in the words of Haidar who was never expected. "You want to fire me?" reply Mutia with a defiant look. What's wrong with trying?

The boss can be alone.

"Do you want me to fire?" Instead of answering Mutia's question, Haidar asked another question for the girl.

The car had driven slowly leaving the courtyard of Mutia's house which looked beautiful with flowers in front of her. Haidar directly directed his car towards the house of his prospective fiancee.

"Just fire, I can find another job." Mutia felt no harm at all if she had to leave the company. After all, he only worked a few days and will still be able to apply elsewhere.

"If I demand compensation to you how?" asked Haidar while focusing on looking at the road ahead. Despite the holidays, the streets are still crowded. Maybe it is crowded by some people who want to take their families for a walk.

"What compensation does that mean? I have been working for a few days. It should be Mr. Dong who compensates for my time wasted." The girl felt she was working as well as possible. So, if there is a party who is harmed must be him.

"You really didn't read your contract first? Or, pretend you don't know?" Haidar smiled. Strangely not, if Mutia did not read it first before signing it.

"Sa.. I read it!" Mutia was a little laid out. It is true that he read it, but it did not reach the last point.

"Then, why do you still ask? Isn't it written if you come out before the contract is completed then it will be fined?"

"Master don't lie to me dong? Where is there like that?" The girl didn't believe it yet.

Never mind. There is no point in explaining to an unbeliever. Haidar chose to focus himself on getting to Kia's house as soon as possible.

"Master ...?"

"Hmmm ...."

"May I ask?" Mutia timidly revealed. Actually not in disbelief, only Mutia was curious about the compensation she had to pay if she got out of the company before the contract was completed. "What are the fines that must be paid if I force you out of your company?"

"You really want to know?"