Port of Love Sang Casanova

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"Look Mom, she refused. He must be trying to frame us later, you lowly woman. Already in love the heart is still hoping for another," said Mira cynically.

"Don't think too far" Amy's grandmother told her daughter Mira.

"I'm out first ma'am" continued Mira.

Amy's grandmother just nodded, her net watching the movements of the princess just the puppet. Maybe what Mira said was not true, but she really did not like the carelessness. Amy's grandmother thought, it might be good if Mira reprimands the beautiful girl.

"Sorry sir, no need" said Nada when the driver forced her.

"Thank you, I know models of lowly people like you! You're gonna find us and ask for more than this, aren't you?" asked Mira cynically while observing Nada from the end of the foot that was clamped up to the end of the hooded head.

Tone turned to the origin of the voice, looking at a very beautiful middle-aged woman in classy clothes and looking very elegant. It is certain they are socialites like its boutique visitors.

"Sorry lady. But I don't think so" said Nada.

Tone closed his eyes, it was painful to be accused like that. However, he had to be patient with that person. The more the fight will certainly prolong the problem.

Mira took the brown envelope from the driver's hand and then took his bag and handed the check sheet and the envelope to Nada.

"Take and fill whatever you want, but you don't put your face in front of me anymore" Mira said in a trifling tone.

Tone simply looked at the envelope and the check given to him. Tone smiled and looked towards the woman in front of him.

"Sorry madam, I can still eat with the money I made from my own jeripayah. Thank you for your concern, madam. You'd better donate it there," point Nada at an orphanage that's across the street.

Mira seemed to clench her hands, her blood as if boiling. The beautiful woman in front of him completely ignited his emotions. He observed the face of Nada which was now very thick in his memory.

"Based on cheap women, I make sure I remember your face and will make calculations with you next time," said Mira.

Amy's grandmother looks out of the car and approaches where Nada and her daughter are, Nada's remarks impressing her. After hearing Nada's bold words against Mira with reasonable expressions, now Amy's grandmother is curious about the face of a hooded person there.

The cold aura was so strong Nada felt as the elderly woman looked at her with an intimidating look in her eyes.

"Mira, we better go. Marvel's show is more important than taking care of a sloppy girl like her!" firmly Grandma Amy while glancing towards the lowered Tone.

Tone speechless. Sloppy? Okay, maybe this makes more sense than what the middle-aged woman accused him of. He was wrong, he was careless when crossing the street.

"Good ma'am" said Mira then waltzed away while holding her mother's hand. The car driver said goodbye to Nada, Nada nodded slowly.

Why did you forget not to read your prayer when you left? Her thought. Tone stared at the streets that seemed not as chaotic as before.

He glanced at the clock at 08:00. It means he's late for his first day at the office.

In the end, Nada sent a message to her personal assistant who had been a trusted person to replace her meeting again. Shortly thereafter a ringing phone rang, from Sifa his personal assistant.

"Hello Sifa, what's wrong? I'm stuck in traffic. You better attend the meeting this morning, "take Nada to the assistant.

"Sorry Mom, but now there is only Assistant Mr. Vino Pradikta. He said that Mr. Vino was still attending a welcoming event at his friend's company. He asked to meet with you later in the afternoon, he threatened to cancel the cooperation if not so meet with the owner of Sheyna bontique himself," said Sida nervously.

Tone seemed to be thinking a little and trying to calm his heart.

"Okey, in 30 minutes I'll be at the office. You set the schedule well with him,"

"Well Bu Nada, imaksih. I will schedule your meeting with Mr. Vino Pradikta later," replied Sifa.

"Okey Sifa, thank you. Happy work, Asalamualaikum." Tone closed his phone, stuffing the tech-sophisticated flat object into his bag.

By turning his steps he went back up to his car and gas his car down a crowded street with vehicles.

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The red metalix car stopped in front of a towering building. The driver who was driving immediately got off and opened the car door in a hurry for his passengers.

Before long, it seemed that someone had gotten out of the car elegantly. He stood perfectly with sunglasses perched on his nose, his net looking towards the tall building that read MRD Group, a company engaged in fashion and property. A large company that has several branches and is based in that city. The company founded by his grandfather, but grew rapidly in the leadership of his beloved father who is now gone.

"Let's go in Young Master Marvel, please" Dani and a few people welcomed Radit forward.

Radit opened his glasses. Those beautiful eyeballs dazzled the eyes that looked at him. For a moment her net caught the face of the girl who was now beside Dani. But soon he shifted his eyes.

Ersa, a Secretary in the MRD group. A girl who used to be someone who had been close to Radit. Because they are college friends.

"Good morning, Mr. Marvel, welcome to the MRD group" Ersa said.

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