Revenge Fat Wife
About the Marriage Guardians
By noon, Mayang had just returned from Tiga Dara to check the goods that came as usual. Now he is sitting in his office with two employees who are busy working. Mayang's eyes were glued to the computer screen without knowing what he was reading. There's only Gian's face there. Along with this chat two people in front of him.
"Casbon a lot of euy, today .." said Nika. The woman's fingers were so noisy against the keybord.
"Maclumi lah, they need a lot and maybe suddenly. Still good here, Miss Mayang their salary is equivalent to UMR, if not, they must be amshong." Yeni.
"Motor installments, school fees l—eh children, but tuition is not free, huh? Bener, no, anyway, Yen?" Nika looked at Yeni through the top of her laptop screen.
Yeni raised her face. "Where do I know, Nika .. I'm still a girl, asked about children, yes, don't understand!" A little nyolot Yeni replied.
"I mean, tuh ...." Nika stopped her typing, then looked at Yeni in full. "... your sister goes to school, so you know a little bit more, about schoolchildren."
"He always pays, it's private school. That the country doesn't know." Yeni is back at her job. But before that he glanced for a moment towards Mayang. Actually, Yeni wanted to tell Mayang something.
"Sst ...!" Yeni shifted her body to the side of the laptop that had been tilted so that it covered her face.
Nika was surprised to look directly at Yeni, she understood Yeni's gesture, so she lowered her head instantly.
"Mother Boss why are those rich smiles?" Yeni whispered low. His eyes moved sideways, towards Mayang sitting and daydreaming with his hands propping up his chin.
Nika looked towards Mayang, then shook her head. "For the people he told me about yesterday, Yen.
"So Boss is in real love?" Yeni tried to conclude.
"I think so ...."
The two of them returned upright, continuing the work after a short toothed.
"But I want to say something ...." Yeni waved at Nika, her lips moving out a soft voice.
"By the way ...." Nika.
Yeni buy, "help!" her door. Nika directly extended her hand towards Mayang, letting Yeni speak.
"May's Mother ...." Yeni called, but Mayang did not respond.
The woman's mind was still fixed on Gian's words this morning.
"I can't accept you, Father" replied Mayang this morning.
"It's okay, Ms. Mai, please Bu Mai heal herself from the trauma of Bu Mai. But I hope, Ms. Mai did not tell me to stop approaching Bu Mai, I will help Bu Mai judge men in other ways. I will heal Bu Mai's trauma in another way. Men aren't all as evil and selfish as ex-Mum Mai. If I may be arrogant, I have everything that ex-husband Bu Mai does not have. And I'm not rude to women, even if that woman hurts me. I was fierce and rude in my words, but not in my actions."
That's not exactly what Mayang thought. But brother. Rully rarely likes men to such an extent. To get angry and rebuke him. Rully also deserves to be happy with the man she likes. But Gian clearly said that he was the only one Gian loved. Mayang's heart was touched. Gian is different. From the way he entered Mayang's life, decorating Mayang's mind, and the way to be frank. Mayang likes a guy like that. Mayang likes the way Gian chases him, which doesn't force him to say yes. Gian just asked, Mayang made it the last option. That's hard for the average guy who always wants to be united. Gian is a sincere type of man but does not want to give up. He believes Gian will have a way to surprise him.
"Well!"
"Astagfirefull!" shouted Nika and Yeni who gave up calling Mayang and returned to face her work diligently. They were surprised instead of playing, hearing Mayang breathing out loud.
Mayang frowned as he stared at them one by one in turn. "What's wrong?"
"It's busy scaring us," they answered in unison.
"What am I really doing?" mayang asked back.
"Who?" Mayang wondered. However, Mayang did not get an answer, the maid at Mayang's house entered.
"Oh, there's a run in front, '" the maid reported.
"Who, Ma'am?" Mayang.
"Ndak know, Buk .. said there needs to be the same Ibuk."
Mayang nodded then chose to follow his maid forward. It is better that he himself be met soon than curious. He was afraid it was Leah.
"Buk Mayang." The man in his fifty years stood up and approached Mayang.
"What do you need, yes, sir?" Mayang recognized the pale-faced man as his neighbor when Mayang was still at home with his mother.
"I'm straight away, yeah, Buk. So I need money for my son's operation, fifty million, as collateral, I live my pick up car here," Puji said slightly subduing his body. "I've got the vehicle, ma'am."
The man's hand stretched out to hand over the letter of the vehicle he had been holding.
"I'll change after my son recovers, Buk .. I promise it won't be long."
Mayang was still surprised by all that, but he immediately understood that the man really needed help. Soon Mayang saw the car in front, and gave the money that should have been deposited to the bank.
"I believe the same Father, may your son recover quickly." Mayang handed the money in a small bag to the man named Puji after making sure that the car belonged to Puji.
"Thank you, Ms. Mayang, if I can't pay, the car belongs to Ms. Mayang" Puji said, bowing in gratitude.
"Together, Mr ...." Mayang greeted the man and drove him to the front door. Mayang had just thought of buying a car for long-distance messages and large portions. But with this car, he helped a lot. At least, he can estimate the profit and loss of delivery service.
"New car, May?" Hadyan as usual visited Mayang at hours like this.
"Oh, Mr ...." Mayang rushed to welcome his daily guests. "Now, that's the car of the man who pawned me, sir."
Hadyan mangosteen, then observe the car that still looks new. "It's still good, May .. How much do you owe? If it's seven five, you want it too."
"Fifty, sir ...."
"Well, that's cool." Hadyan seemed to be just looking around for chat topics. The man seemed to be asking something.
"Where does your father live, Yang?" cetus Hadyan suddenly.
Mayang frowned. "What's wrong, sir? Is the car relationship the same Paklik?"
Jesus, ndak pak ndak son strangely the same, inward Mayang. If you like to connect.
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