TEARS OF WAITING

AMP Season 2 For 59 Dresses from Imma

Clothing from Imma

 

Nadia stopped her steps and turned around, but Fauzan did not let go of his hand grip then, the man gave a cute grin to her. The girl looked over with an annoyed face expression.

“Don't get me wrong, where do you want to sleep? You don't get to the guest room!”

Nadia actually frowned because she did not believe that in a house as big and luxurious as that, there was no guest room that she could occupy.

“You're kidding me, right, Zan?”

“How's it going?”

“Terus ... You want to tell me to sleep in your room, indeed here there is no other guest room, what?”

“Oh, if about the guest room there are two here, would like to use the same Jali, another one for Ella.”

Nadia grumbled as the circumstances did not favor her and forced her to follow Fauzan's wishes, then, they stepped into the room.

Actually they can force themselves to go to Fauzan's private apartment that Nadia has been using, but, it is now late at night until Fauzan and Jali, feel reluctant to go to that place just to sleep. Especially the condition of Nadia who was tired as well. So, it doesn't matter if only last night he slept in the room of a man who will be his boss.

“Sorry, yes, messy! Understand the boys room!” said Fauzan while turning off the laptop that had been lit and will be taken to the workspace, he will sleep in that place.

“Iya, Sir. No problem, I can understand, kok!”

“Oh, yes, you can wear my T-shirt or piyya, just choose in the closet, free for you, mah!”

“Hmm ...” said Nadia in a mumble while looking around the space that is really manly nuanced. Of all the existing furniture and also the color of the equipment used by Fauzan, everything is minimalist and seems practical.

“Pak! There's valuable stuff here, isn't there? Fear something will disappear, I do not want to be blamed!”

Fauzan momentarily thought if he could he would answer that, now the most precious one is in his room is Nadia because besides, other precious objects are almost nonexistent, except for the wallet he left behind.

“No!” answer's short.

In order to maintain his feelings, as well as his heart that started pounding, Fauzan immediately stepped away from there, shaking his head. He couldn't possibly linger in his own private room, whereas there was a woman he loved inside. He was still a normal man who had desires and passions that could have gone out of control.

Before Fauzan could close the door Nadia called back, quickly the man turned his head.

“Yes, what's up? Sleep there!”

“It's okay Sir if my door locks?”

“Sure!” Java short rain. “Oh, yes. You can use the toiletries in the drawer,” Fauzan said again while pointing to a drawer near the bathroom door.

Nadia nodded, a sign she understood.

 After that, Fauzan turned around until his shadow disappeared from behind the door. Of course Nadia had to lock the door tightly, for her own safety and she should not have to ask permission, to the owner of the room because the man also wanted her precious person, safe in his room.

Nadia cleaned herself in the bathroom that was in the room and, of course, all the toiletries that were there belonged to a man. However, he still used the equipment that Fauzan meant, there was a towel and toothbrush that was still new and the girl could use it freely.

While sleeping, Nadia opened the Fauzan wardrobe in her walk in closed room. He almost chose a loose plain sweatshirt and training pants. However, at the same time the door of his room was knocked.

Nadia rushed to open the door, after knowing a housekeeper came to give her sleeping clothes, worship supplies and also, other clothes. When the girl asked, the maid simply said that all she was carrying was a gift from Imma, to wear tonight and tomorrow, when Nadia was about to go to work.

 

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The next day, Nadia woke up early, she purified herself with ablution, then performed worship as usual. After that, he cleaned the bed deftly and the results were very neat, even some objects and equipment on the table, did not escape to be cleaned. Of course he was already used to this kind of work he sorted out which items could still be used and not.

Again, it was a man's room with almost no decorations and strange objects, making Nadia smile. He was satisfied after he finished cleaning everything, then, he went back to cleaning himself.

Nadia involved herself in the kitchen after she finished changing her clothes. Although, the house assistants forbid, but he still did something that he could.

Shortly after the meal was ready, the whole family and guests including Nadia, participated in enjoying the food that was available. Each person occupies his or her seat in one large dining table in the room adjacent to the kitchen and the living room.

“You're cooking, Nad?” Asked Ella, who was also well-dressed, it seemed like she was used to it.

Nadia nodded in response to Arfan's lover's question, he who chose to sit the edge next to Ella.

“You Piter cook, yes, Nad?” ask Ella again.

“Ah, no! The most ordinary cook!” Nadia said humbly.

“Kalo me, can't cook, to be honest! No problem with Arfan.”

Nadia nodded back.

While Jali chose to enjoy breakfast at the back dining table with other assistants.

Nadia could be there because of Fauzan's request. The girl always looked down at her breakfast. When answering Ella's question, she kept her head down.

The hostess and hostess received Nadia well, regardless of what she had done both to Arfan and to Hadian's trust in her, the girl had indeed been kind ever since she started interacting with Fauzan.

After the breakfast was over, they were still sitting in their respective places. Hadian explained to Nadia and Fauzan about the agenda they had to do today. While he and his wife, will invite Arfan and Ella to go somewhere, to be in touch with someone also ask for advice for the good of his eldest son.

The Hadian family left with two small groups, one car for Hadian, the other vehicle used by Fauzan with Jali and Nadia.

“Eh, where to sit, you?” asked Fauzan when Nadia was about to sit next to Jali who at that time re-positioned himself as a private driver.

“Pak! I'm sitting here!” nadia said as she removed Fauzan's grip from her wrist.

Fauzan did not answer He just opened the door and, pushing Nadia's body sitting in the back seat next to him.

“If you can already and know how to be my assistant, surely we work well, can be faster,” Fauzan said after they were in the car and, uh, Jali was already running the vehicle slowly out of the gate.

The two men, continuing to chat in their seats, while the car continued to drive, on the street towards the branch of the Hadian company.

 

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