The Beloved Lady of Mr. Dama

Chapter 13

Alya spoke wrongly. He finally laughed a little.

"It was a phone call from a small company yesterday. Today, Damaputra Group, a big company!"

Melody looked at Alya for a long time and finally sighed then said, "Then leave quickly. Don't be late! Remember to buy me dinner after the interview."

Alya did not have time to go home and change clothes. He rushed to the Damaputra Group and went to the reception desk by mentioning his name, and said he was here for an interview. The secretary at the front desk politely pointed her way, but she looked at Alya in a rather strange way.

Alya was so happy, she when she arrived at the human resources department and saw the other interviewees in their suits and dresses, she realized why the secretary looked at her like that.

He wore a T-shirt, shorts, and a pair of sneakers. He doesn't look like an interviewee, but more like a deliveryman!

His excitement slowly fell to its lowest point. Needless to think, he would definitely be the first to be knocked out. Now he's in a bad mood.

The other interviewees also looked at him with disdain. Alya could only sigh.

A few minutes later, he saw who called him. The manager looked at him from head to toe several times. Even when Alya was embarrassed, Tria did not take her eyes off her.

Alya cleared her throat and explained in a low voice. "Uh, I'm in a hurry, so I don't change my clothes."

"It's okay, Miss Alya. Please sit down," he said waving his hand and muttering in his heart. "What is the relationship between this woman and the president? The president himself ordered me to make an exception and hire him."

A few hours ago, Tria was called to the president's office and asked if she had received a job application from a first-year student named Alya Ramadhani. Then he checked and found the name.

After that, the president said nothing but a simple order, "Hire him, but don't let him know that I'm the one who offered him the job."

Tria looked at the woman in front of her, but did not find anything out of the ordinary about her. He was not even close compared to the other interviewees. He wondered what kind of relationship he had with the president.

"Miss Alya, are you from Media University?

Tria begins the interview by asking a few simple questions. Afterwards, Tria said with a smile, "Congratulations, Miss Alya, you are officially hired and you will start your first day at the Damaputra Group tomorrow." 

Alya couldn't believe it. 

"Is this a dream?"

"No, this is actually."

"What right?" ask Alya again.

Tria smiled and nodded, "Yes. I think you will have bright prospects in the future, and we also lack qualified employees like you, so we accept you."

Alya exited the Damaputra Group in confusion. He patted his own cheek, and still could not believe that he was completely accepted.

"That's a lot of luck, isn't it?"

He really beats a lot of people who come to the same interview as him. That's unbelievable! Did Dama interfere in this? No, it's not possible. The interviewer has stated unequivocally that no one gave him any leeway so he got in here and this is on his own merits.

Yes, he did not even need to ask for Dama's help to realize his dream. When he gets busy with his own happy thoughts, he fails to realize that a devious man is following him.

 The man suddenly exerted force on him so he threw himself forward and almost fell down and snatched the bag he was doing. 

Alya came to her senses and shouted, "The thief!"

The current thieves are very they dare to rob someone on the street in broad daylight. There's a cell phone and a wallet in his bag. Inside his wallet was his hard-earned money as well as his identity card. If the thief managed to get away with his bag, not only would it be troublesome, but he would also lose some money.

She is a woman with limited physical strength. After chasing for a while, he could not catch up to the thief. He leaned in place, panting.

"I'll return your bag." Someone said this and stepped up to chase after the thief.

Alya stood in place, stunned for a moment. He did not dare to rest, so he took a breath and immediately followed.

The thief was cornered and had nowhere to run. The man behind her chased after her nonstop. He stopped and pulled out a dagger from his pocket, glaring at the man and saying, "If you don't want to die, go!"

The man crossed his arms in front of his chest and said calmly, "What if I don't want to leave?"

The thief sneered, "Then die!"

With that, he lunged in front of his sharp dagger.

The man moved quickly, easily avoiding the sharp dagger. The man wore a carefree expression as if he was not in a matter of life and death. 

He smiled lethargicly and said, "How can you be a thief with such limited abilities?"

The thief was enraged by the merciless insinuation. He cursed violently and then turned to stab the man again. 

The man sneered and said, "You dug your own grave!"

The man raised his leg and kicked the thief in the abdomen. He stumbled to the ground, groaning in pain.

With a thin smile on his face and cold eyes, the man crouched down in front of the thief, and picked up Alya's bag.

 "You're lucky I don't have time to play with you."

A cold sweat pours from the thief's back.

"Hey," Alya's voice suddenly sounded. "Did you catch that fucking thief?"

The man looked back. In the blink of an eye, the thief lying motionless on the ground suddenly charged forward. A faint puffing sound rang out as the dagger pierced through the man's arm. The man's eyes exploded with anger. A bloodthirsty rage enveloped him in the mist, making him seem like the most terrifying tiger. A very cold look. Now he pointed the knife at the thief with a quick movement the thief drooped helplessly on the ground.

Alya rushed over and was shocked as she found

that sight. He stood still like a frozen statue as a bright color of blood spread before his eyes. Bloods. Blood is everywhere.

Alya's mind is suddenly filled with the scene of her father's car accident. He rushed to the scene and saw his father lying in a pool of blood that stained his shirt in red. 

The man turned around and was stunned when he saw his tears.

"There's a lot of blood. It must have been very painful. Ii'm sorry. It's all my fault" said Alya who was still crying.

The man came to his senses and curled his lips into a smile.

"I'm fine. Only minor injuries. I'm not gonna die. By the way, this is your bag." 

Alya glared at him and said, "Shhh! You bleed. Let's go to the hospital now!"