The Poor Girl Owns the CEO

Bad thoughts

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"Both of you, be careful of that boy! I don't know what the boy had to do with Aleta and Vishnu. What is clear is that they are working together to destroy the good name of the company through the warehouse, and who are trying to harm you, Young Master!" arsandi said at length.

Layla. "What's? Irfan involved? How can?"

"Did Irfan like you, La? How was Irfan doing at school with you? Did he show any interest in you?" cecar Danu was impatient, wanting to hear Layla's answer.

Layla frowned. "Irfan's attitude towards me is normal, not how." Layla replied honestly.

"But this must have been La's connection, how is it possible... Irfan your friend can know Vishnu and Aleta, their age with irfan is much different." insistent Danu.

"You're accusing me of lying! Is that it? It's up to you if you're rich! It's free to talk to people who believe!" Layla takes off Danu's grip from her fingers. After grabbing his blape from the top of the nightstand, and passing away.

"Where are you going, La? We're not done talking!" asked Danu with a raised voice.

"Wind up! My breath is chock-full of people who don't believe in me!" little Layla with ketus.

Blams.

Layla slammed the door while closing her, forgetting that outside the ward Danu was guarded with 2 people in police uniforms.

"Sorry sir, accidentally slam the door!" little Layla with her face together, between shame and annoyance and then walked out of the ward.

"Ahhh chaotic! Why would I be angry at him!" danu's grumbling is out of control.

"Let me speak to Miss Mister. But for now, it's like it's better this way sir. Let us know, how far the involvement of Miss friends." explained Arsandi with his thoughts.

"No way, what if my relationship with Layla is getting stretched? You want responsibility heh!" sumpul Danu was upset.

"They can attack the Master openly, they can also hurt people who are around the Master. What else Miss Aleta so desperately wants to go back to Mister. Don't you love and worry about Miss Layla's safety?" arsandi said, awakening Danu from his ego.

"You just set it up! Go you! I want a break! Your presence makes my relationship run high with Layla." Danu was about to get out of the bed.

"Sir, just wait here, let me talk to Miss. Miss can understand." Arsandi took back his laptop, let Danu rest back.

In the hospital canteen, Arsandi finds Layla sitting alone with a glass of warm milk.

"Good night, Miss, can we talk to you for a second?" asked Arsandi who was standing in front of Layla.

"No need to be formal, just sit down!" ketus Layla's.

"I beg you to help Miss, pretend your relationship is not good, if you are outside the house. Later Miss will see, what kind of friend Miss is. Surely Miss does not want it, this problem continues to drag on!" Arsandi looked at Layla with a pleading gaze.

"Yes, I'll try to help as much as I can!" layla.

"Well, Miss is back, Young Master is waiting for Miss!" Arsandi pulled the corner of his lips a little.

Layla returns to the nursery where Danu is. The state of Danu after an accident, immediately spread widely on social media and news on line.

"Why is there such a bad news, ka? I wasn't hurt too bad! They see with their own eyes! You can make news like this!" layla grumbled, with explosive emotions.

"You know, those who made this plan must be laughing with satisfaction. Because their plan made me wretched." Danu looked up at the sky of the hospital sky, her mind far away.

"Why are you sure? Do you feel like you have enemies?" ask Layla who now chooses to sit on the chair, next to Danu's nursing bed.

"Do I still have to answer your question? Do you think that being an entrepreneur at a young age is easy? Not getting a hurdle?" Danu looked at Layla cynically.

The two of them were engaged in a face to face, with their respective thoughts, without talking to each other, there was only silence and the sound of drips of intravenous fluids being heard.

'Why doesn't Layla say anything! Irfan must love Layla, so he was involved in cooperation with Aleta and Vishnu. But what is Aleta's real plan, why should Vishnu be involved? Bayu, is it possible that Bayu knew of their plans? Byu it is close to Vishnu!' the inner monologue of Vishnu.

Tring tring tring.

The ringing of the phone broke Danu and Layla's silence.

"Your call sounds, it must be Irfan calling you!" said Danu with ketus, and pretentious to know.

Layla shows the screen hape towards Danu, with a repressive voice but tucked in anger.

"Who's calling from! No liet nih I again liet the news online, which ngabarin if kaka involved in an accident, continue to be seriously injured! Look again, look! Nududjak can do it! Nuduknya good mending very, not clear accusation!" layla said with a sharp glare.

"It's not from your phone ring, then from?" Danu hung up her question, after seeing Layla staring intently at the hape above the nightstand.

Sreek.

Layla, who was closer to the nightstand, grabbed the flat object.

'Number not known, who is this? Is it possible that Danu cheated on you? Don't don't do this, Danu's girlfriend I don't know!' layla's mind, with bad thoughts passing by without excuse.

"Why do you see me that way, La? Is that papa or Arsandi who called me?" ask Danu who doesn't know.

"Your affair, ka!" Layla thrusts the phone at Danu, "Use the speakers, I want to hear the sound!" layla's Order.

Danu increasingly does not understand what Layla says.

"Whose number is this, La?" asked Danu innocently.

"Don't be smart not knowing! Cepet answered before calling her dead!" layla murmur.

Sure enough, it hasn't been answered, the ringing of the phone is over.

"Dead La!" said Danu.

"Call back!" tell Layla in a firm voice.

"Why are you so angry, La! Like I just made a mistake!" muttered Danu slowly.

Tring tring tring.

Not yet Danu made a call to the number, the number was back to call her back.

"Wait what else, quickly answer!" tell Layla with a sharp look at Danu.

'What dream am I accused of lying. Don't know if Danu herself lied!' inner Layla

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