The Poor Girl Owns the CEO

Narcissistic

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"But it's like real!" layla exclaimed, staring at Danu's face, with clear feathers drenching her cheeks.

"What do you dream about, right La?" danu asked, sweeping Layla's cheeks wet with the rest of her tears.

Layla shook her head, looking doubtful on her face.

"Yes if you want to tell a story, we take ablution first! Abis is we're together at dawn! Wanna? You're no longer a hindrance, are you?" cecar Danu, test Layla that this month has not come the moon.

Layla nodded her head, agreeing with Danu. "I'll take your wudhu first!" Without waiting for Danu's answer, Layla immediately got up from the bed, walking towards the bathroom.

'What did Layla dream of? That sampe is that. Ah at most just a flower bed.' tepis Danu, who came up from the bed.

After the dawn prayer, Danu invites Layla to run in the morning at the garden of the house, just around the garden of the back house.

"Ihs dizzy ah, from earlier muter muter taman doang, if the park is big mending very!" layla grumbled, in a crouching position, exhausted after running.

"Say if you want to show me off to the neighbors who run in the morning, La!" danu Goda.

Layla straightened her standing position, with a mocking look.

"Ihs swear yes you ka! Ge'er is a person. What if said son gaul mah, na-na- narcissist.yes narcissist! Narcissists are people!" layla said, after successfully finding the right word for Danu.

"Narcissus?" Danu repeated what Layla said, with a frown.

"Well, that's narcissistic! Wh why? You wanna say you don't know what narcissism is?" ask Layla nyolot.

Danu shook her head, pretending not to know what the narcissist said. Seeing Layla's smile, making her willing in the mock boy who is his wife status.

'Keep like this La, I'd rather see you cheerful, than sad!' inner Danu.

"God, what era was this kaka born in? It's not ancient times, there's a giant beast weekend!" ledek Layla, stuck her tongue out, then ran inside the house.

"Bad brat! Already stuck, now run away! Just watch if I catch him!" threaten Danu, with a fluttering smile.

"Where's Layla?" asked Danu to Mr. Didi who had stood upright in the dining room.

"Had gone up Mr." Didi directed his gaze at the mini bar table not far from the kitchen.

Danu who followed the gaze of Mr. Didi also understood.

"Good, continue your work!" Danu gave the code for Didi sir to leave the dining room.

Mr. Didi stepped away, after bowing in salute.

From under the mini bar table, Layla crouches down tightly hugging her knees, occasionally holding her breath, so as not to fight where her hideout is. But after Mr. Didi said what he asked when Danu asked him. Make Layla throw a sigh of relief.

"Huh the end, but kok ka Danu did not go too. I haven't been horrified even though Danu ninggalin this kitchen. Where the hell is that guy!" sumpul Layla, who began to ache with his position.

Danu shook her head, after seeing Layla hiding under the mini bar table, she had a peek by bending her body.

'This kid, there's just no way around!' inner Danu.

While the art who was preparing breakfast and clean house, did not dare to make a sound.

"Will you surprise Miss Layla, bi?" whisper art that is clean clean floor.

"Let's go! Where do I know! Let's see!" said the art that is wiping the display on top of the gupet.

With Layla slowly out of her hiding place, she did not know if Danu was now standing behind her, with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

"Some of what?"

Danu's voice, which seemed clear and flat, shocked Layla. Make him spontaneously stand straight without stepping forward.

Bugh.

"Awwwhhhhh!" peekkik Layla when her back hit under the mini bar table.

Sreeek.

"It must hurt! You're so reckless!" sumpul Danu, stroking Layla's back after pulling Layla's arm, makes the girl closer to her.

"Ihsssss is all because of kaka! Try not to bother me! It won't be!" dumel Layla, take his hand off Danu.

"It hurts so much! Definitely bruised! Ah nyeselin, am I the apes. Wanted to fiddle, even got sialll!" Layla stepped up the stairs, with her hands stroking her back.

"For Non! Miss's back hurts?" asked one of the men in security uniform, his age seemed young.

"Morning too, sir! Ah yes, it only hurts a little! I'm first sir!" said Layla, who immediately continued her stalled steps.

"I didn't think I was, it turns out that the Young Miss here is still very young. But dear is married." he lamented, staring at Layla's back which was getting away from her sight.

"Ehem!" deheman's voice rang out loudly from behind the security-diverse man. Makes her look directly back.

"Tu-Mister, since when was Mister here?" security sir asked nervously, looking at the cold gaze of his Master.

"Your job is outside, why come inside the house? Is there something you're looking for? Spying on my wife? Or get my wife's attention?" cecar Danu with a dislike look.

Danang, the name on the left chest of the man in the security uniform. Swallowing his saliva with difficulty, when he realized the mistake he had accidentally made.

"Sorry Young Master, I went inside just to go to the kitchen, take the coffee made by the mbok." great-granddaughter Danang by pretending to act as calm as possible in front of her Master.

"You're intruders? Because as far as I know, that security named Danang is middle-aged, and you're young!" protest Danu, with a peeking look.

"I'm his eldest son Mr. Danang, sir. My father is ill, so I took his place last night, sir!" it was clear Danang was not his real name.

"Take care of your attitude! If you want your father I still hire him in this house!" said Danu firmly.

Danu immediately left Danang, without waiting for a man's answer that even he did not know his real name.

"Am I wrong, why do you seem angry at me? Huh, it is!" Danang who is not his real name also went straight to the kitchen.

Danu clenched her hand.

"I have to make new rules. I don't want Layla's sweet face to be enjoyed by every man who works in this house! How dare that boy!" as if Danu with an annoyed face, reddish.

Chequek.

"Girl!" danu exclaimed with a thunderous voice in the room.

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