The Poor Girl Owns the CEO

End of year bonus

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"Why am I so horrified to grin at Mr. Baskoro's smile?" tati muttered softly, shuddering in horror at the sight of his besan smiling faintly looking at Yanto.

"Fate chips, people have no money, gini very yes!" yanto exclaimed with his head.

"Bang, shame on lietin Pak Baskoro!" namel Tati saw her husband's behavior.

"Sebodo is the deck, confused brother tuh.. want to find work, diploma only until doang elementary school." grumbled Yanto again.

"Not to complain! Shame, moaning in front of besan. Sorry sir!" tati said, with a bad face on Baskoro.

"What's wrong ma'am, I understand ko." said Baskoro.

'Why would Noval be able to separate from this woman? Tati's peringai is much better than Sifanye.' Baskoro's inner.

Flashback.

"Sorry sir, I have word from the security guard at the gate, there is Miss Layla's father in front. Is it okay to come in, Young Master?" didi asked, whispering while standing by Danu's side.

"Come with whom?" ask Danu.

"Chauffeur Sir." replied Mr. Didi.

"Let daddy come in. Laen, you don't have to ask, just love me to come in!" yephad with an annoyed face.

"Sorry sir." Didi immediately stepped out of the living room.

Layla looked up, looking at Danu questioningly.

"What did Didi ka say?" ask Layla, who didn't hear the second talk.

"There's Noval's father ahead." replied Danu.

Layla straightened her seat, "Who's father?" layla asked, then turned her head for a moment towards Tati and Yanto alternately.

Layla swallowed her saliva with difficulty, 'Wouldn't it be a problem, letting Noval's father, Tati's mother and Yanto's father at the same time?' layla's mind, with a heart covered in anxiety, cold sweat she felt, heartbeats that were not bad.

As Layla knew, her Yanto father still harbored feelings of jealousy, if he saw her Noval father was around her mother.

Danu looked at Layla in full search, observing the change in the wife's attitude. It was as if I knew what Layla was thinking.

Grappings.

"Look, you've changed!" said Danu, holding onto Layla's fingers that now felt cold.

"If Father Yanto loses control, I will overcome him! Fear not! Let's smile!" danu said, strengthening the heart of the wife, trying to restore calm in Layla's heart.

"Do not be forced, be sincere and sure dear!" Danu pulled Layla down until the girl was now standing by her side.

"Where are you going?" asked Mr. Yanto, seeing the innate daughter of the wife with Danu moved from her seat.

"Welcome guest of honor, sir!" ledek Danu, swing Layla's hand in her hand.

"Who's the guest of honor, Danu?" tati's mother asked curiously.

"Father, promise yes the same Danu.. can be relaxed, Danu give me the bonus gaffer end of the year honda jasss in black. Agree no!" challenge Danu to her Yanto father, but Danu's gaze is fixed on Layla with eyebrows up and down tempting the wife.

"OK, who's afraid." Mr. Yanto accepted the challenge from his son-in-law.

"Aren't you overreacting?" ask Layla.

"And you're not kidding anymore, promise me your father's car?" tati asked with a look of disbelief at her daughter-in-law.

Tap tap tap tap.

The sound of shoes rang loudly on the floor, the louder the sound, the closer his steps were to the living room.

"What a hell, baby! As long as I can always see your smile when I am with your family, I am already quite happy." said Danu.

Danu stroked Layla's head, then showered Layla's head with a brief kiss.

"Father, father, I'm not rich with Danu! Look, we're gonna kiss Layla's head!" Dea shook his father's arm, and his fingers pointed at Danu and Layla.

"I hope my arrival doesn't ruin your happiness!" exclaimed Noval, who stood not far from Danu and Layla stood.

Danu nodded her head, letting Layla run towards Noval with glassy eyes.

"Dad!" layla exclaimed, hugging Noval's father.

"It's always healthy baby, daddy's daughter!" exclaiming Noval, stroking the princess' back, Noval felt Layla's body tremble in her arms.

"I was rich for a long time did not hug rich dad gini!" layla said in a sobbing voice.

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