The Poor Girl Owns the CEO
Determinedly
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"Did you say La? I'm tacky? I'm just for my wife!" goda Danu, twisting one eye.
"Ka Danu has eye pain?" ask Layla curious.
And I'm getting cut out of the window just hearing one sentence that pops out of Layla's lips.
"Ahahaha you are La! Do you seriously not understand with one blink of my eye this La?" danu asked after stopping his laughter, looking at Layla seriously.
"Did you see me joking?" ask Layla with annoyance.
"I'm sorry, baby, because I doubted you!" Danu stroked Layla's head, then refocused again with the steering wheel.
The car stops at a 2-story house, smaller than the one Sifanye used to live in with Noval.
"Are you sure, this is his house? Did you Danu ever come here before her? Who does Mama Sifanye live with in this house? Is Mama Sifanye going to accept my arrival?" cecar Layla, dizzy in front of the windshield of the car, looked at the house he was going to visit.
"This is the house that Noval's father gave to Sifanye's mother, a gift for accompanying him during the wedding, as well as a parting gift." Danu's great-grandson.
"Oww." Layla ber oh ria.
'What was Mama Sifanye wrong, until I could divorce my mother? Does this have anything to do with me? Or is there something else I don't know?' lind Layla was full of questions.
"Come down, what are you waiting for!" Danu opened the car door, then turned towards Layla, opening the car door for the wife.
Chequek.
"Wait what else, baby? Do you hesitate to go down and see her?" guess Danu, look at Layla who hasn't gotten out of the car yet.
"E-no, I-I have no doubt. I-I-this is coming down." Layla said nervously.
"Don't be afraid La, there's me. Mama Sifanye won't be able to hurt you as long as there is me" Danu said confidently.
Layla let out a rough breath, then got down from inside the car.
Ting nong, ting nong.
Danu presses the bell with her right hand, while her left hand carries the groceries that Layla bought at the supermarket.
"Why aren't there guards guarding this house? The security guard post is left empty." said Layla, looking at the security guard post in the house with no one in sight.
"I don't know La." Danu pushed back the bell.
Ting nong, ting nong.
Layla's two hands gripped the black-colored fence that was 1 meter and a half high.
"Well, open the door, Mah! It's Layla same to Danu!" layla exclaimed in a loud voice, hoping that Sifanye would hear her and open the door for the two of them.
Layla shakes her fence.
"La, don't be like that! Mama may not hear me again, let me try to hit the bell again!" danu said, pushing the bell again.
Ting nong ting nong.
"Ihsss sialll, put it on the padlock. Is your mom not home anymore?" layla asked with a shriveled forehead, with a face that began to look anxious.
'Is my mom good? Who do you live with in this big house?' layla's mind is full of questions, there is a sense of worry that is sticking out in her for Sifanye.
Kreek kreeek.
Layla climbed the black iron fence on her two legs, then landed with her heart on her two legs.
Bugh.
"Layla, goshaa... What are you doing? We can get teriakin malinggg La!" exclaims Danu with a head, not believing when to his two eyes see Layla's abstract behavior which is fairly desperate.
"Sorry, this is the one way! I'm worried about my mom, I don't feel good. I'm afraid mama why." Layla said at length. Then walk towards the main door with hasty steps.
"I can't tell Layla by myself." muttered Danu, following Layla's lead.
Danu hooked her grocery bag on the handle of an iron fence. Then began to climb the black iron fence like a mercurial ape.
Kreek kreeek.
Bugh.
"Wait for me La!" exclaiming Danu.
"Hey you guys, what are you two doing inside the house? Do you want a malinggg? Can you guys want to malinggg in my territory!" a stern cry sounded from a man who was outside the fence, with a uniform attached to his puffed body.
"Sialll, why are there people, I didn't see anyone!" thought Danu, turning to the origin of the voice with a slight astonishment when she knew who was reprimanding her.
Dugh dugh.
"Assalamualaikum! Mah! Open the door, mah!" knock on the door and Layla's cry as she stood at the door.
Seriate...
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