The Poor Girl Owns the CEO

Catering services

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Until the lesson bell ends, Mery waits for Layla in the school parking lot. By sitting on Layla's meticulous motorcycle.

"Let's go!" mery said as Layla stood beside him.

"Tomorrow, if now I have to help my mother sell." Layla refused.

Mery snorted, got off Layla's bike, and switched to her bike. "You still care about your parents! The cave pull that out! If you change your mind, you say cave, La!"

"Hub!"

Layla returns home to her birth mother, Tati.

Tin tin tin tin.

A car drove next to the meticulous motor that Layla was driving.

The rear car glass is open, Nugi looks in there, supporting his left hand in the window of the car that is now open.

"Mending lo be a cave girlfriend, La. don't use hot heat lo go home school! Stay sitting sweet, nyampe in front of your house! Your smooth skin will not be more burning in the sun, hahahaha!" scorn and swab outward just like that from Nugi's lips.

"Thank you for the compliment, ka!" layla said, responding casually, then turning left.

Layla glanced at a glance, herself from the reflection of the rearview mirror as visible as her motorbike.

No liet what, if I use a sweater.blind that time kaka eye class yes!

"Damn it, it's so hard, it's a kid!" with an annoyed face, Nugi closed the glass window of the car he was riding in.

Layla parked her motorcycle in the yard of a modest house, far from as grand and grand as Noval's house.

"Assalamualaikum, Layla's home ma'am!" layla exclaimed by taking off the shoes she was wearing, carrying them and storing them on a shoe rack near the wall.

Step outside the kitchen, as soon as you hear Layla's motor. Walking in haste, not forgetting the right hand and left hand carrying a paper bag, to be handed over to Layla.

"Waalaikum salam. Good thing you've come home, now this anter to the usual subscription place, and this is a new place. The address is already catet mom and I keep it in there yes La!" Tati handed over 2 paper bags in Layla's right hand, and one paper bag in Layla's left hand.

"But ma'am, Layla is --"

Layla's not done talking yet, Tati's been talking again by walking back to the kitchen.

"Go home La, there are still a few more you have to anther!" an Oath that doesn't want to hear any excuses from the mouth of her daughter.

Layla put the paper bag on the floor, took her breath in and threw it away slowly.

Patience Layla, this is a test, if you have graduated from school. Only you can live independently, if now you still need to two of your parents! Layla's spirit!

Layla cheered herself up, seeing her little sister playing with a doll on the bed.

"You're home, then? Here you are, Dea play temenin, the mother from earlier was busy cooking! Dea no temen!" dea, a 5-year-old girl.

"You play by yourself first! Kaka want to help mother anter pesenan first!" reject Layla for what she is.

"You're the same mom, same! No love Dea." Dea pursed her lips.

Tati's loud voice in the kitchen was heard all the way to the room.

"It's also going, ma'am!"

A tiring day for Layla, after returning home from school, had not had time to eat, she was obliged to deliver catring to several places.

It was Tati who cooked and Layla who delivered it to several addresses. Tati opened an impromptu catering service, after a motorbike was sent Noval to Layla commuting to school.

As for the initial capital, Tati used the money Noval transferred to him for Layla's daily needs without Noval and Layla's knowledge of course.

"Save one more. This isn't the address of the apartment?" layla murmured, after reading the address listed in the paper bag that stayed one in the hardpoints of the motor.

It's not hard for Layla to find the address of her mother's caterer.

After getting permission from the security guard who was guarding the apartment, Layla immediately swung her footsteps into the luxury apartment.

Layla stood in an apartment unit, without hesitation pressing the bell that was beside the door.

Ting nong, ting nong.

"That's too long! No one's kali mah ya!" layla's long-standing grunt in front of the door, pressing the bell many times, was fruitless.

Crutch crutches.

Layla mengelusss her tummy rumbling, it's natural anyway. Layla Laper's stomach, going home from school instead of being told to eat, even told anther ante pesenan. Even the nganternya not nanggung nanggung.

Dring dring.

Hape Layla who was in his pocket rang.

Layla rolled her eyes lazily, knowing who was contacting her.

[ "You're anther yet, La! Why are you taking so long? You are no longer wandering!" ]

Tati's loud voice rang out from there, making Layla keep the flat object in her grasp away from her right earlobe.

"Lied one more mother, this is the man of the belly also open the door of his apartment. Try my mom calling her phone number, is Layla just the same as the security guard!" layla said with a glance at the door that was still tightly closed.

[ "Apartment? You just wait till the guy opens La's door! That's for your father's daughter, the father called. Ask you to anter yourself to his son." ] explained Tati.

Layla's in love, dad's temen? So who has this apartment his son Temen father what the hell? Why should I be anther, there is a security guard too. Ihs very complicated.

[[La, you're horrifying mom, right?" ]

"Well, you're in front of my apartment?" he screamed from behind Layla.

Layla turned her body back, ending her phone call.

"Lo?" Layla.

Seriate...

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Pouring all the money through the word. From word to sentence. From a sentence strung together into a work 😅😅😅