The Poor Girl Owns the CEO

The Poor Girl Owns the CEO
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"Nothing, just finish your breakfast! After this we go straight! You're okay, if anter me to somewhere first." said Danu.


"Where was it? Not a strange place, is it? You're not going to macem, are you?" cecar Layla with guard mode.


"What strange place does he mean? I want anything like that will not be a problem, La. We will be legal in the eyes of religion." explained Danu.


"I-yeah too, ta-but I promise you won't be weird to me!" layla murmur.


"Who wants to be weird, too, La? Lo kali who wants in what is the same me? Hihihi!" kekeh Danu, which even makes Layla shamed.


"Kamprettt lo! I am full!" Layla left the dining table, walking towards the room with her legs knocked off.


"Ready ready, La! We're leaving right away."


"Hem!"


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On the way, Layla still does not know where Danu will take her away. But his question was immediately answered, when Danu pulled over the car he was driving in a bedeng that sold 7-figure flowers, and various sizes of jugs.


"Wait a minute!" danu said before he got out of his car.


"Yes." Layla answered briefly.


Don't tell me that Danu wants to take me to his mama's? But if not to go there, where else?


"Are we going to your mama's grave first?" ask Layla, after Danu restarts her car.


Danu sighed his bafas roughly. "What's wrong, if we meet first?"


"I don't have a problem!" layla replied with a faint smile.


"If your mom is still alive, maybe you'll see you end up marrying me, La!" terang Danu occasionally turned to Layla.


"Why seneng? There are still many women out there who are better than me, who sincerely love you too much right?" great-grandson Layla.


"The woman mostly saw a man from the outside view and the contents of the purse, La! If not, yes because of the job."


"Aleta, look at you from what point of view? You have a relationship." asked Layla, without wind and rain, asking Aleta.


"It used to be me and he did have a relationship, a specialist. I was only close to her, when I was in junior high school, until we were in high school and one class." Danu no longer continues his story.


"Then what makes your relationship run aground? You guys have been in a relationship for quite a while. Papa Baskoro also seemed not to like Aleta's aunt when he met her in the hospital." Layla's great-grandson at length.


"Why can you say that?"


"Yes just guess what. So what's? If you don't want to continue the story, that's okay. I'm not maksa." great-granddaughter Layla cuek.


But Layla's heart said another, her soul struggling to know. It's so bad that if you don't tell me, we should know each other. That's now my husband. Ihsss ngarep very yes, I admit bini same this guy.


"I wasn't who I was, La. Aleta's parents disagree with my relationship with her daughter. Aleta was sent abroad under the pretext of continuing her education. And we lost contact. But it turns out he did not continue his education, but married a rich old man who was aged. Someone who gives fresh injections to his family company." Danu explained at length.


It sounded slurred in Layla's ear. But that's the truth. The end of Danu and Aleta's love. The girl who comes from a family of rich people, famous businessmen. In contrast to Danu, who at that time did not have the wealth as it is today. Don't be rich, Baskoro is still a coolie and a subordinate of a rich man.


Thanks to hard work, royalty, work ethic Baskoro has on the boss. He can be in his current position.


Layla and Danu get out of the car, heading for a public funeral. With Layla who was carrying a flower basket.


"Assynriding, mah!" said Danu after crouching in front of the navel, inscribed Devina's name on the tombstone.


Danu got rid of the weeds that had sprouted above the mother's belly button.


"Assalamualaikum mah, I'm his wife ka Danu. Mama is calm in nature" Layla said sincerely.


"Layla pretty rich mom when she was young, black sweet." Danu's great-grandson.


"Ihs ka, don't take it sweet black, which is important it's his heart. The one who has a sincere heart, is much better than the one who has no heart!" layla murmur.


"Yes." Yeah."


After the funeral, the two are back on their way. Danu keeps her promise to accompany Layla bought by by, to be given the head of her family and close friends.


"We are not wrong ka, very much bought by aja sampe here! Expensive again!" great-grandson Layla.


"Not really, even though the place is far away, but if we go both. It'll feel close, La!" said Danu.


"Ihsss, start it. Not most of the zombies, do not pantes lo ngegombal ka! Shame of age, shame of profession." great-grandson Layla.


"Who's a tombal, too. Come down." to his two get off the car, after Danu parked his car in the capital's largest basman mall.


Grappings.


Danu grasped Layla's fingers and linked them.


"This is how romantic. Are you rich with dating?" asked Danu with a meaningful look.


Layla twists her eyeballs lazily.


Where there's a date wearing an office suit, I'm new liet. Is Danu's suit gini rich?


"Why? I'm cool, right?" ask Danu with high confidence.


Layla releases her finger link from Danu. Then put his right hand.


"Please take off your suit!" tell Layla flatly.


Danu frowned, looking at Layla. "You what? Why are you off?" even so, Danu still obeyed what Layla said.


Layla draped Danu's suit on her own shoulder, then rolled up the sleeves of the shirt Danu was wearing.


"This is cool!" praise Layla with a smile on her lips.


"Wait a minute." Danu snatched his suit, which was draped over Layla's shoulder.


"Based on a strange man, say thanks to you! Just go straight away!" layla with pursed lips.



"This is cool!" Danu praised herself. Walk towards Layla with two hands in her pants pocket.


Sreek.


"Don't have two hands in your pocket, one hand like this! Just had another date!" Layla pulls Danu's left hand and grips her mm.


"Let's walk, you choose what you want to buy for the little devil!" great-grandson Danu.


"Huh? Little devil?" Layla.


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Pouring everything into the bow through words. From word to sentence. From a sentence strung together into a work 😅😅😅