The Somplak Girl belongs to Cassanova

04

The aura in Gatra's private room in the restaurant was gripping. Initially, Gatra was very happy when Pandu asked permission to chat in his private room. However, just as Pandu wanted himself to fire Rasya, making Gatra's smile fade away instantly.

"What is Rasya's fault, sir?" tanya Gatra wanted to know.

"The girl is bothering me. Don't ask too many questions. Now choose! You wanted to keep the girl, but lost this restaurant. Or vice versa," said Pandu gave a choice. Gatra looked confused as to which one to choose.

"Can you make another choice, sir?" Gatra tried to bargain.

"No!" insist Pandu, "Ga, get that riot girl over here!" palanquin Order. Arga nodded and then left the room. Pandu smiled sinisterly as he looked at Gatra who looked so agitated.

Not until five minutes, Arga was back with Rasya walking tail behind. Arga stood behind Pandu, and Rasya followed him.

"Why are you standing there?" ask Pandu in annoyance. Rasya looked up and looked back at Pandu.

"Where should I stand, Om?" Rasya asked casually. Arga folded his lips holding a laugh, while Gatra stared in disbelief after hearing Rasya's question for Pandu.

"I'm not your om!" bentak Pandu's.

"Yes, it's not. You're not married to my aunt. Eh forget, I don't have a aunt," said Rasya relaxed. Pandu clenched his hands.

"Why do you call me om?" Pandu swerved towards Rasya who still looked calm.

"Because I want to call you Father, afraid you're offended. I'm sure you haven't been married even though you've been married many times" Rasya said. Pandu's eyes widened perfectly, while Arga was no longer able to hold back laughter hearing the answer that was thrown from Rasya's mouth.

"How dare you!" Pandu stood up from his seat.

"Of course you're brave, Om. We both eat rice why should I be afraid? Unless Om eats the bells, I'm just afraid of getting sick."

"You don't know who I am?" Pandu's eyes looked full of anger, but Rasya was still calm.

"No, Om. Yes, if we are acquainted. He said if you do not know then do not love, if it is already a pity do not forget the love of money, let not be left." Rasya reached out. Pandu directly brushed off the girl's hand roughly.

"Ra, you're so brave." Gatra stood up. "You don't know who he is?" tanya Gatra walked over to Rasya. The girl nodded quickly.

"He is Mr. Pandu Nugraha Andaksa, CEO of Andaksa Group."

"What! CEO?" pekik Rasya could not believe it. Gatra nodded. "It deserves to be handsome, like the picture in the novels I read a lot. Dashing, handsome, rich, macho, but dear .. like sloppy dyes!"

"Shut your mouth!" bentak Pandu's. Reflexively, Rasya closed his mouth.

"Looks like my patience is up against you! Gee, teach him a lesson!" palanquin Order.

"What lesson, Om? I graduated from school" Rasya said without lowering his hand.

Pandu grinned, "You'll see!" The man sat back on the sofa.

"Miss Rasya, Mr. Pandu gives a chance to choose for you. First, you keep working at this restaurant, you know, but you have to stay with Mr. Pandu in his private house or if you refuse then you remain fired from this restaurant and your name will be blacklisted. So, you can't work where—"

"It's crazy!" sela Rasya just like that.

"Who's crazy?" tanya Pandu half yelled. His face began to look full of anger.

"It's like most novels I read. Contract marriage, girl figure persecuted, keep running out it's nasty bucin. Are you gonna be like that, too, Om?" rasha asked by showing her cute face.

"Who wants to marry a weird girl like you?" refute Pandu. Though inwardly, he had already planned on marrying the girl to torture her.

"Yes, maybe Om wants to marry a young girl like me" Rasya said calmly. Gatra, who had been silent, finally stomped on Rasya's feet because the girl was too presumptuous.

"It hurts, Mom." Rasya was a little spoiled whining.

"Ehem!" The palanquin prays to distract them.

"Why are you ham hem ham, Om. You dyer-dyed!"