The Village Girl Belongs to Mr. Amnesia

Chapters. #133

Ray left for the office as usual, he was driving at a moderate speed in order to get to the office on time because he had an important meeting today. However, on the way suddenly there was a car that braked suddenly. Ray was surprised so much that he also stepped on his brake pedal until it sounded squeaky.

Unexpectedly, the motor that was behind Ray's car stepped on his brakes until accidentally the motorbike nudged the body of Ray's car.

Ray immediately got out of his car when he heard something coming from behind. Ray was surprised that his favorite car was scratched. He looked at the motorcyclist who was still wearing a helmet.

"Hey, you hit my car?"

There was no answer from that person, he was even reluctant to open his helmet.

"Why are you just silent? I'd like you to make up for the loss!" said Ray gave a lesson so that the rider can be more careful in carrying the bike.

Helmet was opened, Ray knitted his eyebrows when he saw the rider turned out to be a girl.

"Master, forgive me, sir. I accidentally, I was thinking of something and—"

"I don't need an explanation, all I need is restitution!"

'He looks like a rich man, but it's a matter of course!' the girl was upset.

"Do you want compensation or not?"

"Sir, I was not intentionally. The master himself braked suddenly, why blame me instead?"

"Miss, I don't blame. I'd just like you to make up for the loss because my beloved car was scratched as a result of your behavior."

'Basic strange man!' the girl in my heart.

"Well, how much do I have to pay?"

"Ten million.''

"What! The price of repairing such a scratch was ten million? You don't just talk, sir!"

"I don't just talk! You can come with me to the workshop and you can see for yourself how much it costs."

The girl bowed lethargic. "But I don't have that kind of money."

Ray was silent for a moment. "You're still in school?"

"No! I've been working, but I've just been fired from work. And so, I was daydreaming."

"I don't care! The point is I want you to compensate. If you don't want to then you must obey my words. How?''

The girl was silent. "Depends" he said briefly and casually.

"You'll have to work with me for six months, and during work the salary you get I'll cut in half in car repair compensation."

"I accepted your offer" the girl agreed.

"Then you can work right now,"

The girl nodded. They both went to Rayyan's office.

After a few minutes, the two of them reached their destination. The girl looked amazed to see the large, tall building that was in front of her. He was clucking while staring at the building.

"Don't you want to know what your job is?"

"What is it, sir? I'm just a high school graduate and definitely don't understand business. In the past, I worked in a cafe as waiters" said the simple girl.

Ray stepped foot without answering the girl's words. After being in his room, Ray sat in an oversized chair.

"Alright, I'll say your duty in this office.'' Ray held both hands. "First, you are my personal assistant. So, wherever I go you have to come with me" he said because Ray's personal assistant had resigned. "Second, except being an Assistant, you are also OG in this office. You know OG, right?"

"Office girl." said the girl.

"good. And according to our talk, I'll cut your salary every month in exchange for car repairs. Then you must follow my words. Understand!"

The girl nodded and then nodded.

"Tell me what your name is."

"My name is Yolanda, you can call me Yola. I'm twenty-five years old, I'm just a simple girl."

"I don't care about your personal matters, all I ask is age."

Yola clucked in annoyance. She is a cheerful, bar, and chatty type girl. He was a mere son and his father was gone due to heart disease. While Yola's mother, she was old and could only expect success from a Yolanda.

The girl was fired from her job because so many people were jealous of her. He has always been the favorite of the cafe owner, Dion Kusuma. However, the vile slander that Yola got made Dion dislike her and fired her.

"Sir, I'm here to work as an OG. Are there no special clothes for me?''

The sound of a second wall clock rang out, Ray looked at the girl in surprise. How not, on the other hand, there must be many who are embarrassed by the work of Office girls especially in the class of beautiful girls like Yola. But in contrast to this girl, she looked excited and cheerful.

"Of course there is. Follow me!" Ray walked in front of Yola.

They reached the kitchen, where Ray introduced Yola to all the OGs and OBs there. Yola greeted them kindly, even she continued to develop her sweet smile.

'No matter if I have to work as an OG, the point is that this job is halal and I can still get income to buy Mother's medicine.' Inner Yola remains grateful.

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