The Will of Young Master

You're the one who paid

Ninda was already at the entrance of Amore Club & Party but she was prevented from entering by a bodyguard who had asked for her ID when she first arrived.

"Do I have to show my ID again?"

"Sorry Miss, this time Miss is not allowed to enter because Miss is too holy." Boy prevents Ninda at the entrance of the club at the behest of his boss.

"Too holy?"

"Yes, that's what the boss said. Miss is too holy in this place."

"Preeett !"

Ninda finally waited for Bona beside Boy. Today he has just finished his thesis, meaning the heavy burden on his shoulders has been lifted. He wanted to treat Bona as an expression of gratitude because during this time Bona was the one who helped compile the final task of his lecture, Bona was also busy compiling, advising and waiting for him to consult at the lecturer. There was usually Litha who always helped him but after love developed between Litha and Young Master, he hesitated to ask for help. She was happy to see Litha finding happiness with her husband, so Ninda did not want to bother her.

Bona also knows today is a special day for girls who often make him upset and often fight, but he always misses. Bona tells Boy to look for a pink shirt, a color that yesterday fascinated Abyan. He'll give Ninda a surprise to shoot her back. This moment was very fitting, so Bona would not waste this opportunity. This is what makes Bona forbid Ninda into his club, he was worried that Ninda would meet or see Renata because the new FTV artist almost every night visited his club. Renata is able to trigger Ninda's panic due to her past memories and Bona is avoiding it.

"Sorry, Nin. Make you wait, you don't want me to pick you up either."

Ninda's eyes stared fixedly at Bona, especially the shirt he wore. It is not a habit of Bona to wear light colored clothes other than blue, gray and brown. Likewise with Boy who felt strange with his boss, suddenly wanted to wear a calm color like that.

"Bon, you wear ba-"

"Yuk ah, we walk," interrupted Bona quickly saw Boy holding back laughter seeing he was wearing the clothes of choice Si Boy. Ninda's hand was pulled up to her car and she opened the door to get into the car before anyone else saw her.

"Bon, isn't it wrong you're wearing that shirt?"

"Eng .. eng ... ba-g good is not?"

Bona's heart pounded many times as fast as he could until his hands were coldly sweating. Never before has he been like this, it feels unable to step on his foot on the gas driving forward the car. His paralyzed brain cannot coordinate with his body's motor.

"Emmm ... " Ninda hung up her sentence.

Bona's heart is jumping more and more unruffled, going to and fro like a man doing parkour - an activity that aims to pass through obstacles efficiently and quickly - on the streets.

"Do you like that color?" ninda asked, he did not answer the question Bona was waiting for.

"This pink color." Bona pointed to his own shirt, "Of course not. But don't you like men who wear something pink?" bona said, a bit upset because Ninda did not answer the question that made her heart run and jump, it was excruciating.

"Yeah ... "

Ninda's eyes widened, paying attention again to the color of Bona's shirt until he turned on the flashlight feature on his phone to give a brighter light to convince his eyes that Bona's shirt was pink.

"You sure this is pink?" tanyanya ticklish. Bona nodded.

Huahahahaha ....

Ninda's laughter bounces off in a car that hasn't been on the road yet but the engine has been turned on from earlier, drawing Boy's attention from a distance at the club's entrance.

Bona's face reddened, enduring embarrassment, he could already guess the answer he was waiting for and he was disappointed by the answer.

"I'd better change clothes if this pink color doesn't suit me." Bona opened the car door about to return to his room to change clothes, but his arm was held by Ninda and still laughing he said, "Hahahaha ... Who says it doesn't fit."

Bona frowned in surprise, "Then why are you laughing like that?"

"Because your shirt is not pink, hahahahaha ..."

"Not pink?"

"That's salem color, Mr. Bona Santoso, huahahahaha ... "

"Booooyyy ... !!!" bona shrieked inwardly with a veiled shame.

"Salem color is a mixture of pink and orange, but more dominant to orange," explained Ninda still with the rest of her laughter, "Why do you want to wear pink clothes."

"To attract your attention, you insensitive base!"

"You want me to compliment you in pink like Assistant Yan did yesterday?" point Ninda directly.

Fortunately the light in the car was dim, Bona's red face was not so visible. He was never this shy in his life.

"Kan, I told you, not all men are fit to wear pink. Pink can add aura to the fit, while for the mismatched will look strange, and you are one of them, ti-dak-co-cok." Ninda puts emphasis at the end of the word. "But .. You match that salem color, it looks so sweet. Didn't you realize that I was wearing a salem blouse too?"

Bona's eyes looked at Ninda, and rightly, they were now like a couple in a couple's suit. Inevitably Bona laughed at himself.

Gts ... Gts ... Gts ...

Bona lowered the windshield of his car that was knocked on.

"Boss, is there a problem?" ask Boy by lowering his head to the level of Bona's head.

"none. I was just talking to him for a minute." Bona answered Boy's question and then whispered, "Originally you know this isn't pink but sa-lem! *W*hatever that is, thank you Boy." Bona patted the dark-skinned bodyguard's shoulder.

"Ready, Boss."

Boy returns to his original place after Bona drives his car.

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Ninda enjoys having dinner with Bona, a person whose status is unclear. Close but having no relationship except friends, but also more than a relationship of a friend. Bona is comfortable being near Ninda, and Ninda is also happy to be near Bona.

"Nin, do you want to be my girlfriend?" bona asked while cutting the steak.

"Heliza ... You asked him again. I told you I don't want to play anymore, I'm quite happy with our friendship now," Ninda also cut her steak.

"I didn't tell you to play, did I?"

"No, not."

"Then why do you think I'm taking you on a charade when I mean it?"

Ninda stopped eating it and took a glass to drink, "Oh huh? You really said that from your heart?" ninda asked after finishing her drinking water, looking at the handsome man intently.

"Of course." replied Bona still slicing the meat of the steak.

"Then show your sincerity. I'mtired. I want to go home now. You don't have to drive me, I can go home by myself." Ninda stood up and pulled back the chair, grabbed her bag and left Bona.

"Mrs, Ninda! Waitaminute! Why leave?" bona shouted trying to catch up to Ninda who was walking very fast. Bona's shout attracted attention around him, they were like a couple who were fighting again.

"Shit! Why did he disappear so quickly? Did he take a cab?" bona said wobbly looking for the little girl on the doorstep of the restaurant.

"Mr ... Mr. .. This is a message from Miss who just came out, whose dress color is the same as Mr." A servant gave him a piece of paper in handwriting.

You're the one paying. I'm not buying you.

"Aaaarrrrgggghhhv ... Nindaa!!!"

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Meanwhile, the petite girl in salem hides behind one of the cars parked in the parking area, she grumbled very annoyed and angry.

"Have I paid for the food of the man who shot me while running and cutting the steak! Try if he's a little more serious about it maybe I can take it more seriously too. Ah, Bona ... jerk!!!"

Even so, his heart felt more pain than annoyed and angry.

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