Trapped in Love Naughty CEO

170. Cooperation

To be honest, Thunder also wanted his son and daughter-in-law to stay at his house. But he felt the prestige to ask for it. The relationship with Nella is not good.

Rizky nodded. "Yes, but only 3 days. Papa wants me and Nella to stay at Papa's?"

Rizky seemed to understand the meaning of the words from her father.

"But Papa wasn't sure if Nellanya wanted to."

"Nella would, Pa." Rizky smiled looking at the pouting face of Thunder. "Later after Papa Sofyan returned to Jakarta .. me and Nella stay at Papa's house deh."

"How many days?"

"Sunday. But there's a condition, Pa."

"What?"

"Papa should trust Nella, don't doubt her anymore."

"Papa's gonna believe it when it's proven, Riz."

"Proven?" Rizky frowned. "Proven what?"

"After Nella gives birth, Papa will do a DNA test."

"Oh, okay. No problem." Rizky nodded, then took her back to sit down.

"Keep now how?" Thunder frowned. "Are we interrogating them both tomorrow?" his suggestion.

"But they certainly won't, Pa. Who the hell wants to do me? The prison can be full."

"Keep, now what?"

Rizky turned again towards Hersa. "I'd like to hire a driver who's like a bodyguard. Like Irwan, Sa. Let him take care of Nella while I'm at work, Nella could be hurt again before she meets."

"I'll do it, sir. I'll take care of Miss Nella." Hersa presents herself.

"Just kid, you're my assistant." Rizky shook her head quickly while glaring. "Lu can't be whittling with Nella, I don't believe in you!"

"I'm just going to propose myself. Who knows if you're interested." Hersa grinning the horse. "If you don't want to, I'll look for him, sir."

"He doesn't want me. But Aldi, Reymond's men. He's already known me. So good if anything."

"Okay, ready." Hersa nodded.

***

In a different place.

After going out to get a fresh breeze at night, Ihsan finally went home to the workshop while carrying a plastic bag containing food.

"Well, what did Bang Ihsan bring?" asked one of Ihsan's juniors who walked up to him.

"Chicken noodles, this share with others. Leave two for me and Om Irwan" said Ihsan, giving him what he brought. The young man nodded with happiness.

"Thank you, Bang."

Indeed, this is not the first thing Ihsan always distributed food, but still he and his friends felt happy to be given a free meal by his seniors.

"Together."

Ihsan smiled, then stepped up to Irwan who was sitting on the sofa with a woman who was only visible from behind, she had blond hair.

"Ah, that's Ihsan," said Irwan as he turned his chin, as he saw his nephew standing nearby.

The blonde-haired woman then turned to Ihsan and their gaze met immediately.

"Who are you?" ask Ihsan. The woman's face was certainly unfamiliar, they had just met today.

"I'm Mitha." The woman got up and stood up, and stretched out her hand.

"Get." Ihsan returned his hand for a moment.

"He was waiting for you, San. You guys just talk." Irwan stood up, then walked towards the cars that were being serviced.

"Sorry, did Miss ever servise a car here? Is there damage?"

Ihsan thought, maybe Mitha was one of his customers that he might have forgotten. But in fact it is not, Mitha was even here for the first time.

"No." Mitha shook her head quickly. "I didn't come here to servise the car either."

"Then?" Ihsan frowned.

"Can we talk in a less crowded place?" Mitha looked to the right and left. Even though it was night, but the workshop was still crowded.

"What is there really to do with me? I don't know Miss."

"Later I tell you. Can you come with me at the cafe next door? I want to talk." Mitha stood up again while narrowing her bag.

"It can, but I can't for long" Ihsan replied. He remembered that there were still cars that needed to be serviced.

"No problem" Mitha replied.

Ihsan stood up and followed Mitha's footsteps towards a mini cafe next to the workshop. The atmosphere there was not too crowded and seemed much better than in the workshop earlier.

They also sat facing. Before starting the conversation, Mitha ordered orange juice. But Ihsan did not, because he did not feel thirsty.

"Are you Nella's ex-boyfriend?" ask Mitha.

"Nella Praise?" Ihsan turned around to ask. Nella's name is not just one, it could be that the woman guessed wrong.

"Yes, Om Sofyan's son."

"Yes, who are you? Her friend?" guess Ihsan.

Mitha shook her head faintly. "No, I only know him. I'm here to invite you to cooperate," he said.

"Cooperation?" Ihsan frowned. "Miss has a workshop too?"

Again what is in Ihsan's brain is only a matter of workshop.

"No, I wanted to tell you earlier .. If I was Mas Rizky's ex-girlfriend, we had a date and even when Mas Rizky and Nella's mom were planning to get a divorce," mitha obviously made up a story.

"Oh, continues?"

"I want to marry Mas Rizky. I want us to work together to separate the two of them. You still love Nella, don't you?" guess Mitha.

"Yes, but why did you break up with Rizky? You should have married her earlier .. before she took my lover."

"It was because of Om Sofyan who forced, he forced Om Guntur to make an arranged marriage. So Mas Rizky had to break up with me." Mitha lightly said, her perupa to convince Ihsan.

"Don't Rizky still love you?"

"She said still, I still see her often.”

Ihsan rounded her eyes, poking Mitha's words. But in the next second he shook his head, feeling unsure because he knew that Rizky was crazy about his girlfriend. "That's impossible. If he still likes you .. why is he so hard to let go of my girlfriend?"

"I don't know either, but he said it himself." Mitha shook her head faintly. "Anything, but the point is we're lucky, right? How we work together to separate them. Later you can be with Sister Nella, and I'm with Mas Rizky" explained Mitha.

Ihsan was dumbstruck in her seat, thinking for a moment about what Mitha said.

The offer of cooperation was indeed beneficial for him. But the problem is that he has prepared a plan for his revenge carefully.

Looks like Ihsan does not need the interference of others, he sure—if he is able to alone.

"I'm sorry, I can't" Ihsan replied after a few minutes.

"Why?"

Ihsan. "I'm not interested, if you want to separate them, just separate yourself. If you need Rizky's woo."

"But why don't you want us to work together? Isn't this great ... so that our goal is achieved?"

Mitha was tired of looking for information about Ihsan, and after meeting—it felt disappointed if the Caucasian man did not accept his offer.

"My father is rich, if you need funds for our plan .. everything I take care of," Mitha added.