Women Are My Source of Money

Ch 8: Women of Japanese descent

In the morning as usual, Yayan had prepared to go to his office.

[Mission confirmed]

[To the office by foot]

[Reward: 1 strength point, 1 health point]

"Hm ... Mission on foot again. Is this the same mission as yesterday?"

[Yes, host. You will always be reminded to work on missions that have not been completed.The reward will also increase]

"so yeah. Yeah, but I don't intend to work on it for now. I'll be late on foot."

[Right of host to carry out mission or not]

Yayan then set off on his favorite motorcycle, has become a witness to his love journey with Yani which ended tragically.

The state of the capital in the morning can not be separated from the image jammed. Yayan this time had to go through several rat lines so as not to get stuck in traffic.

Half an hour away, Yayan finally arrived on time.

[There is a woman approaching you, 50 meters away]

The system displays an interface panel like maps. Yayan is symbolized by a blue dot, while the one identified as a woman is symbolized by a red dot.

There are dozens of red circles near Yayan. One of them was closing in on him, the longer it got faster.

"Hoh, somebody just got to work, new kid, huh?" yayan muttered.

However, in retrospect, Yayan's assumption was wrong. There was no way her junior was someone lady with the latest luxury car. Meanwhile, there were other cars stalking at the back.

'Hey, system. Why is the new female GPS active now?'

[There are a few reasons, Host]

'What is that?'

[The system actually automatically detects women who are likely your type]

'Oh, you're prioritizing that, aren't you? Hmmm ... But, you seem to be wrong. I obviously don't like him.'

[Good, Host]

Yayan then entered the office building, ignoring a woman who likely had high status.

If Yayan went inside, then on the contrary, the other officers scattered out. He accidentally met Vina there.

"Vina, are you leaving today? Shouldn't just permit it. Your wound is ...."

"It's okay. I am a professional and competent officer. Even the storm will hit me, so a small wound like this is just like a pebble on the side of the road," said Vina full of intonation and appreciation. If so, Vina could be sure it's fine.

However, Yayan still felt guilty.

"sorry. For yesterday, Vin."

"Well, it's okay. It's not your fault." Vina smiled, and so did Yayan.

He then drowned looking at the entire first floor lobby.

"Woi, it's so quiet! Is the influence of the woman in front that huge? Who's she?" ask Yayan in astonishment.

"Hey, hey. You really don't know? Very scabby?!" vina Cibir.

"if he's famous, I should have known. But, the reality ..." said Yayan shrugging his shoulders.

"Hoh, basic! He's Mr. Kafi's stepson!"

"What's? Since when did Mr Kafi get married? With whose widow did he marry?"

Vina pinched Yayan's cheek out of anxiety. “Don't be loud, it's not polite!? Besides .... I'm really questioning your memory."

Yayan tried to break his memory. It took me a while to find a suitable memory.

"Okay, okay, I just fell over. Pak Kafi turned out to be married to a woman of Japanese descent who he said was a famous politician.“ Yayan explained what he knew.

"Huh, just remember. You're not a grandpa, are you?"

"Of course not. But, why is everyone so enthusiastic about Mr Kafi's stepson?“

Vina sighed lazily, she was so irritated by Yayan's slow nature. The woman pointed at her face which put on an uninspired look.

Yayan finally understood. “Oh, hmm .. yes, beautiful, sih.“

“You also admit it, right?“

“I've admitted it a long time ago. You are indeed beautiful, kok——”

Plaque ….

“Huh, yes, yes .. I was just kidding. Mr. Kafi's stepson is indeed beautiful, but I will not be a sycophant to someone with a perfect look or great power,” replied Yayan.

“Eh? You mean?“ vina's response was confused.

“Forget it, don't think about it!“

The son of the company boss then entered the office building, followed by his party. The woman nodded at Yayan and Vina. As employees, they greeted him.

“Good morning, Miss Nazuna!“ vina said, Yayan just opened his mouth. He didn't know the name of the son of his own big boss.

Honestly putting on a fake smile is exhausting. However, if they did not look for face in the powerful, they could not possibly scoop up rice milks.

“Hey, why is Miss Nazuna here? Anything on?“ vina asked one of the male employees.

“Hmm .. possible to look around. He will definitely run the company after Mr. Kafi retires. That's the reason married to a widow.“ He spoke more slowly at the end and wryly watched around.

“Oh, so, yes?“

After that, everyone worked as usual. There was nothing interesting until the lunch break.

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When lunch time came, everyone took a break from their work except for the people who took a gig to complete their tasks. Yayan is among the nanggung people, he is still struggling in front of the computer, while the others have gone for lunch.

Even so, Yayan seemed relaxed in working on it, there was no rush impression.

Until after a few minutes clear and there was only the sound of a keyboard knock, there was a sound of steps from the high heels approaching to the room Yayan.

[Nazuna is heading towards the Host. Distance 8 meters]

'Hmm ... Why did the woman come here?' puzzled Yayan, he did not want to take a headache. Choose to be careless. Yayan thought that the woman just wanted to take a look.

The door was opened, there was the son of the company boss, Nazuna Rukawa.he was surprised to see the existence of Yayan who was seen behind his workroom that was not quite high, who did not care about the existence of Nazuna.

"I-what's bothering you?" said Nazuna with a slightly messy Indonesian language.

"No, Rukawa-san ... What is the need to come here?" yayan added the honorific that is usually used for someone new to the culture in Japan.

Yayan here and there is a person who likes watching anime. He knows that calling someone by first name tends to be less polite when not too familiar. However, Nazuna is now in Indonesia, obviously the culture has been different, the woman understood. Yayan had no problem calling the woman by her first name.

Nazuna took out the phone, using the translate machine. He is still in the stage where he understands what the other person is saying, but it is difficult to say it himself.

"I'm here to rest, avoid people." Nazuna read the translation of the sentence she had entered.

Yayan just ooh, looks not interested. He immediately allowed Nazuna to sit wherever she wanted. They are alone in the room now.

Nazuna sat in Vina's room, next to Yayan.

"Atsui!" (hot)

Yayan understood what was said by him. He glanced straight at the AC.

'I accidentally turned off the Ac, anyway. Hmm .. but, he seemed to be unfamiliar with the climate in this country, Yayan's inner being quietly glanced towards Nazuna.

"Unh ... Anata no namae?" (Your name)

"Yayan."

Nazuna realized that Yayan could speak Japanese, so she chose to use her native language.

The longer Nazuna was in the room couldn't stand the heat. Yayan also seemed to not care to turn on the AC, the remote was on him.

Nazuna even took off the blazer and the three buttons on the top of her shirt, she kept fanning.

'Hmm .. nice view. They must be jealous I could see it. Oh, it's blue!' inward Yayan glanced towards Nazuna.

"mrs ... Yayan-san?" Nazuna suddenly approached Yayan. He has now removed all the buttons of his shirt.

'He just realized! I'd like to ask you about AC!'

Then came someone unexpected.

"What are you guys doing?"

"Huh?"

It was Yani who was about to enter, seeing Yayan and Nazuna.

'Eh, uh ...cruise, what was the woman thinking?'