Young Master's Choice

Welcomed Bak Ratu

On the way, Dhira was only struck by silence, while continuing to pay attention to the atmosphere outside the car, with the mind wandering nowhere.

It would be nice if his life is as free as it used to be, can do many things without having to be regulated by the other party.

Back then? Ck, even that was a very long time ago, since being left dead by his grandmother and meeting his mother, that's where freedom was never again felt by him.

Dhira suddenly recalled his memories with his grandmother, who was always full of affection, protecting him, and where he was spoiled and shared grievances. However, all of that remains a memory that will never be repeated.

Pampered? Is that spoiled? He even now forgets how to treat someone. His mind is no longer about spoiled like when he was a child, now he must be as fresh as a rock to keep enjoying life as it is.

"Sir, stop, sir," pinta Dhira, his eyes fixed on the big building, a mall that is in great demand lately.

Until now, he never felt his name set foot into a mall, let alone a large mall that is intended for people to money.

Now he began to be interested, as long as he had the time, may he go in to look at the contents in it, want to feel what it was like to enter a mall, one of the places he never visited.

"Want to go to the mall, Miss?" ask the driver who has now stopped his car on the side of the road.

"What's okay, sir?" Dhira asked back, making Mr. Driver astonished. Dhira is his master, why even ask the subordinates whether it is okay or not. Is not the rule that if the employer says yes, then the subordinate has no right to say no. This time, Dhira asked permission. What to answer?

"I'm only in charge of taking you wherever you want, Miss. It's up to you to enter the mall or not, I'm not entitled to your wishes" replied Mr. Driver politely.

"Yes, I'm going there to look around for a minute."

"Good, Miss." The driver immediately restarted the car engine and took it into the parking lot at the mall.

"Please, Miss." After opening the car door for Dhira, Mr. Driver bowed his body in a sign of respect. Dhira feels bad to see people walking past their cars.

Who her? Such was the interpretation of Dhira when he saw the look on the faces of the people who were staring at him.

"So wait here, yeah. I won't be long" Dhira said. Indeed he did not intend to linger, after all there was nothing he would buy, just to look around.

Moment before.

"Is there any more news?" Hexa paused her work for a moment, while playing the pen in hand, her eyes still staring at the computer screen.

"There, Sir. The driver who drove Miss Dhira said that Miss Dhira wanted to enter the mall that was recently crowded in demand," Secretary Jo replied straightforwardly.

Hexa turned her gaze and looked at Secretary Jo. "Ordered some people in the mall to greet him when he entered, make sure he remains safe and comfortable at all times, I will make the mall bankrupt if until someone dares to provoke him, he said, tell that to the director directly." The eyes of his eagle that always never failed to make people intimidated, coupled with every word that was full of firm warnings, made everyone sure that this man never messed with his words.

"Good, Sir." Secretary Jo bows obediently and immediately does what his boss wants.

On the other hand, the Dhira section.

"Welcome to our shopping center, Miss." The words of the greeting were spoken simultaneously from the lips of the people who lined up neatly in front of Dhira's eyes. They bowed respectfully as Dhira stood at the main entrance.

Dhira was silent like a statue that belonged to a refined being.

'Indeed worthy of the interest of many, the service at the entrance was like this, ' his mind kept talking as long as he walked in. His head turned to the left and right looking at those who still had not raised their heads as he had already passed them all.

From a distance, a man in a suit ran up to him.

"Welcome to our shopping center, Miss. I'm the manager at this mall, if you need help, can immediately say, we are ready to complete your needs at any time while here," said the manager politely and submissively.

Dhira scratched his temple confused.

"No-no, no need, I don't need any help," he quickly refused, it would be a shame to find out to them that he didn't buy anything at the mall.

"Then let me send one of the employees to accompany you inside," he bargained again excitedly.

"Thank you again, sir, but it's not necessary. I'm not used to being with anyone." Dhira continued to shake and refuse.

"All right then, Miss. If you need help later, just call me right away, here's my business card, if there's anything you can do, you call this number right away." He, the manager, gave a business card and Dhira accepted it. He could do with the business card, while Hexa just wouldn't let him call anyone using the phone he was given.

"Good, Sir. Impregnated. I'll go first." Dhira continued to thank him, the man had worked hard to persuade him, but he could only refuse and refuse.

"Duh, it's a hassle. Are all of his customers treated like that?" muttered Dhira while looking back at the manager, and he even got a polite smile again from him, he also reflexively lowered his head and smiled back. Quickly walking up to half a run, completely like terrorized.

"Did the rich people also accept such an offer? Doesn't that mean they won't have privacy if they accept it?" The longer you think, the more you feel dizzy. Never mind, anyways for what it is to concern yourself with thinking about the lives of others.

'As it was, the spoiled young master, everywhere was always followed by his secretary, ' said Dhira inwardly with lips that kept leaning forward.

"Dhiro!"

The next minute after going through several places, suddenly someone heard him call. Dhira turned to the source of the voice.

His forehead shriveled deeply, it was so clear who the person who walked over was. Dhira's face changed, not liking the person's presence. If he could, he wouldn't want to see that person again.

"Why? Want to pretend you don't know?" he told Dhira in a cynical tone.

"What else do you want?" Dhira did not want to linger, meeting the woman would only remind him of all the bad events, no good memories of the woman, all the bad things he did not want to remember anymore.