Young Miss Pretends to be Poor

Pretend Poor

A girl was standing with emotion, frowning and gritting her teeth looking at the new couple in front of her. Both of his palms were clenched. The man, who had only been her lover for a few days, chose to be with another girl.

Sickened.

That was how he felt when he looked at the two.

"We broke up" said the man flatly.

The woman, who is none other than her own friend, has taken the man in front of her, who is now officially her former lover.

"OK, Sanjaya's son! Why do I keep you, right?" replied the girl named Kiki while glaring.

"You poor girl, Kiki! Not worthy of dating your son! I am the one who deserves it! Queensya Putri Wijaya, the second daughter of one of the country's famous businessmen, Raymond Wijaya! Who are you compared to me?? You're just a maid at Bu Yayah's house, aren't you?"

Kiki has to work as an assistant in the house of a cruel mistress to earn money to fill her stomach, because she previously did not have any skills.

"Yes, I am poor. Not worthy of you, Son, son of a good enough businessman in this country, but inget ya! In any case, I am living by trying to do it myself!" kiki.

The girl named Kiki was very upset.

"Yes ..thank God you know that you are poor!" The girl named Queensya who was twitching hands to the arms of the son snarled.

Kiki approached and pulled the collar of Queensya's shirt, then his hand was ready to slap the now-frightened woman, but Kiki's hand was pushed aside by Putra until the collar was removed.

"Poor girl! Keep your filthy hands off my boyfriend!" said the man.

The smile of victory was on Queensya's face. He patted her collar and folded his hands looking at the drama. The captured lover had defended him.

"Huh, okay! I won't see you again, traitor!"

Kiki turned around, moving her legs back to her master's house. The tear she was originally holding, now slid just like that on both of her smooth cheeks. Unable to endure sadness and disappointment. Son, the man she had just known and dated for three days, she immediately looked down on him knowing that Kiki was working as a domestic assistant in the house of a married couple who had two young children.

"What kind of man it is, he only looks at the status to establish a relationship!" muttered.

The girl walked away and passed along with the laughter and insults of the newly-created couple. He kicked the pebbles all the way in annoyance.

He returns to the shop where he works to make money for the money he has to show his papa according to the agreement.

Kiki, who is none other than Yuki, lives a life outside her comfort home. All of this stems from his parents' desire for him to learn to face the conflict-ridden outside world on his own to survive and someday be able to hold his father's largest company.

A month ago,

Yuki Amaranggana, is the only daughter of the number one businessman of this country, Bhanu Tungga Jaya. The man told his daughter to get out of the house to earn income from her labor. Whatever the work, as long as it is halal.

"You're a big boy. Get out of this house! Your pot is getting inside the house!"

"Bad cow! I can't make money in what way??" reject it.

"Whatever you want! Bring thirty million from your own efforts. Otherwise, Papi's corporate legacy will move to the construction of orphanages alone, rather than being in the hands of spoiled girls at the risk of going bankrupt and not growing. Can you??" challenge the middle-aged man.

"I'm sorry, it's been blocked" the man said in a mocking tone.

"Body??!" his protest. The girl's eyes were perfectly rounded. Want to feel cursed, but afraid of sin, because in front of him is a papi that he loved so much.

"What is the purpose of Papi torturing me like this??" protest again.

"The fire didn't torture you, honey. Only you are too spoiled in this house. Learn to survive! You're the sole heir to Papi's company!" The beautiful woman who eighteen years ago had given birth to him answered Yuki's question.

"Did Mami even support Papi's plan?? Jeez ...." The girl folded her delicate and smooth hands because she never touched the work at home. Just peeling rambutan he slamming.

The woman even smiled.

Thirty million for him was a very, very little nominal, but if he had to work to get it, let alone on the conditions put forward by his papa, it would be like to just sink to earth.

The condition is ...he must work whatever the halal origin, without capital, without his father's intercession, without using his father's name and by masking his identity. Her calling was not Yuki as she was already famous in the media audience. Instead he had to introduce himself as Kiki to people. Meanwhile, he was a freshman, in an ordinary university, not an elite university, highlighting the personal wealth of each. His father would pay only tuition. Somehow his father was able to close the full name of his only daughter in the university.

The girl closed her eyes, sighing.

"What is this experiment?" mumbling slowly.

I was never brought to the media by my parents, people only know my name without knowing what my face looks like. Usually my school home schooling path that I choose to find knowledge. If I had been hanging out a lot ....

He began to regret his selfishness first. Not because of home schooling, but because he himself is too introverted to outsiders.

"From tomorrow, you have to get out of this house" his father smiled.

"Be-Tomorrow??"

Why are they so cruel to me after all these years they love me so much?? What possessed them?? Aarrr!!

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That's the story until the girl went out and worked to help work at the store and the house of a couple who were a bit fierce anyway. But how else? Other than being clumsy, he doesn't have any skills. Working at home also has to learn a lot, so the host often feels upset about it.

Now, he had to swallow the bitter pill because it was decided that his only comforting lover would be to him. But that sadness was put aside.

"At least I know what that guy looks like!" The girl's hands clenched. It was clear to him, all had been shown by God, a bad man and friend, for judging something from treasure alone.

His determination is now unanimous to raise money for the sake of his father's challenge and he will struggle to face the challenges of the outside world that is so cruel.

"I should be able to collect money from my own hard work, even though it is, halal origin! I have to show them that I, Yuki Amaranggana is a potential and resilient girl to defend Papi's company in the future!"

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