Biggest Decision of Ziva
Chapters 12. Helper-made

"Father is not able to pay the debt with the interest that is getting swollen, Zivanya. That's why I had to give this house to the bank, and the rest of you as collateral." His father turned around.

"Astaghfirullahal'adzim," said Ziva with a quivering voice. Without excuse, her tears just fell. His heart ache when he heard his own father made him a guarantee to pay the debt.

"We don't have much time. The boss said we should get home before noon," said a man with a firm tone speaking to the woman standing next to him.

"Come on, come with us now!" said the woman then embraces her Ziva and walks towards the car. While the man who came with him was carrying Ziva's suitcase.

Seeing the father was silent and there was no prevention, Ziva finally entered the car parked in front of the gate of his house. He squinted his eyes at the father filled with hatred. His heart was so sick, because his own parents gave it to someone else.

"My whole life, I hate you!" he said it in his heart and turned his eyes the other way. Moreover, seeing his father casually cross his chest while leaning his body against the wall.

The car he was riding drove away and further away from his residence. In his heart Ziva continued to be privileged in order to receive protection and safety from the Almighty.

The two people who picked up Ziva were sitting to his right and left. The faces of the two of them looked flat, there was not even friendliness at all. His Ziva was horrified to be in their midst. Both of his hands were very tightly hugging the bag that was on his lap. His heart grew increasingly anxious, how would his fate be after this? Ziva thought so.

The perfume typical of petro dollar country princes is so pronounced in the car. Ziva believes that the owner of this car must be handsome, masculine and affectionate. Because the smell is soft, strong and refreshing. In his heart of hope, hopefully he will meet the good people behind his terrible fate.

It didn't take long to navigate the crowded street, the driver stopped his car right in front of a modern industrial-style mansion.

"Come down!" command the man sitting to the right of his Ziva. While the woman who was sitting on the left had gone down first.

"Please be patient!" sahut Ziva with ketus.

"Yes, this is a real boy again!" The man clucked in annoyance, and then he came down after Zivaya.

"You immediately take him to the Boss' office, don't forget to accompany him inside before the Boss comes," the man orders his girlfriend when everything is out of the car.

"Good!"

When the woman was about to embrace Ziva back, the beautiful girl quickly brushed him aside.

"I can walk by myself!" The girl snorted sharply.

"Can't! I don't want you to run away" said the woman, still trying to hold onto Ziva's shoulders.

Instantly the girl rebelled with all her might but the power of the woman was enormous. Finally the Ziva bit the woman's hand forcefully.

"Aakhs! Fucking alan! Why did you bite me all the way!" The woman rolled her eyes wide. An angry look was inevitable, because his hands to bleed because of Ziva bite. "Lo vampire descent time huh? Crazy one! until my hands bleed!" his grunts while firmly grasping his injured hand.

"That's why I said freelin ya. That's the result if you don't want to obey what I say," Ziva timpal casually while shaking his waist and smiling grin. "I won't run away, because I'm not a coward!" abugn.

"Yes already. Walk quickly! Follow me!" the woman finally gave up. He walked first and Ziva followed.

They stopped in front of a large door. The woman who was with Ziva opened the door. Because the door was almost three times the height of his body, until a 'bugh' sound when the handle managed to open.

"God," he murmured very slowly. His ziva was so amazed by the atmosphere in the room. The stuff there is not too much, but it looks very neat and pleasing to the eye. Ziva increasingly curious, who the owner of the room and the house.

"I'm sorry to ask, who does this house actually have?" ziva asked hesitatingly at the woman. But unfortunately the woman who stood not far from her place just shrugged her shoulders as if ignorant and indifferent. Ziva breathed his breath.

"You just worked here, huh? How not to know who your own boss is," said Zivanya, more precisely gave a subtle satire on the woman.

"This is a boy. Can you just shut up? Boss is here any minute!" The woman immediately raised her voice from feeling very angry.

"OK fine. I'm quiet." His Ziva immediately shut his mouth tightly. Both of his hands were folded backwards, while his eyes were cool looking around the room.

A few moments later, the door of the room opened quite tightly. The woman turned her head then lowered her face and left the room as fast as lightning. While the owner of the room stood exactly one corner behind Zivanya and the door was closed.

But the girl did not dare to look back. He still stared with his breath as if stifled. The owner of the room walked past Ziva and sat in his big chair.

His soul was so surprised by the man in front of him. His pair of eyes were perfectly rounded and both of his eyebrows were furrowed.

"Aren't you Arion's brother?" the beautiful girl asked. Just this time he stared quite closely at the man who the other day organized the event and at that time also became his first meeting with Arion.

"Where do you know that?" The man asked back with a flat look on his face and a cold look from him.

"That time I came to your show" Ziva replied innocently. But the man's response was just a smile.

"Where can someone like you get into my show. Moreover, your father has dared to borrow money and is very suit when charged. There's always a reason." The man grabbed the ballpoint pen not far from his hand which was on the table.

Ziva also flinch. There was also a point in what the man said, were it not for being invited by Glenka where he might also be able to recognize her.

"What can I do in this house?" asked Ziva after a moment of silence, finally opening his voice.

"Your job in this house is as a maid who takes care of all my needs. Waking up should be earlier than me and never go to bed before I fall asleep. Understood?"

His ziva took pains to swallow his saliva and nodded his head. "What is my job?"

"Later to be explained to the person you will replace the task with." The man grabbed the handle of the phone that was on the table, then made a call to someone. "To my room now!" his orders sound strict.

Not long after, the door of the room opened. His ziva turned directly in that direction. His breath was instantly restrained when he saw a woman standing in the doorway.

"Astaghfirullahal'adzim ... "

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