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Around five in the afternoon, Nanda had finished getting acquainted with the children of Zayn's art studio. Most of the children here are children from disadvantaged families, orphans, and street children. Zayn gathers them here every afternoon so they have the skills. There are acting experts so Zayn looking for people who understand in his field, there are those who like to dance, then he brought Nanda and some others, some like to sing, play musical instruments, and others like to dance, and there's so much more. Zayn empowers them, with the young entrepreneur's personal money.

"Welcome to our community, Nanda." Zayn welcomes Nanda in a room filled with abstract paintings and flowers.

Nanda smiled. "It's nice to be here, sir."

Staring at Zayn who was charismatic and full of smiles made Nanda relieved. That welcome was more than enough to make him think about Nuga's words.

"This is some additional information including your salary and benefits. If there's a stage, you'll be paid beyond basic salary." Zayn handed a piece of paper towards Nanda who was stiffly facing him. "Look easy. I didn't bite, anyway."

Nanda's smile widened, mixed with misbehavior. "I'm just touched, sir. Nothing's been paid a salary."

"That's your right to know, Nanda." Zayn stood behind the table and let Nanda sit on the sofa. He sat down on the sofa with Nanda. "Later on we'll all discuss and spend some time together here."

Nanda circulated the gaze throughout the room without hesitation as he sat on the purplish-red sofa. There are several tables and chairs facing the middle of the room that are given a dark red carpet. Zayn's desk at the end as the head. This sofa on the other hand, extends against the wall.

"Small but hopefully comfortable living in this room we call office." Zayn smiled again. "Because the child you teach is still an early age, so just 3 times a week you enter. 3 To 5 hours. In addition to children who are deficient, there are also some children who are indeed from quite a family. They were my regular donors. We just don't distinguish."

Nanda nodded, "May I take my son, sir?"

The question spontaneously arises. He thought Hima must have liked the number of children her age here.

Zayn's thick eyebrows shot up. "Child?!"

"Yes, my son, sir." Nanda nodded again. "Let me ask her father to be a donor too."

Zayn sighed. "Bring it up, if his son wants to. Do not use persuading his father to be a donor of all. We accept anyone, no need for the lure of rewards."

Nanda's face turned happy, much happier than receiving a pay statement from Zayn. "Thank you, sir."

Zayn smiled to try to understand Nanda's position. He did not want to misunderstand this girl first.

Nanda looked at Zayn who was still glued to him. Nanda was astonished, but said nothing of Zayn's view on him. Maybe Zayn was wondering why Nanda could have children? Or else, regret may have accepted the woman who had the child.

What if Zayn sees himself pregnant. Dancing with children who are 4 to 7 years old requires a lot of energy, patience that never runs out of stock, and unlimited creativity so that children can focus and receive the lessons given. Zayn must have thought of the limitations of pregnant women who risked the agile dance moves.

Or Nanda should back off now? The woman's eyes were fixed on the amount of salary given. Even in Kindergarten, Nanda did not know how much to pay, this ...? Enough for his own needs.

Supported by Nuga ATM, this salary is not much, but Nanda prefers to see how he tries. If possible, he would like to find another job. There was a lot of time he had, even though he worked in two places.

"Is there another job opening?" Nanda broke the silence between them. Making Zayn who had previously rubbed his lips while judging Nanda flinched gently.

"There ...." Zayn straightened his body enthusiastically, while Nanda was no less interested.

"So the mother of my children."

"Did?!" Nanda made it clear with a gawking expression.

Zayn chuckles. "Handler."

"Oh .. I'm shocked to hear that, sir." Nanda immediately humbled himself, feeling relieved, before looking at the clock on his phone. "It's late in the afternoon, sir .. If there's nothing you want to talk about again, I want to go home."

What's?! What the fuck? Should be the one who says like that is the boss or boss or the hiring one. Not a new employee, especially. Oh gosh.

"Okay, please." Zayn finally gave up. He stood up and let Nanda out of the room.

Nanda bowed briefly before walking quickly away from the increasingly deserted area of the sanggar. The rest of the children and parents who pick up. Also the teacher who takes the children to the gate.

The interaction here is quite good, not even visible gap is so striking.

Tasya faithfully waited for Nanda because Nanda's best friend was indeed as absent as his life. Indeed Tasya is applying for a job, but only two are being responded to. One of these days is just an interview, and one is still two days away. So Tasya really joined, until he was willing to wait for Nanda here.

Nanda's phone rang loudly, which she immediately hurriedly retrieved from inside the bag. Nuga called apparently.

I don't want Nanda to answer that. "Just want to go home, Om! I'm WA too, don't you read it?"

"Accoland ...."

Nanda clucked lazily. "Wa aleikum salam, sorry forgetfulness earlier."

"Anything get used to greetings, and the word over the phone. That's why I appreciate my husband! Permission via text message, I take for granted."

Nanda walked with stomping feet towards Tasya who frowned so frowned.

"Astagfirullah Om! Name ... istighfar! I'm Om's wife, not Om—Yeah's student." Nanda massaged his forehead so tired of facing Nuga. "I didn't get to call. So I'm WA instead. I'm not going anywhere, I'm not lying pas—"

"I'm waiting at the cafe, don't say a lot and don't make me wait too long!"

"Yes, Mr. Raden! It also wants to go home, which makes Om own old, use call everything! Rich less work only Om ih—"

"Getishalight."

Call switched off. Nanda placed the flat object in front of his half-dead face. If you do not remember Nuga is her husband, then Nanda has cursed.

"This is very married to a half-colossal old man!" Nanda muttered making Tasya who held out the helmet towards Nanda laugh a little.

"He's bucin and possessive of times, Ndes!" sahut Tasya.

"Bucin what? He's a crazy maniac who's thirsty for sex, you know?" Nanda immediately got on Tasya's matic bike while wearing a helmet.

Tasya looked at him with an unreliable face. "Seriously? You made Lo ve with him? Same Mr. That amazing hot gift? Wow ... awesome, Ndes."

"Don't forget, we got married! But that's not the problem. He's too horrible, no soft-soft, no rich touching with deep feeling in that drakor, Beb! Rich me it's just foam in her eyes! Seonggok dakron wrapped in human skin, kneaded rich dough donuts, which is turned back rich fish mujair burn, which in rich slap my ass has committed the same sin he!" Nanda slashed loudly and gave an anxious expression, until some of the people who were still there turned their heads.

Instead of horror, Tasya just looks melted. His eyes were already clearly drawn how hot Nuga when he hooked this friend. Tasya saw how beautiful Nuga is for the warm womb like him.

Tasya smiled as she bit her lips. "You're lucky, Nda."

Nanda grunted increasingly annoyed. "Lucky what? My assets are swollen, Beg! Your eyes are clear when you see Om Nuga it does not see me road trouble!"

"Definitely big, long, and stocky." Tasya's eyes were misty, he shuddered imagining.

"Ck!" Nanda hits Tasya's helmet to quickly become aware of her disgusting demeanor. "Yes, bige ... But it's torturous, tauk! It feels like food that goes into the stomach can come out all fitting that thing nyodok me!"

Tasya held her hand to her chin. Huhuhuhu, they're hot, Tasya melts.

Nanda was getting annoyed at Tasya's expression. Then go back down and push Tasya down from the bike. "Surge lo! Let me drive!"

Tasya was still lulled so that she would just obey what Nanda had done to her. He still imagines how his best friend was slammed by a mighty man like Nuga.

"Same order, long time! There are tomorrow I use a wheelchair if you eventually get rich gini crazy!" Nanda mengumal while driving a motorbike at high speed to the Nuga cafe.

Nanda and Tasya do like to use my elo if arguing, or one of them is upset. This is because they initially make fun of new students from Jakarta who look strange when saying elo me in an area that medoknya unusually thick.

"Can I be an actor in your household?" Tasya placed his chin on Nanda's shoulder. Hugged Nanda's waist in gentle movements. The young girl's eyes were misty, the shadow cradled by a grown man made her float. "Gue will be a good actor."

"Have a son! There's no! I have been on merit for a month too! You play nyosor my man!" answer Nanda ketus.

"Yes, you will not be able to handle Mr. Nuga alone, Ndes!"

"Gue cemplungin lo to the next got, want?!"

The real wae! Friends are friends ...! Basis Tasya lukewarm scorn of the womb!

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