Mr. Tajir Fall in Love
Assertively

Nila kicked the dashboard of her car. His breath went up and down quickly. Several times he curses and gives off a rough swearing. "I can't accept that he treats me like this! I gotta teach him a lesson!"

He's trying to figure out who's behind the bank where Blue works. His smile grew when he knew the son of the bank owner he knew well.

Nila didn't want to wait too long. He called his acquaintance. "What's up?" greet Nila as soon as the phone is picked up.

"What's up, Nila?" ask Arif. It was nice to call that beautiful girl. Especially during the first school, Nila was indeed a dream of the students in their school. Not only his face is ayu, his body is notched like a road to the top of Mount Manglayang and certainly his family background is honoured again rich.

"I want to ask you a favor, please!" her door while parsing let out a seductive voice.

Arif here is starting to waver. He rubbed his nape several times due to goosebumps had his body asked to meet with the owner of a sexy voice on the phone. "Anything for you" answered Arif who was no longer Arif due to Nila's temptation.

"The Bank Milis Center belongs to your family, right?" ask Nila.

"Yes, that's one of them."

Nila nodded. "You help me, donk. Please fire one of the officers! He's been acting impolite with me!"

Arif lowered his face. He took a breath. "Do you have any proof that he's acting disrespectfully?"

Nila's stunned. "Do you have to have proof?" ask Nila confused.

"The employees are protected by labor laws. I can fire arbitrarily. It could be my family's business at stake" explained Arif quite wise.

"Huh! Does the worker know that? If fired, tell me to leave! He will not fight," said Nila as delicious as jidat.

Arif shakes. Nila was studying abroad, but rules like that were trivial. "Sorry, Nila. I can't. After all, the service business owner is my papa, not me," Arif refused.

Nila turns off the phone and throws it over the dashboard. "Basic men are unreliable!"

"R! Is this really for me?" ask Mr. Word who wears the Blue uniform.

"Eat it, sir. I'm afraid there's pellets or drugs. Later my life the fall of kayaking in legendary novels if not cinema ads mackerel," said Blue.

Mr. Word does not care about the reason Blue does not eat the gift of Nila. He who saw sushi in it immediately played brush.

Inside the container was a red piece of paper. There's handwriting on it. Thank you for helping me, Mr. Firman. Hopefully you like the food.

Mr. Firman chuckled. He rubbed his mustache. "Enak gini tukeran uniform with the Blue. You can get a love letter. A lifetime never. There is Japanese food in it as well. What's Susi Susanti called Susilowati, huh?" thought Mr. Word.

He took the chopsticks and tried to use the cutlery. As a result of not succeeding by being stamped, Pak Firman stabbed his sushi then immediately he ate.

"Oh, it feels like a lemper," said Mr. Firman after several chews.

Blue entered the security room whose door was still open. The room was just one square outside the bank building and the door was directly facing the bank entrance.

Blue hands take the hat that is attached to the jacket hanger. "Enak, sir?" ask Blue.

Mr. Firman nodded. "It's the first time I've eaten this, Ru. Want to eat? It's still a lot," bargained Mr. Word.

Blue shakes. Such food has become his daily menu during his stay in the Bamantara family. Sometimes he deliberately invited his chef to come directly to the house. Even Blue is bored.

"No need, sir. I want to rub my stomach. Later the sky maghrib will come with Ara nganter food. I'd rather wait for her cooking. Where to cook puffer again," reject Blue.

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