Mr. Tajir Fall in Love
He Actually

IN THIS NOVEL WE NEVER KNOW WHERE OUR FRIENDS AND ENEMIES ARE

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"I think he's intent to fight me," complained Blue carrying a large crackle containing a gift. The crackle he put on the step floor of the motor. At the same time a sedan pulled over. Nila and Nike who were sitting in the back seat were about to get off.

Before closing the car door again, Nila had seen Blue there. The man was wearing a helmet and climbed onto the bike. Surprised Nila saw her Firm was there. He immediately looked at Nike with a face full of questions.

"He is the second son of Mr. Angga Bamantara, his sister your brother-in-law," Nike said before Nila asked.

Hearing that fact, Nila was somewhat surprised because as she remembered the man was a security guard named Firman.

"Don't get close to him. The kid's a fucking whoremaker!" ban Nike. Lala the woman walked up to the porch of the house and Nila had no reason other than to catch up with her. He had a look back and the Blue motorbike had gone a long way towards the gate of the house.

The big white door was wide open. Nila and Nike set foot on the white marble floor. The entrance part of the house alone is so large with glass cabinets in which stored many expensive ceramics and paintings from leading painters.

Walking deeper and deeper ushered in by a welcoming servant at the doorstep, they finally arrived at the living room. Large sofas that now change to milky coffee are decorated with crystal lights that hang from high ceilings.

"Please sit down, Madam and Miss Marga, I'd like to call Young Madam to come down" said the maid who escorted them. Then the lady's servant left.

Nila looked around the room. In front of him was a large staircase leading to the second floor and on the left side was also the right elevator leading to the third and fourth floors.

On the right side wall near the hallway door to the office room and private living room, Nila saw a large photo. There is Angga Bamantara there with his brother-in-law and of course the Word. Nila took a deep breath. Damn she's fooling me. So he's a rich kid!

Soon their men will come. Nindy got off through the elevator on the right side of the stairs. He walked with his face looking straight ahead. It looks elegant as if showing his position in this house.

Nindy sat on the main sofa while raising her right thigh over her left thigh. His body was made upright with sharp eyes. "What's it gonna take to get here?" ask Nindy.

"We want to see how you are" Nike said.

A loud speech that made Nila feel furious. "Just be brave in the cage," Nila commented in a soft voice. Nike nudges the arm of her second daughter.

"Nin, you know your papa is experiencing a decline in corporate profits. Some investors are withdrawing funds. I heard Surya has some fellow investors who are still hesitant about investing funds ...." Nike's sentence was cut because Nindy suddenly raised a hand.

"Mrs? Have you forgotten who I am now?" synd Nindy.

Nike was shocked to hear his daughter's response. Eyes widened. He had a glance at Nila who had been provoked by emotions. "I mean Mrs Bamantara. I beg you for help" continued Nike.

Nindy folded her hands in front of her chest. "Then what are the advantages for Surya? If not, it is better not to. Just wasting time. Your husband should be starting to become self-aware. It's time he backed off. It seems that he is no longer able to make a strategy that benefits BG," declined Nindy.

The woman stood up and walked out of the living room. Nila stood up. He quickly caught up with Nindy and pulled her brother's hand. In one blow, Nila slapped Nindy hard.

Clearly here Nindy was shocked to the point of glaring and holding her pained cheek. The two stared at each other in a few seconds.

"What's this!" snaps the man's voice. Both Nike, Nindy and Nila looked to the right. There Surya was already standing with an annoyed face.

Nike ran after her daughter, while Nindy ran straight to her husband and took shelter behind Surya.

"How dare you treat Madam Bamantara like this!"

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