Forced to Marry Mr. Tajir
Pain in the Child
In the morning, after finishing breakfast, Rania and Bagas already looked neat wearing work clothes. Secretary Frans and the driver were waiting for him in the yard.
"You went to the shophouse on what?" tanya Bagas stopped her steps when their standing distance by car was approximately 3 meters.
"Nike angkot"
"What's? You're riding an angkot?" Bagas does not believe that his wife likes to take public transportation, but the driver there a lot and take the master and his nonanya wherever he goes.
"Yes" nodded Rania without any burden.
"Why should I take the angkot? I have countless cars. There are also many drivers who can take you anywhere and whenever you're going"
"I'm used to riding an angkot everywhere"
Bagas stood opposite to Rania and held both of his wife's shoulders.
"From now on, from today on, this second, I don't want to hear you ride the lot again! If anyone finds out you're my wife, the wife of a tyrant who asked for forgiveness, what do they say? In the meantime I'll be the stingy irresponsible"
Rania just silently heard her husband's words, digesting them. Actually Bagas cares about his wife or his honor. Eighty percent of Rania thought that Bagas was only concerned about himself who did not want his image to be damaged if someone else saw him riding an angkot and knew he was his wife. Twenty percent of Bagas cared about it. Might as well.
"Now you come with me, you'll be delivered first. Tomorrow you can use a driver to drive and pick you up. Youunderstand?"
"Hem"
Secretary Frans and the driver who stood there prepared to open the door for his master, suddenly as if they were like figurines in a movie scene, because seeing the master and his nonanya so sweet. After a few seconds, Bagas put his hand on Rania's shoulder to get into the car. The driver opened the car door. Followed by secretary Frans entered when the master and his nona were already in the car. The car engine is turned on and then run.
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In the shophouse where Rania's business, there the workers have come, there are still breakfast there, there are also those who have started packing goods once they get orders.
Two female workers who were having breakfast were sitting in the front seat of the shophouse, and Reyhan was also sitting with them. There was no conversation between them before, but one of the workers named Iren opened the conversation.
"Sir Reyhan.." called him doubtfully, Reyhan who had originally looked at the phone screen glanced at the worker who called his name.
"Yes, what's wrong?" reyhan replied with his hands trying to put the phone in his pants pocket.
"Ep.. Can I ask you something, right?"
"What's? Just say!" Reyhan Pinta.
"According to Mr. Reyhan, em... Miss Rania is pretty?" his tan made Reyhan instantly speechless and smile.
"Why indeed?"
"I'm just asking sir, sorry if my question is presumptuous" Iren lowered his head.
Reyhan seemed to think, then said, "beautiful!" it made Iren and his friend even more eager to ask another question.
"Sir Reyhan likes, yes, same miss Rania?" the accusation is added said cie.cie.. Teenage bias +62 really likes it so.
"Miss.. You're this! You better quickly finish breakfast, then quickly join those who have packed the goods!"
"Well, pa" they answered compactly, they quickly finished their breakfast and immediately went inside.
Inside the silver car, are Bagas and Rania. Bagas saw Reyhan was there, actually he was so jealous if his wife was close to another man, but he had promised to allow Rania still working with Reyhan. Only limited partners work, no more, and try not to overdo it.
"Wait!" Bagas stopped Rania who was close to opening the car door going down.
"What?"Rania.
"Don't get too close to him!" Bagas pointed to Reyhan, "you must remember! You already have a husband who is so dirty, and also handsome in ASIA. You should be grateful, don't get close to another man!"
"Yes... The arrogant master" he meant while opening the door.
"Hey, what did you say?" chanted Bagas because Rania had gotten out of the car.
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At the residence of bu Sari, Radit and bu Sari were sitting in the middle room. Bu Sari continued to pay attention to his eldest son who had been laughing and excited himself playing online games.
"Radit, you don't work, son?" the mother's question did not make her son turn, Radit was glued to the phone he was playing.
"Radit tukeran shift with another, ma'am. Males wakes up in the morning just to work so OB from the beginning, no change" he said grumbling without turning his eyes from the phone screen, his fingers more agile he played.
"Radit, listen to me, son! You can't be like that, you have to be grateful you still have a job. Look at a lot of people out there who are still unemployed wanting jobs! How many times have you said you should be grateful!" bu Sari continued to advise her son.
"Mom, Nadira aja who just entered directly made staff there. Masa, Radit who has worked for many years is still an OB, then when will the advance?"
"You should be grateful, son!"
Feeling like he was being lectured, Radit turned off his phone.
"Mom, you're silent! That mother doesn't have to rule my life, I'm an adult and I deserve my life! I know it's just eating, I don't know how hard it is to find money. Don't feel enough!" radit snapped and then moved from the chair into the room.
Radit's words just made Sari's heart ache instantly, her chest tight. It feels like in the sayat-sayat. Words that are nothing but can never be forgotten. Tears from Sari came back. Even so, bu Sari still pray for her son to be quickly in the position. At least Radit would be happy. A mother never gets revenge for what her son did. After all, a mother thinks, as bad as she is, is still my son. My flesh-blood.
A child should not say such words to a mother. Such hurtful words that have been heard, it is appropriate that Radit is difficult to get happiness in work if he hurts a mother.
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