Money Or Honey
Episode 3: The Deal

Hiyola walked up and down. There is no intention to work because everything is in vain. It felt like he was going to die, but he was forced to breathe. All the way he walked felt empty. Everything feels empty.

Many times some motorists even motorbikes, reprimanding him for carrying the vehicle in a dreamy state, but not ignored. It was as if he no longer had a purpose in life. Everything he had planned was falling apart.

The thought of the condition of the aunt haunts him, but more than that is 158 jt money that out of nowhere he will get, the more makes his indecisive.

Thinking of that kind of money being used for the aunt's operating expenses made Hiyola's mind turbulent.

‘Is it better for his aunt to just die?’

That wicked question was really on Hiyola's mind. On the one hand he blamed himself for accepting the aunt to stay with them but, on the other, he felt sorry for the aunt.

Memories in the elegant lives of loved ones make Hiyola accept her without thinking long. It is not evil, it is just that he is unable to accept the suffering of others anymore, while his own suffering can not be handled.

Time shows at 2pm. The sun was so hot on the earth, but Hiyola was still at home riding his motorbike, regardless of the heat that increasingly burned the skin.

Along the way Hiyola kept thinking of a quick way so that he could get a loan, but none of it came to pass. He had the experience of borrowing money at loan sharks, and he would not repeat the stupid thing that almost took away his house at that time. He is also unlikely to borrow money from Daniel, given that only a few days ago the man confided about his family's stock plummeting, even their house which was almost confiscated by the bank, so the only option is that there is only Alya's aunt's husband. The man had to take responsibility for all the things Hiyola had suffered all this time.

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Hope stopped right in front of the half-concrete and half-board walled house, with a fairly wide courtyard. In front of the house there are several chili trees that thrive.

With a slight hesitation, Hiyola finally steadied her heart to knock on the door.

The door was knocked, a voice sounded from inside the house. Hiyola's heart raced as a girl who looked younger than her opened the door.

Hiyola stared at the woman from head to toe. Couldn't his uncle have married a woman this young? It's possible that this girl is the daughter of the woman whose uncle married her.

“Sorry, what do you need?”

“I'm looking for uncle Haris.”

The girl in front of him is squealing. Aura did not like it so radiated from her young face.

“What are you looking for in Haris?”

Gleck…

Hiyola swallowed her saliva.

Hearing the girl's answer, Hiyola's eyes rounded perfectly, this young girl called the uncle with the name mas?

So, his uncle actually married a woman this young? Knowing the reality added to the reply of this girl, Hiyola's heart was increasingly arrogant. It seemed like this girl had no idea at this time Hiyola was eager to swallow people alive.

“Sorry, my business with uncle Haris, I have no business with you,” Reply Hiyola no less ketus.

The girl seemed to dislike, she wanted to reply to Hiyola's words but lost quickly to Haris' uncle who was out of nowhere.

“Hiyola?”

Hiyola turned around, from the front of the turnstile, the man she knew almost 18 years old as her Aunt's husband, walking over.

“What business are you here for?”

“I need money for aunty.” operating cost

“Operation? What other problems did your aunt cause?”

Hiyola frowned, there was absolutely no look of sadness or worry on the face of the uncle who according to Hiyola ugly, but instead got a young girl.

“Aunt accident and must be handled immediately. We need 158 million for referral fees as well as operating costs.”

Instead of her answering, Haris spontaneously laughed, mocking laughter which Hiyola hated very much.

"Therefore I parted ways with him. That woman's a fucking carrier."

How could her aunt live with this son of a bitch?

“laugh as much as uncle, then give him the money. I don't have that kind of money!”

“You think we have money? A dime I won't give you.” This time the answer came from behind. Uncle's young wife interrupts. “Tell Alya for better just die.”

Hiyola's hands clenched, wanting her taste she slapped this big-mouthed boy, but she didn't have time. After all, in view of the increasingly unmanageable condition of the house, Hiyola did not have hope with a long stay here.

With an insinuating smile, Hiyola immediately walked past his uncle and his new wife making the man seem annoyed.

“What do you mean smile like that?”

“Oh no.” Hiyola put on her helmet, while turning the motor. “I'm just grateful aunt Alya chose to leave you, uncle,” Connect her while running the motor then dart away, ignoring the screams and curses of the uncle and his young wife.

Along the way Hiyola cursed his stupidity because he had thought to hold accountable uncle who even abandoned the aunt just for the sake of the smelly woman.

“Arghhh... I fought half-dead, even nearly dead to be in this second but everything went back again to the beginning.”

Although it had paused earlier, Hiyola's stress came back again, this time to a greater extent. It seems God has abandoned him. While thinking about the next plan, suddenly Hiyola's phone rang. Call from the company where he works.

Hiyola's feeling is bad. Just this time the company called him. Is there a problem? Is it possible that the Company knows about age fakes? What if they asked for compensation for all the money he received?

Bad thoughts come back to haunt Hiyola. Along the way Hiyola grew more and more fearful. His heart was pounding incoherently, his cold hands were filled with sweat, while his breathing began to disorganize.

“What should I do?”

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In his heart, Hiyola swore, if the bad thing he thought had really happened, then he would jump right through the glass window that was right on his right.

Hiyola waited for five minutes, but no one came. His heart was beating faster, apparently they wanted him to new hangers they would come.

Long looking at the room with some fancy furniture, suddenly the glass door was open.

A beautiful and elegant woman walked in first, followed by a man in a black suit. The woman sat in front of Hiyola, at the table. While the burly man, in black clothes, was standing firmly behind him.

“You Kimberly?” Ask the woman.

“O..? Uh..?” Hiyola. Don't know what to answer. He only regained consciousness when the woman furrowed her brows.

“Ah, yes. I'm Kimberly.” Hiyola replied in a hurry. He only realized Kimberly was a pseudonym that he used when applying and also a pseudonym that he used in the Meet me application.

“Include, I'm Violeta. Wife of the CEO of this company.”

Hiyola's eyes widened. He spontaneously stood up and bowed respectfully. “Greetings to your lady Violeta.” Said loudly.

Violeta did not budge at all. “We go straight to the core only. You can’akting?” Give up some paper.

The file is now in Hiyola's hands. The file shows the intent of the current meeting. Although he was happy because what Hiyola thought did not happen, the anxiety was still there.

“So you mean, I will be paid to marry your son?” Hiyola asked in disbelief. Is this not the same as buying it?

“Sorry mistress. But I can't.” Hiyola. He didn't want this silly thing to get late. With quick steps Hiyola immediately stood up, not forgetting to bow respectfully. “I assume we never met.” Say it again, loud.

Hiyola's hand was about to touch the door algae, but a new sentence came out of Violet's mouth and stopped her steps.

“You think I didn't know about your cheating when I signed up for this company, Hiyola?”

Finally what Hiyola was afraid of happened. He clenched both of his hands, and with a heavy sigh returned to find Violet.

“You threaten me, now?”

Violeta pressed her shoulders. “If in your ear sounds like that, then true.”

Hiyola grabbed her hair, frustrated. I don't know what other problems he has to face.

“Sit down and we'll start discussing it.”

Irritated, Hiyola finally sat down to obey Violeta's orders. He really is trapped. There is no way to run. He is already here.

“Piter,” Violetamstart opening negotiation session. Piter took out a few photos, then gave them to Hiyola.

With an expression of dislike, Hiyola took and how shocked she was, upon seeing the photo sheet that was all a picture of her self. Even the photo at his uncle's house was there. Hiyola felt like someone was following.

“What does all this mean?”

“We know you currently need money for your aunt's operation. Therefore we provide this offer.” Piter. Hand over a check with a nominal 200 million and placed on the table right in front of Hiyola.

“If you agree to marry a young master, then two hundred million of it will be yours.”

Hiyola's eyes widened. Even though he loves money, it does not mean he can be bought just like that.

“Why should I?” hiyola's voice was rising. There is no hope anymore.

“Because the name in your app is Kimberly.” Petra Sahut.

Since the beginning Hiyola did not want to use it, but because the word Miona, Kimberly's name is cool, Hiyola just according to it.

“What is no other option?” hiyola asked with a face.

“Nothing! If you refuse, you have to indemnify all the money that has been given by the company.” Piter reply, this time a little ketus make the guts of Hiyola increasingly shriveled.

“Optional is in your hands.” said Violeta putting a paper and pen on the table in front of Hiyola.

“After all you don't have to worry, this marriage will only run for a year, after that you can go.”

Hiyola. He did not know that this marriage would only last for a year. Come to think of it, he would not have possibly accumulated two hundred million in just a year. The money he collected for approximately 6 years was not even half their offer.

Hiyola frowned, seemingly thinking hard. For the first time he had a dilemma between money and self-esteem. Despite the love of money, Hiyola has never lowered her self-esteem.

Many times the offer to be a woman of the night came to him, but he always refused. Although slightly different, the meaning remains the same as selling yourself. But, if he accepted this offer, their lives would be fine. Miona can school well, her eating must be good too. The aunt can also be operated on, and she does not have to worry about the money. All their problems would be solved just by affixing his signature.

“Argh...” gerutu. Again and again, he had to sacrifice himself for the sake of others. Like it was already a taka da other choice. It's the only way to save Miona's life, Aunt Alya and herself.

While across the table, Violetasemakin gregets. He had to do his skill to get Hiyola. After all, Hiyola was not bad either. She is beautiful and her body is no less good than Kimberly. Wanting to speed up the negotiations, Violet with one quick move tried to fish in a paper-pulling manner, but apparently Hiyola had decided.

“All right I agree.” Hiyola's loud answer made Violetunggue a satisfied smile.

“Good. Right now, you're getting married.”

“What..?”

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