Forced to Marry Mr. Tajir
Misconnected

This afternoon, Frans' secretary invited Nadira to lunch at a regular place not far from the Briliant Group building. They were eating each of the tasty foods he ordered a few minutes ago.

"You want to go again? Let me order one more plate of rice?" frans' secretary bargains when Nadira scoops her last bribe.

"No, secretary Frans!" reject Nadira politely.

"Here, no need to hesitate! If you're still hungry, I'll have another message for you" secretary Frans said. Nadira prevented Frans' secretary from raising her hand to order more food.

"No, secretary Frans! I was really full" said Nadira immediately lowered a hand as a line of Frans. Secretary Frans looked at the hand of Nadira who was still holding his hand.

"Hem.." Frans' secretary smiled faintly, and Nadira began to notice. Immediately he pulled back the hand that touched Frans' secretary.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to.."

"It's okay!" cut off Frans' secretary, "after all I'll ask the waiter to make me a drink. Look, my drink is over!" frans said as he lifted an empty glass before him.

"Oh" replied Nadira blushing.

I think he'll force me to eat more. Apparently not, hehe. Honestly, though, anyway. I'm still hungry. The portion of the meal at the restaurant is very little, very different from the same in the warteg. Satisfied food, price fitting.

An object vibrated from behind the pocket of the black suit that Frans' secretary wore. He immediately took the thing from there. A notification of incoming messages, and the name of the master there. It can be ascertained that it is a message from Bagas, his master.

Secretary Frans immediately opened a message that read:

How, did you find a house at my request?

After reading that, Frans' secretary immediately played her finger and typed something on her phone screen.

Not yet, mister. I will try to find it again according to your request.

Two checks turned blue, meaning Bagas had read a reply from Frans' secretary. But there Bagas directly offline, apparently he will not reply to messages from Frans' secretary. He put his phone back in his pocket as before.

"Then, you should return to the Briliant Group immediately! I still have other business" said secretary Frans.

"Good." Nadira nodded in understanding. He immediately picked up his bag that had been lying on the table since then, and stood up from his seat.

"Eh, where are you going?" secretary Frans asked to prevent Nadira from leaving.

Uh, instead of you saying I have to go back to the Briliant Group, why is it still. Fuck up!

"I have to go back" he replied, staring at the bewildered Frans.

"Yes, but I'll drop you off before I finally go on another business. Play just goes away and I want to stay. It's not polite that's his name!" peekik sekreatris Frans. Nadira sat down.

Oh, take you. By the way, dong from earlier. But usually, don't be angry. I'm going to laugh. Uh, that means crying. Lebai kali, ah.

"Yes, sorry!"

"Next time, don't repeat!" abugn. Nadira nodded.

"Mbak, ask for the bill!" Secretary Frans raised his hand to call a servant not far from there.

"Good, sir. Waita minute!" answer the waiter.

Not long after, the waiter returned with a billing bill. Secretary Frans immediately reached into his pocket and paid the bill. After that he left from there. A waiter brought a drink in the tray, and walked up to the table that had been sat by Frans and Nadira's secretary. He looked to the right and to the left, to the front and to the back to find someone.

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Secretary Frans kept looking for a home for his master. It should be at the request of its master, who is not too big and not too small. The precarious should be in the middle of the distance between the house of the father and his father-in-law.

He pulled his car over at the housing complex when he saw a white paper on the front gate of the house that read:

This house is for sale

Interest, contact the number below:

082xxx

Secretary Frans immediately got out of the car and stood in front of the paper. He immediately picked up his phone and dialed the number listed there. He put his phone near his ear

"Hallo, am I talking to the owner of the house with the phone number you have?" ask the secretary Frans when the connection has been connected to the person he called.

"Yes hello, um. Take it easy, om! Orderan is still quiet, really. So, what hotel would you like to book me at, huh? Guaranteed to be satisfied and addicted. I'm ready to serve om with my agility!" answer a girl from across the street.

"Who are you, huh?" secretary Frans was confused.

"I should have asked! What name, huh? Let me take notes and set the time. It's a little bit expensive, don't worry! I'll make sure you're satisfied, huh. Size problem, I max om. And the duration issue need not be asked again! So what, om?" answer the girl behind the phone. Secretary Frans shuddered to himself. He looked at his phone screen. It turns out that the phone number he recorded was the wrong end number. It should be six eight, it's six nine.

Secretary Frans immediately ran small to get to the car, he also did not forget to re-insert his phone into his pocket. He shuddered to himself as he recalled the words of the girl he was talking to on the phone. Before we finally get out of there.

The tajir residence.

Arsilla walked while whistling a little, he saw Rania sitting on the sofa in the middle of the palace house, while reading a magazine. Accompanied by a glass of iced orange on the table that he had already drunk half. Fruits accompanied him there.

He approached and sat down next to him.

"Hey, sister-in-law!" greeting Arsilla meraya dropped her body onto the sofa a little rough, so that made Rania's body shaken.

"Eh, sister-in-law," Rania replied as she turned her head and gave a smile.

"Why so?" arsilla asked, he grabbed the apple on the table and bit it.

"Here, I'm looking at the pictures of the house. Everything's great. The plan is also me and Bagas want to move house, father has also given us permission," replied Rania with enthusiasm to tell.

"What's? Moving home?" Arsilla looked surprised and in disbelief.

"Yes. What's the matter, brother?" Rania looked at Arsilla questioningly.

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