Forced to Marry Mr. Tajir
Guests are not invited
The door is knocked back by someone without saying hello or excuse me. Inevitably, one of them had to get up to open the door. At that moment, Rania opened the door.
Rania was surprised to see who was coming. It turns out that the perpetrators who began typing the door of the house were beggars consisting of 9 people. For some reason and out of nowhere they suddenly appeared to the simplest of the many houses there.
What's the matter? Yes, I know for sure a beggar would ask for a donation. But why do most people like to bawuran kayak gini.
Rania smiles to welcome them to her home.
"Sorry sir, ma'am, what's going on here in droves?"
"We came here to ask for a donation from the lady" one of them replied.
Me? Why me? Why don't they come to a more luxurious house than this house.
"Oh sir, ma'am, y'all, I'm sorry. If you are this many, I do not exist either. You can see my house!" rania answered them all.
"He said he was a rich man, but he gave donations to beggars could not afford."
"Don't he just pretend to marry the same person he said tajir"
"Heh, where it is possible that the rich will marry the poor like them"
"Then in high altitude, tar if you have fallen know the taste of him"
The conversation came from a group of gossiping mothers who whispered-whispers just keep people working. But Rania could still hear clearly their conversation. Plus their cynical eyes that were deliberately floated towards Rania had become clear evidence that they were talking about Rania.
Patience Rania, patience. Inget! You will harvest dates that are sweet, while they harvest bitter karma.
"Miss, help us, we haven't eaten in 2 hours!" said one of them again.
Waduh, just 2 hours already moaning. Especially 2 days. Haduh, you are still in good health, dear body if only used for begging that is not how much, mending just work.
"Yes, miss. Pity us!" add them again.
"Yes, yeah. Sir, ma'am, but I'm just a little bit okay"
"It's okay, miss, fifty thousand people are also grateful" replied one of them quickly.
Haduh, is this begging or what the hell? Force again.
"Well, wait a minute!"
Rania went back inside and picked up the sling bag she had accidentally put on her seat earlier.
"Who's coming, Rania?" tanya bu Sari saw Rania again taking a sling bag.
"Yes, who the hell? How did you not get in?" connect Nadira.
"Pro beggar" Rania replied as she glared back to the door.
Bu Sari and Nadira just face to face do not understand what Rania said just now. Then shrug each other's shoulders to let them know they don't know and don't understand.
Rania opened her sling bag and gave them fifty thousand dollars each. After they all received the donation money, they simultaneously expressed their utmost gratitude and left without saying any more greetings or excuses.
Huh, you beggar so-called times are they.
When Rania was about to go back inside, Rania again heard the gibbons of a bunch of gossip mums and gibbons.
"Company yea, give beggars until fifty thousand all"
"Poor is poor at times, do not be rich at all. It's hard to make life difficult"
"Huh elementary, ninggalin clear school for the sake of mengejalanin life by pretending to be unclean"
"Don't you also, actually he just work and be a babu aja at the house of the person who tajir, he will not have the cost for his school exam later that is quite big"
"Yes, yes, it could be"
"Haha"
Rania decided to just go back inside and close the door tightly so that their gibbah talks would not come inside. She was afraid of her mother and sister until she heard the talk of those mothers who were still continuing to digegibahin herself.
Not wrong, but still wrong. Yes, that man will have no truth in the eyes of man anymore. What he does is always wrong in the eyes of others. My God, why is this trial growing. I'm sure, one day I'll harvest this patient date.
Rania again sat between her mother and brother with a limp body, her gaze blank. Her mother and sister looked at Rania in surprise.
"Rania, why you, baby? How come lemes is that?" bu Sari tried to ask the condition of her son, her hand stroked the base to the tip of Rania's hair.
"I'm fine, ma'am!" again Rania covered her sadness.
Sorry, mum. Rania has to lie. Rania doesn't want to make mom sad. Rania doesn't want me to be sick anymore when she hears about this. Rania just wants to be healthy and happy. It has become Rania's strength to face Rania's suffering at this time.
Suddenly, the door was knocked back by someone without saying hello or excuse me. Rania got up and opened the door again.
"Don't ask for a donation to the house i.." Rania hasn't had time to finish her sentence, but suddenly stopped when she was more surprised by the person who came at this time.
Two men were tall and both were wearing black suits. The person standing in front of him opened the sunglasses he was wearing, and hung them in front of his chest.
Two people who are no longer strangers to him. Two people you can guess who he is? Yeah, who else if not Bagas and Frans' secretary. Rania again saw a group of mothers and gibbons gossip and talk about it again.
"Waw, who is he?"
"Why can such a handsome and cool man come to the house of that pestle girl?"
"He must be just the one who wants the address"
"Or don't they're both loan sharks"
"There's probably a rentier who's as handsome as that"
"I chose that one!"
"I chose the back"
Rania shook her head to see the behavior of the underworked mothers. While Bagas glanced at the mothers at a glance and gave a trivial smile to all of them.
"Please come in, sir! Please enter secretary Frans!" Rania immediately invited them to enter to be free from the gibahan of the underworked mothers. When Bagas and Frans' secretary came in, Rania heard the babbling of the mothers again, and she shut her door tightly.
Ah, you mother-mother-mom. Gibah continues his work. Itching his mouth if not used to talk to people.
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