My babysitter Maduku
Chapter 119

"Yes, God! I really can't afford to work in that boutique, Arini. If there was any other work, then I would have chosen to resign rather than have to work in that place," Suci lamented while taking a rough breath.

He dropped himself on the front room sofa in Arini's contract with a face that looked sullen.

"What's the matter, Ci? Is there a problem in the shop?" ask Arini wonder.

"Yes, all the problems are in Tia. The woman was really annoying, not the same as Mrs Arniz who humble to all her employees. We are treated like dairy cows, no this, no it, it must be this way, it must be so, my goodness!" holy Complaints.

"Patience, Ci." Arini patted the Holy shoulder softly.

"Eh, Arina. By the way, where do you want to find work?" ask the Saints later.

"Said Mr. Malik I don't need to find a job for now. Yeah, you know for yourself, our wedding is only a few days away. Besides, Mr. Malik plans to open a new store and says I will work there to help him" Arini said.

"Cieee .. who will soon be Madame Malik Abraham. Where is the story of you being an employee at your husband's own store, Arini? You will be the Bu Owner there. Uh, if that's true, then may I apply for a job at your husband's shop. Yes, please! Whatever, what is important is work. Instead of working in a boutique it makes eating liver every day" said Suci.

Arini chuckled softly hearing the Holy Word just now. "Yes too, yeah! Where there is a history of the wife being an employee in the store owned by her own husband. Crazy about the husband! But, if Mr. Malik really builds the store, I will definitely tell him that you need a job there. Yes, itung-itung to accompany me, yes 'kan," said Arini.

"Pwg!"

Ting!

"Eh, one minute!"

A message notification came into Arini's phone. Arini immediately opened the message and he was so surprised after knowing what it contained.

"Yes, God! Whose transfer from this? So many times," muttered Arini with round eyes.

Arini showed her mobile phone screen to Saints and Saints were no less surprised as Arini just now.

"Yes, God! Transfer to my account number dong, Rin. A little bit, the end of which is also possible," he chirped.

[Arini, I just transferred some money to your account number. Use the money to do the treatment or whatever you need to welcome our wedding day.]

"God! Mr. Malik," muttered Arini while covering his mouth.

"What, anyway?" The curious saint, took a peek at Arini's mobile screen.

"Cieee .. so lucky for you, Arini. I'm envious."

"I didn't expect Mr. Malik to think about it to that much detail, Ci. Though I had already prepared the money to do the treatment in the salon before our wedding day. But it turns out he thought about it too."

"Shut up, Arini! I want to pray first. Will you take it hard, yes!"

"Praying? What prayer?" Arini wonder.

"Hush, shut up! Just listen to my prayer."

"Alright," answered Arini. Although he did not understand, he complied.

"Yes, God! Give the same servant as Lord Malik, who is rich and so understanding, Aamiin!

"Aaminn, uh!" Arini patted the Holy shoulder softly. "Don't Mr. Malik either, huh. It's enough to have honey and I don't want to have it anymore" said Arini with a sour face.

"Ish, same, Arini! Same, doesn't mean I want Mr. Malik. Anyway, maybe Mr. Malik would like me. I am the ex-wife of the man who killed his late wife" said the Holy One.

"Oh yeah, really, yeah! Instead of us discussing this matter, mending you accompany me to the salon to spend Mr. Malik's money first, how?"

"Come on! Who is afraid," replied the Holy One enthusiastically.

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