How To Love You
Natasha Princess

...Note: This is the first book I have reviewed. So forgive if the preparation of words and language is ambiguous because the author is still an amateur writer....

...Oh yes, this story does not fall into the category of CEO who is very in demand and much loved by mothers. So you will not find a sultan with unlimited wealth in this story, ya😁...

... The story revolves around the love journey of a village girl who is pursued by two handsome men at once.😎...

...At first the author wrote this story (approximately 1 and a half years ago) because the author wanted to write the author's love journey story a few years ago before meeting husband🙈 But somehow getting here the story more and more deviated😅😂🤭 But anyway the outline is similar 🤣🤭 ...

...Curious about the author's story, uh🙊 Tasya's love story with Hendra and Fathur, please scrool down ya guys😉😁...

...🌹🌹🌹Happy Reading🌹🌹🌹...

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My name is Natasha Princess, I am 20 years old. Currently I work in a printing shop in my village, which is the Mentari Shop located in Tadanpili village.

The printing shop where I worked was not far from my house, only about 1 kilo meter away. To get there I only need a few minutes using my favorite red Foni brand matic scooter .

Even though I live in the village, but the printing shop where I work is always crowded every day. That is because it is very strategic, which is right next to the State Junior High School 1 Sabangpiri and SDN 54 Tadanpili, plus it is also very close to the Tadanpili Village Office. So the shop belonging to Mr. Grace where I work is never empty of visitors, even on holidays. To the extent that me and my coworker named Dewi have to take turns taking vacation rations every week. We cannot take holidays at the same time.

The watch in my hand had just pointed at the 06:00 mark in a few seconds, but I had already driven my bike to work. Yes, this is my everyday life. I have to go to the store early in the morning because usually before half 7 am there are many school children who come to buy their learning equipment this and that.

The printing shop where I work sells various kinds of ATK, serving photo copy, print, scan, laminating, invitation printing, and so on.

Oh yes, as I said earlier, the distance between my residence and the store is very close. So it didn't take long for me to get there. It only takes a few minutes, it does not take up to 5 minutes because the road is very smooth. So there's no obstacle at all.

When I parked my bike right in front of the store, I saw Mr. Grace the shop owner had already finished opening the door wide. So I can go straight in without having to sit in wait at the store.

"Assalamu'alaykum, sir," I said to my boss.

"Wa'alaykum salam" said Rahmat.

"The goddess hasn't come yet, sir?" I walk into the store.

"No, not yet" he answered briefly.

Mr. Grace and his wife have been good friends with my father and mother since they were young. Hence, I was able to easily enter work in this store after I graduated at SMK one year ago.

At my age who should have been in college like children my age in general, forced me to work for a living. I worked to earn money for myself, not to support my family because my father was still able to work to earn a living for his wife and children.

Looking at my family's economy, when I graduated from school, I decided not to enroll in university. Although I really want to do it, but I must not be selfish, my two sisters are much more in need of school fees than I am. Suffice the cost of their school both borne by my parents at this time.

I have to work for money, then save it for my tuition for at most 1 year in the future, because at this time the savings in my account are good enough.

To be honest I really wanted to get a college degree because I wanted to find a better job with a higher salary. I want so much to make my family happy, especially my father and mother who have raised me lovingly since I was born into the world until this very moment. Even when I was still in my mother's stomach they were already loving and taking good care of me.

Back to my work at work. When I was cleaning in the store, my best friend and coworker, Dewi, finally came. The goddess was my age and she was my old classmate when we both sat on the Junior High School bench.  Unfortunately when we graduated Junior High, we had different options. I decided to study at SMK Negeri 1 Sabangpiri and majored in TKJ (Network Computer Engineering), while Dewi chose to attend High School N 1 Sabangpiri and majored in IPS (Social Science).

Based on our majors, in the store, we divide our respective assignments. Goddess in the sales department serves the buyers while I in the typing, print, photo copy, laminating, and so on. Anyway in the printing department, struggling with various machines related to my task.

"Tumben you're in between, Wi? Where's your bike going?" ask the Goddess. I saw him being ushered in by a middle-aged man who was none other than his father.

"Motor me again in the workshop. Just when I was coming here, uh suddenly the tires deflated. I had to be taken with my father."

"Oh, that's it."

Seeing me cleaning the shop, the girl who was in the same hijab as me did not stay still, she immediately took the duster and cleaned the glass window cabinet from the dust attached, he said, as well as other impurities that may be there until the closet where the goods sold are really clean.

A few moments later.

After our cleaning work was done, we sat together behind a storefront cabinet while chatting. Coincidentally this morning my work was not much, so I helped Goddess in the sales section.

While we were busy serving shoppers consisting of several Junior High School children and several SD children, suddenly a black M-Nax motorbike stopped right in front of the store. The young motorcycle owner parked his motorcycle right next to my favorite motorcycle.

Seeing the arrival of the young man, the Goddess who was standing right beside me also gently nudged my arm using her elbow.

"Ehm, um." The goddess deliberately cleared her throat to tease me.

I'm clucking. "Ck, what the hell, Wi?"

I immediately turned my body around, pretending to be looking for something. I'm actually not looking for anything. I just don't want to make face-to-face with that guy. Yes, he, the person who had just come was, complete with a typical black and white uniform of honorary servants.

Tap tap tap.

The more clearly I listened to that person's footsteps, the more I bent my body. I pretended to be looking for something on the bottom shelf of the store closet.