I'M A STATUE FOR YOU
PROMOTION OF NOVELS

Title MR.Arrogant

My name is Nadine Sakhi Albiru, people used to call me Nadine. I live in East Java, Bangil city. Close to Sidogiri boarding school.

I want to wander to Jakarta armed with a scholarship that I got to get an education at xxx university, Jakarta. I hope someday we can improve the family economy.

In Jakarta I will live with my aunt, at the home of her employer named Mr. Iqbal. I'm so lucky my good-natured aunt's employer allowed me to stay at her house. May he double his reward.

"Jakarta, I am coming...." Just got off the bus terminal. Stand by the roadside.

"Zleejeeep....."

"Jambreeeett.... Jambreeet.... Jambreeett..." Ah shit, just a few steps out of the bus terminal I've been snapped, two men in a piggyback riding a motorcycle snatched the bag perched on my shoulder.

My shout was unable to return the bag containing HP and all my money. My stuff's missing, lucky the important files are still saved in my backpack.

"Huh, huh, huh...." My breath, still gnawing after chasing the snatcher.

"Damn, shit, shit..."

I stared at the old tin can that was helplessly lying on the paved road. I kicked with all my might to vent the emotions that were rolling in my heart.

"Braaaaaforu..." Oh shit I doubled, my can kick hit the head of the road driver until his car hit the wall.

The driver scolded me, and asked me for compensation. Shit I'm not responsible, not 1 hour set foot in Jakarta, I've been in debt 10 million due to the incident of canned kick.

"Sister, what is it?..." The driver looked back. As he let my guard down, I ran away in a lightning-fast daze. Where I have that kind of money. I'll definitely make up for the loss but not so fast. What else he threatened to put me in jail, yes just run away because I don't want to be in prison.

After a long struggle, I just arrived safely at my aunt's employer's house at night.

***

The next day Bi Ijah told me to deliver coffee to the living room to give to Mr. Iqbal's personal assistant, his name was Zain.

I'm appalled....It turns out that sitting on the living room sofa is the driver of the car that hit the wall until it ringsek because of the incident of kicking a can. She was my aunt's personal assistant and employer's driver. I immediately went to the room to pick up the mask. Then I returned to the living room to serve hot tea in front of him with trembling hands.

"Thank you." Her speech. But I didn't answer. After that I turned around. Just as my foot was stepping, he had already taken out his fangs.

"Can't you talk?.." her words were firm, making me aghast.

"Can Sir." My solute.

"Can you be polite! Is this how you talk to people?..."

"Huuuufffhhh, that's so chatty." I grumbled in my heart.

"Sorry sir, I can talk." I said after turning around. He looked at me with a sharp look.

"Then why not answer my words."

"Sorry I'm having thrush." Sergeahku fast.

"I think I've seen you!!..." He looked at me intensely.

I started to get nervous as he started to approach me.

"Open your mask." Slothfully.

"Deg..." I'm nervous "Uhuuukkk Uhuuukkk Uhuuukkk Uhuuukkk, I Flu, afraid you're infected."

"Go away..."He grimaced in disgust.

Ah, congratulations....I'll leave soon too.

***

The next day I came out of Mr. Iqbal's house, about to go to my new campus to follow OSEK. My steps stopped next to the luxury car.

I look in the dark window of the car. Self-mutating, smoothing the powder on the face and tidying the hair pigtails that are tied on both sides Like a Kindergarten with a red color band wrapped around the hair in pigtails.

"Sreeeeett...." Suddenly the car window opened, I was flabbergasted, surprised to find that Zain was staring at me sharply from inside the car.

I ran quickly to escape but I fell.

I saw Brother Zain get out of the car approaching me. I was about to run away but Zain's sister was hunting my hair. Make my steps stop.

"You run away again?...."

"I didn't run away, brother...."

"Not run away but run away, it's the same."

"I'm not going to run away, brother, I'm just shocked, shocked and confused. I won't run away, I'll take responsibility. My hair my brother. I need to get to college soon. Later I can be late and in the law.''

I was so nervous, I was afraid he was going to put me in jail like he was threatening me.

Brother Zain dragged me and put me in the car. Brother Zain immediately entered the car and quickly locked the door of the car. Makes me unable to escape again.

I tried to open the car door but it couldn't open, leaving me in a state of fear.

"Why not?..."

"Where's your bag." Brother Zain looted my bag.

"What do you do, brother?...."

"Make a guarantee that you won't run away again." He also searched my bag.

"Don't brother" We fought each other over my bag, Zain continued to search the contents of my bag.

"SILENT, satisfied..." My face was met with red as Brother Zain held and took out my sanitary pad. He threw the pads in my face, making me even more embarrassed.

He took my wallet, in it there was only Rp.20,000, it was also a gift from Bi Ijah.

"Now, what is your responsibility to me." He looked at me sharply.

"I'll try to make some money, but not now. I don't have any money."

"I confiscated your ID until you could pay off your debt." He unlocked the car door. "Now come out."

"Nyebelin, now play ngusir as good as he can." I grumbled in annoyance.

"What are you talking about?..."

"I said big brother was kind."

"It's getting out quick."

I tried to open the door but it couldn't open as if it was jammed. He tried to help open the door that was indeed jammed, to make our distance so close, making me close my eyes and hold my breath as his fragrant scent barged into my sense of smell. What an intoxicating scent.

"Well, what are you two doing?..." When the door was opened, Rani was standing next to Mr. Iqbal. They were both surprised to see our position so close. My reflex pushed Zain's leg until his ribs hit the front of the car.

"Fuck you." Brother Zain yelled at me because he was in pain.

"Sister don't steal dong's chance." Ketusku who is no less upset, unfortunately he even touched my forehead.

"Aaakkkkhhhhh sick sister." I whined while rubbing his forehead. But Zain doesn't care.

"Zayn." Mr. Iqbal looked at Mr. Zain sharply, for he disliked being rude to me because I was Bi Ijah ART's nephew who was respected by Mr. Iqbal, for devoting his life to him for so long.

"Sorry Sir." Said brother Zain.

I got out of the car with a grumbling face.

"Hey, where are you going?... Mending went with us to his college. The road is in line with my husband's office." Brother Rani, the wife of lord Iqbal held my hand. Sister, Rani is so kind, she even told me to call her brother and not Madam.

"No, I'm just riding an angkot."

"Later late if you ride an angkot, what time is it?..."

"Let's go in, here's an order." Said Mr. Iqbal whose every speech could not be denied.

"Yes, sir." I also obey.

"Zain, what are you doing with people's children until their hair falls apart?..." Said Rani to Zain. Rani is kind, always attentive to me.

"My hair is on the top of her brother's breast." My heart, Brother Zain just breathed an upset breath.

"Heh, Zain don't like to be violent with people's children."

I went to college in my employer's luxury car.