I'm taking back mine
Deal

The Emperor leisurely walked around the middle to lower housing complex. The emperor looked for a house close to where the mothers would live to work with his brother.

"This is his house, hopefully the price matches the price of Nabila," murmured the Emperor then recorded the telephone number displayed in front of the house he saw.

Tuth tuut

{Hallo, assalmualaikum, Sar.}

^^^{Waalaikumsalam, mbak. Busy no?}^^^

{Not so busy. Why?}

^^^{This mbak, Isar nemu home sold.}^^^

{Where is the location, Sar?}

^^^{In the middle, mbak. Between home offices same home citizens.}^^^

{So a kind of housing yes, Sar?}

^^^{Iya, Ma'am. The place is very strategic kok.}^^^

{Try to send a picture, mbak want to see.}

^^^{Bentar, mbak.}^^^

The emperor took a picture of the house in question and sent it through the application with the logo W.

^^^{Udah Emperor send, mbak.}^^^

{Mbak see first, you stay there.}

^^^{Iya, mbak.}^^^

^^^{Gimana, mbak?}^^^

{Try your phone to the owner, Sar. You see first in it, you keep asking the price,} pinta Nabila.

^^^{Good, mbak. The Emperor will directly call his number.}^^^

{So. Close first, assalamualaikum.}

^^^{Waalaikumssalam.}^^^

After the call was interrupted, the Emperor chose to seek shelter from the scorching sun.

"To the security guard post, all the same as the security guard," the Emperor muttered as he headed to the security guard post, "Excuse me, sir," he said.

"Yes, Mas. Can I help you?"

"I'm taking a short break, sir. Can."

"Byeah, Mas. Please sit down."

"Thank you, sir."

"Where is this from? And where are you going?"

"I was looking for a house to sell, sir."

"Concidentally, Sir. In this house there is a house for sale."

"Yes, Sir. I finished from there, the owner's number is also recorded," said the Emperor smiling.

"Ooo thank God, Mas. Mas can contact now while waiting here, if the owner has time to visit here.}

"Yes, Sir. This will I contact.}

The Emperor searched for the number that was saved earlier.

{Iya, Hello. Assalamualaikum,} greetings someone when a phone call is connected.

^^^{Hallo, waalaikumssalam.}^^^

{Sorry, who is this?}

^^^{I'm the Emperor, Sir. I contacted the father to inquire about the house that wants to be sold,} replied the Emperor kindly.^^^

{Oo, yes it is true that my house is on sale. So how, mas?}

^^^{I'm looking for a home, father. But before that I want to see first what the conditions in it are like! What can?}^^^

{Can, Mas. When would you like to see it?} ask the owner enthusiastically.

^^^{If you can now, sir? Coincidentally this my fate is in housing.}^^^

{Alright, Mas. I'll be there soon.}

^^^{Then, I wait for you at the guard post.}^^^

"Good, Mas. I'll be sliding soon, Assalamualaikum.}

^^^{Waalaikumssalam.}^^^

The emperor put his phone in his pants pocket.

"How, Mas?" ask Mr. Sattam.

"Thank God the owner immediately rolled here, sir." replied the Emperor kindly.

"Alhamdulillah, may the soul mate with the house."

"Aamiin..."

The Emperor and Satpam chatted while waiting for the arrival of the house owner. 20 minutes later came a man the same age as Ros's mother.

"Assalamualaikum, with the Emperor?" ask the man.

"Vaalaikumsalam. Yes, Sir. I'm Emperor. Mr?"

"I'm Herman, the owner of the house that Mas Emperor called."

The emperor stared at the security guard asking through the view.

"Yes right, Emperor. Mr. Herman is the owner of the house that Mas intended," said Mr. Satpam.

"Ohia, sir," the Emperor smiled.

"Let's go home, Mas. Mas Kasiar can see it directly," asked Herman.

The emperor followed Herman's footsteps toward the house he would see before deciding to buy it.

Cclek

"Please come in, Mom!"

The emperor smiled and went into the house.

"The house has 2 rooms, Mas. This is how things are not so broad, but God willing nyamn to live."

"I'm sorry, if I may... Why did Mr. Herman sell this house?"

"I'm moving out of town, Mum. Because my son was also involved.fearing that his house was even damaged because no one occupied, so mending sold only."

"About what price to sell the house?"

"I put a price of 150jt, but it can still be in the country, Mas," said Herman quickly.

Ting!

Entrance message at the Emperor's phone.

The emperor picked up his phone in a bag of pants and opened the message.

"From mbak Nabila!" mummified Emperor.

Fill in message :

[Where, Sar? Have you met the owner of the house?]

^^^[Already, mbak. This Emperor again the same Mr. Herman see-liat his home. The house is nice, mbak. Not too big not too small, fit to be used as a warehouse and place of production,] replied the Emperor.^^^

[Dijuala at what price, Sar?]

^^^[150jt, Ma'am. It can also be in Nego.]^^^

[You bargain 125jt, if you want. Take aja.]

^^^[Good, mbak. The emperor asked.]^^^

The Emperor looked at Herman and smiled, "I think I'm interested in this house, sir," said the Emperor.

Herman was excited to hear the Emperor's words.

"Alhamdulillah... How, Mas?"

"If I buy at 125h, what, sir?"

"Byeah, Mas. It was already very high," replied Herman enthusiastically.

"So deal huh, sir?"

"Deal, Mum."

"I'll pay the dp first, after all the files are fresh I'll pay it off."

"Yes, Mas. I'll take care of it as much as possible."

"Then I ask for his r3kening nom0r, Mr. Herman."

"Ooh it, Mas. I sent it through a message," replied Herman.

Ting!

Incoming messages.

The Emperor saw the name of the sender turned out to be the man in front of him, "Have entered, sir. Wait a minute, sir?"

"Yes, Mum."

The emperor forwarded the message sent by Herman to his brother.

^^^[Mbak, this is no. Rek her Mr. Herman, she agreed with the price of 125jt. We pay the dp first.]^^^

[Okay, transfer now.]

The emperor waited for a moment.

Ting!

[This is proof of transfer, you can give the evidence to Mr. Herman.]

^^^[Okay, mbak.]^^^

"Sir? My brother has transferred the money, and this is proof, Mr. Herman can also check in m-bank*ng," said the Emperor while showing the evidence sent by Nabila.

"Attent, Mas. I'll see first." Herman opened his m-bank*ng, "Oh it, it's in, Mas. Sender over Nabila Maharani?"

"Yes, Sir. That's my brother's name" replied the Emperor.

"Alright, Mas. Coming home from here I'll take care of the papers soon."

"Yes, Sir. I hope to be done soon."

"Yes, Mas. I'll try."

"alright, Sir. Then I'll go home first, sir. Because I still have other business after this," said the Emperor.

"Yes, Mas. Please."

The emperor left the house that would soon belong to his brother.

***

At the office where Nabila works. Nabila a little relaxed, so he could take the time to reply to the Emperor's message.

"Alhamdulillah, the business of the house and the tailor is done. Hope everything goes well" muttered Nabila.

"Color fad in spare time turned out to be a result of the effort, heheh.." muttered Nabila chuckled.

"Clara where are you? Tumben clock as soon as not entered my room," muttered Nabila glanced at the clock.

Nabila stood up, "I followed her room, sometimes I go there." she smiled.

Nabila walk casually to the elevator special company officials. He also gained access to use the elevator because of his position as CEO secretary.