Love In November
Big Mistake
Heavy rain is something that Wira likes, he enjoys the rain behind the window glass of his house.
"Beautifully.." Mumbled Wira slowly.
The water that came down so fast never a second did the man take his eyes off.
The hero feels comfortable when it rains, it feels like he wants to play in the rain. But he hasn't done it since his parents left.
Nayla immediately entered the house of the hero. The garden of his house is quite spacious, Nayla was soaked because of the torrential rain that suddenly fell.
"How about it, I hope the clothes don't get wet." The girl who had a height of 165cm was a little nervous and scared.
He also pressed the doorbell of the Wira house. There are no servants in the house of the hero if it is night. All the servants will come in the morning and go home in the afternoon.
Ding..Dong...
Ding... Dong...
Before long Wira opened the door of her house, seeing the girl in front of her was soaked.
"Good night sir, sorry I'm late to deliver your order." Said Nayla who was slightly trembling from the cold.
"Hm"
"Here you order, again I apologize if it rains a little." Nayla remains honest and will take responsibility if the Hero gets angry.
The girl knew how expensive the clothes she was carrying were.
"If you know why wet in between?" Answer flat spirit.
Nayla lowered her head, she was a little afraid of facing the Hero. But she is a strong girl. He tried to get himself to clean up the matter.
"I'm sorry I almost got to your house, but the heavy rain just fell to make me rain."
"What are you here to wear?" The hero looks astonished.
"That's sir, I'm using a bike speda."
It was unexpected, because the class Manager at Boutique Jhon Richard who earned a high salary, using a motorbike in delivering his order.
"Give it to me!" Wira asks for her paperbag and opens it in front of Nayla.
There was still a layer of boxes protecting Wira's clothes, but when he opened the suit he ordered there was still wet.
"Gosh.." Nayla surprised.
"Once again I apologize Sir." Nayla said.
"When is this how?!" Ask the hero a little upset.
Duaaarrr...
"Yetoo...."
Nayla was surprised and reflexively hugged the Hero who was in front of her. The loud sound of lightning made the girl's heart shrink.
The man who was being hugged tightly at this moment was pecking back in annoyance. He was so upset that Nayla had a box of clothes that he was holding bounced into his yard. The clothes were immediately wet and dirty.
Deeeddaaaarrr....
Again a loud lightning sound must come and make Nayla embrace Wira more tightly.
"Let go!!" Pinta Wira with a quite cold and angry tone.
Nayla is forced to let go of her embrace and realizes that she has made big trouble.
"Sorry sir, I was reflexed for fear of lightning."
The next second the pretty girl's mouth gaped at the sight of the Wira's clothes already lying below. "Oh my God..." Nayla immediately took the clothes and spread them.
His eyes widened in disbelief, his clothes were wet and dirty. His knees were limp, the price of a suit that reached five hundred million was like nothing.
Who would have thought, Nayla even fainted and fell on the floor. He panicked because there was no one else but him.
"Hey..."
The man tried to wake Nayla, "Hey wake up..."
"Ck, just bother!!"
In the pouring rain, Wira carried the girl and carried her into the house. He put Nayla's body to sleep on the living room couch.
"Hey.." The hero patted slowly on Nayla's arm whose clothes were wet.
"It's really troublesome, what should I do?"
Wira is indeed no experience in this, in addition he is with the opposite sex. It certainly confuses himself. What else Wira also never close to women,
The man quickly enveloped Nayla with a thick blanket, and gave Nayla a therapeutic scent oil.
Moments later Nayla wakes up from her stupor. His head felt heavy and his body felt cold.
"Mmmm..."
The girl grimaced and held her temple. "You're sober?" The baritone's voice made Nayla realize that she was inside the house of Wira.
"Once again I'm sorry and will be in charge of your clothes sir." Nayla said with confidence.
"What kind of responsibility? I haven't even worn it yet, but you've ruined it." Answer the man coldly.
The hero sat before Nayla, his face so handsome but so cold.
"In any way I will be responsible, sir. I'll clean your clothes." Nayla tries to convince Wira to forgive her.
"No need, I'll call Jhon now!" Wira got up to call Jhon about this matter.
"Don't Master, I beg you.." Nayla holds the Wira's wrist and pleads.
It was the first time the hero was touched by a woman he did not know at all. "I will take responsibility and replace it. Please don't talk to Mr.Jhon" Pinta Nayla pleaded.
"Without him?"
"Yes, sir."
A calamity for Nayla because she said she would replace it. It was the same as Nayla getting herself killed slowly.
"Noah Nayla why do you have to say what you might be capable of anyway," Her inner self cursed her stupidity.
"With your money?" Tanya Wira with a cold as a refrigerator.
"Yes, sir."
"I will accept your responsibility, send the money right now to my account." Tell the hero at that time.
"But Sir,,,"
"All right, let's just say you can't replace it, now you can go!" Lazy women when it comes to arguing with women.
"Then what about your clothes sir, I'll try to clean them." Nayla still provides the best solution.
"No, I'm not going to wear those clothes again, you just bring them back!"
"Let me clean these clothes sir, I'll wash them clean until new again." Please Nayla expectantly.
The hero sighed for a moment, despite being notoriously cold. He doesn't want to be rude to women.
"No need, you can go!" Pinta Wira slowly.
He then left Nayla who was still standing there.
The hero did not want to make this rainy moment into chaos. He went into the room and calmed himself who was missing his family.
"O Lord Nayla, how is this? You've made a terrible mistake, this time you're definitely not going to be forgiven by Mr.Jhon." Nayla was crying.
Nayla brought out the wet clothes with her.
The next day was still very early in the morning Nayla woke up from her sleep, suddenly there was a suit owned by Wira hanging in her room.
"It's right, how can this be clean again like new?" Nayla couldn't even believe it, she rubbed her eyes together.
"Nay, are you awake?" Luna went into Nayla's room.
"Mother, what happened to these clothes?" Nayla still doesn't believe this.
"Oh this, last night you came home soaked, and I kept seeing this shirt on the bench. Just wash and dry. I also have it ironed."
"Who's this Nay's got?" Ask Luna curiously.
"Let's... I thank you, yes," Nayla hugged her mother very happily. "Mother is Nay's angel." The girl kissed Luna's cheek.
"If so Nayla wants to get ready and directly transfer this shirt to the one that belongs to Mom." Nayla rushed to take a bath, Luna still looked at her son's puzzling behavior.
"Hopefully nothing happened to Nayla." Luna's prayers always accompany her daughter.
In a hurry Nayla drove her motorcycle sped to the Wira house.
Just now that the girl wanted to press the bell of her house, Wira had already opened the door that was about to leave for the office.
"You?" Hero surprised.
"Good morning, sir." Greet Nayla with a sweet and friendly smile.
"What else do you want here?"
"Of course I would like to bring you Mr.'s shirt yesterday. You can check it first" said Nayla full of smiles giving the black bag to Wira.
Without warning, Wira herself opened the bag and took out her clothes. You can see there was nothing dirty on the clothes.
His clothes were quite fragrant, and nothing was broken.
"Is this really last night's clothes?"
"Master can definitely tell which is the original item and KW, of course I brought the clothes Mr. ordered yesterday." The girl spoke as if she was mocking Wira.
"Of course, I'm leaving." The woman carried the bag of clothes into her car.
"Well, be careful on your way, sir, have a nice day." Nayla said happily.
After Wira's car came out, Nayla was able to breathe a sigh of relief. "Huh, finally this problem can be overcome. It's all thanks to Mom, I hope she doesn't complain to Mr.Jhon." Please Nayla so that Jhon does not know the accident he made.