My employer, my husband
Chapter 3

"Get in my car, I'll drive you to the hospital!" danish panicked.

"No, Sir! I'm okay, see this? I'm fine" Nazia said, trying to convince Danish.

"But .." continued Zia, The girl turned to her beloved bicycle. His face was suddenly gloomy because the only bicycle, now shaped like nothing.

Danish and Pak Ahmad understood what Nazia meant. The girl wanted compensation but did not dare to speak to them.

"You take it easy, I'll replace it" said Danish as he grabbed his wallet and intended to take cash to change the girl's bike.

However, Danish forgot that all of his cash had been handed over to Nazia this morning. Danish endured the embarrassment when opened it turned out that his empty wallet was just full of various cards. He scratched his non-itchy head then smiled wryly at the girl.

"Ehm, we should go to the hospital first. And as for your bike, I will definitely change tonight. I promise," said Danish as she stared at the girl's shady face in front of her.

Nazia nodded her head. He believed that the handsome man in the black suit would not lie to him.

"Come!"

Just as Danish wanted to lead the girl into her car, Nazia turned back and looked at her bike. "But, what about my bike?" Nazia pointed at her unfortunate bicycle that was now lying paved.

"Later Mr. Ahmad will take care of it. Yes, didn't Mr Ahmad?!"

"Yes" said Mr. Ahmad.

Mr. Ahmad secured Nazia's bicycle which is now out of shape to the side of the road. After securing the girl's bike, Mr. Ahmad returned to his car,

"Well, it's done, right?!" Danish.

"Ehm, Sir. You better not take me to the hospital. Enough at the Clinic near my house, after all I only have a small wound, sir." said Rania.

Danish noticed the sweet girl sitting next to him and after considering everything, Danish agreed to the girl's wish.

"All right then,"

. . .

An hour later,

"Thank you, Mister. I'm here, because my house is close," said Zia after finishing treatment at the Clinic which is located not far from her home.

"Ehm, fine then. Excuse me first and about your bike, my men will be delivering it to your house soon."

After saying goodbye, the car driven by Mr. Ahmad also rolled into the highway, towards the residence of the Master.

After Danish's death, Nazia stepped foot into her home. The simple house he lived in with his aunt.

Tok ... tok ...

"Bi, this is Zia,"

"Ah, just a second, Zia."

A middle-aged woman stepped hurriedly towards the door of her house. He smiled warmly as he opened the door for Zia.

"Kok, are you home late, Zia?" ask Aunt.

Nazia went into the house and sat in a wooden chair in the room. He leaned on the back of the chair to release his fatigue.

"Keep, the camera's okay, isn't it?" ask Aunt worried. The middle-aged woman sat beside Nazia while watching the tired face of the girl.

"Nazia's okay, Bi. It's just a small wound" Nazia said.

Just then, a man called his name from outside the house. Nazia was startled and immediately got up from her seat.

"Who's that, Zia?"

"Let's know, maybe the guy who delivered Nazia's bike,"

Nazia walked up to the door of her house and then she peeked out the window. He saw a man standing there with a new bicycle beside him.

"Ah, it's true! That's a new bike for Nazia" he exclaimed.

He hurried to open the door and greeted the man with a sweet smile.

"Miss Nazia?" ask the man while returning his smile.

"Yes, I'm Nazia!"

"Please sign here" the man ordered Zia.

Nazia immediately signed the paper and finally got a new bicycle.

"Look, Bi! The new bike is cool, yes! Nazia's excited for work tomorrow!" he said with a radiant face watching his new bike.

"Zia, man,"

"Yes, Bi," said Zia without looking at her aunt who was still sitting on one of the wooden chairs.

"Zia, Mr. Dody again asked about the match. How, Zia? Aunty did not know what to answer," said Bibi with a sad face staring at Zia who stood behind her.

Nazia turned around, her face was as sad as her aunt's. For several months, Mr. Dodi (a friend of his late father Nazia) has always asked about his matchmaking with the boy. Mr. Dodi and Nazia's father had been planning their matchmaking ever since Zia was a child.

Nazia herself was confused as to what to say. Actually he was still not ready to get married, but the man named Mr. Dodi, continued to urge him to marry his favorite son.

"Zia really does not understand, why the late father insisted on betrothing Nazia with Mr. Dodi's son. Though Zia also wants to choose a prospective husband for Zia herself," complained Zia.

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Who's Nazia?

Nazia is a new character to be a Danish life partner.

Nazia whose son?

It was not Melisa's son. If her son Melisa, she's afraid of getting hotter 😅😂

How old are Danish and Danisha now?

Udah 25 years, well if the other itung aja itself if you want 😅😅😅 Author dizzy about counting-count 😵😵😵