One Night With Stranger
Responsibilities

The sun was not yet how high, but it was enough to make the sweat on Yuva's body start rolling. Wearing her clothes last night, Yuva walked down the street leaving the magnificent building in the area of Gerald's house. Yuva's simple mind thinks, how to get as much money as them, even though his father who is also a businessman, sometimes barely have money after the end of the month. That said, all of his money was replayed for capital, leaving little for their large household needs. Although little is meant to remain in the hundreds of millions. Perhaps his father did not have enough money left to live luxuriously.

Manda still loves his old phone. Nando hasn't changed cars in years. They had a family gathering vacation with factory employees last year. Anyway, in the dictionary Yuva, the holidays will only make his head dizzy. She'll serve her brother and help watch over Manda's son. Not to mention Chester.

That's tiring. He never really took a vacation. Wrong little must have been nagged, yelled at, reviled. Huf ....

"I want to get rich quick," Yuva murmured as she cast her eyes on the crowded highway.

"Yuva!"

The girl looked at the reflex. He looked surprised, then again used to see the old gray-eyed man approaching him. The typical bluish-white suit and light gray trousers clad in a slim tall body or more similar to malnutrition made Yuva throw away her face.

"I've got clients around here, who do you live in?" ask Nando sok familiar. Nando is seen circulating his gaze to the houses and shops outside the Gerald complex.

"Not to care!" yuva ketus. Their relationship is not that close to worrying about each other. So Yuva felt this was very foreign and strange. He thought Nando would persuade him to go home. They will force her to marry again.

"I'm sorry about yesterday, Yuva. You know I'm still very dependent on Papa, so besides being obedient, I can't do anything." Nando tried not to care about Yuva's true attitude to upset him. Inwardly he wanted to slap Yuva's insolent mouth.

"Yes, I saw it!" Yuva narrowed her eyes so hard that she was unable to reveal to Nando. "I saw you so eager to defend me that the smile of satisfaction on your lips yesterday, when I was thrown out by your papa was so imprinted in my memory!"

"Come on, Yuva .. You're an adult. You must understand how hard it is to be in my position. So instead, I'm looking for you, I want to help you now." Nando.

A sneering laugh just came out of Yuva's lips. Still he does not want to be helped by anyone who is still in contact with the Armani family. In any form.

"I'd be a fool to just come with you, Nando! You must be looking for the rewards of the help you offered me!"

"Let go!" Yuva hates that annoying voice. He was so disgusted by Nando's concern. "Even if I die, don't ever care about me, Nando. Tell anyone who told you to, Yuvara would rather die than accept help from someone who never appreciated anyone else!"

Yuva pulled her hand tightly, then she ran across the crowded street so that Nando could not catch up with her.

"Yuva! Wait!" Nando shouted as he continued to chase after Yuva. He must not fail, for the sake of such a tempting position. Ah, how wonderful a prestigious position Gerald would offer if he managed to bring Yuva into the hands of the man.

Yuva panicked and accelerated, until a taxi passed, Yuva stopped him. He forgot he didn't have any money. That he could think of later if he had survived Nando. "Hurry up, sir!" yuva orders the taxi driver wearing the hat.

Yuva's eyes were busy watching the back, as if afraid that Nando could catch up to this taxi. Though Nando is having trouble passing the streets and several times get swearing from road users.

"Damn!" Nando retreated while scooping his rough face. "Should tell Gerald what this is going to be like!"

However, Nando keeps in touch with Gerald, not knowing how Gerald will react.

Despite having survived, Yuva became unsettled as the taxi driver grinned triumphantly.

"Stop in front, sir," said Yuva as she was somewhat familiar with the eyes. But apparently, the driver was deaf, so he even increased the speed of his car.

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