President Bucin
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Hanska raised his eyebrows, smiling obliquely. "Don't read it first?" Ask the man.

Deena shook her head. "A contract only." Answer Deena lightly. "Then what is my job?" Deena asked innocently looking at Hanska while rubbing her eyes.

Hanska smiled in anguish. "So the maid, me." The answer.

Resume

Deena widened her eyes. "Ja.. be a maid..?" Her parrots. It is hard to swallow saliva.

"Why? regretted? The agreement is clearly written." Lill Hanska.

"Misone himself sloppy. Read." Ledek the man took a sip back on his coffee.

Deena read carefully the covenant he held. His eyes glared at several important points, such as the slavery agreement.

The first party is named Hanska, and the second party as himself.

Point to 2. The second party must obey all orders of the first party, without rebuttal.

Point to 3. The first party is free to punish the second party, if, the second party defies.

Point to 5. The second party serves as a standby helper, whenever the first party calls.

Point to 7. The second party should always be around the first party.

Deena put her lips together to protest. His face was grim.

The man clucked. "It's trivial you ignore, what if I told you to take care of a project of hundreds of millions?" Hanska put his hand in his pants pocket, walked towards Deena.

Kelethoks.

Sentilnya in Deena's smooth jidat.

The girl reflexively rewinded her steps, crashing into the table. His face was already bent in annoyance.

For some reason, touching the girl in front of him, so a hobby for Hanska.

"Yes yes, Deena repeat again." Answer slowly. Still pin the call om on the man in front of him.

Hanska snorted, his hand locking Deena's movements, by squeezing the girl with the workbench.

Hanska's stern face approached, Deena's reflexes distancing her face. "Try repeating?" The man said with a heavy voice, his sharp eyes looking into Deena's eyes.

The girl gulped her hard-earned saliva.

Tok.

"Excuse me, ma'am.."

Arga has not finished the sentence. From the direction of the door, a simple yet elegant dressed woman appeared, walking into the room.

"Oh my goodness Hanska!" Shouted Rihlah walking quickly, approaching the two people in the room.

When viewed, the position of Hanska standing is indeed very ambiguous, especially if seen from the direction of the door.

Hanska's strapping body, covering most of Deena's tiny body, whoever was looking, would have misunderstood her making.

The woman's fingers were raised towards Hanska's ears. "What are you doing with girls, hemm?" While ruffling his waist, Rihlah fretted the ear of the son's trembling.

Deena stood up straight exhaling her breath, as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

Hanska hunchback, align his height with the mother who is only limited to the chin.

"For ma'am, Hans ain't doing shit." Bela The man, trying to unravel the jeweran of his mother, who did not hurt in the least.

"Halah alesan, the proof that you saw earlier, why is that? wanna play at the table?" Rebut Rihlah fierce, but still with a soft tone.

Hanska let go of the jewel in her ear. He gently grabbed the hand of the mother, leading Rihlah to sit on the sofa of the room.

Hanska sat across. "Mom why didn't you say Hans? can be picked up." The question justifies the tie.

"Mama Denger you're hiding people's girls."

Hanska squinted his eyes, looking at Arga who was standing by the door.

Arga who had just chosen to be silent, raised his voice. "The lady continues to terrorize me sir."

Haha manyun. "If not, when did you take her to Mama?"

"Bring what the hell mama? Hans doesn't hide people's children either." Gemas Hanska's. Rihlah chose, raising his shoulders indifferently.

The woman turned her head towards Deena, her gaze turning gentle. "Here baby." Call Rihlah, pat the sofa, hinting Deena to sit next to him.

The girl lowered her legs. "You were bullied by your mother's son? tell me you're in apain? let mama jewel her ears." Threaten Rihlah to look at his son. Her hand rubbed Deena's head dear.

"Hiks. hiks." Not because he was bullied or bullied. Such things have been his daily food, while in the Bakara family.

But no matter how strong Deena is, if he looks at it this way, he remembers the late Thalia, his mother.

For a very long time, Deena did not feel in the defense and was noticed this way by a mother.

His sorrow piled up, until he got a little attention from a woman, who might be the same age as his mother.

Hugged Deena straight away. "Cup cup dear, fearless, here there is mama." Persuade her while stroking Deena's gentle mane.

Deena crying bombay.

"Hanska Regantara Alzavier, this is why the boys cry?" Ask the woman to her son.

"Why is Hans in salahin ma? where Hans knows." Bela the man did not accept being accused.

"What tone are you talking to my wife?" The interruption of a voice, made them all turn their heads.

"Papa?" Hanska.

Seen men with sturdy jaws in the growth of fine fur, walk with full charisma towards them.

"Here again, why do you hug every hug?" Regantara forcibly took off the arms of his wife, with a girl whom he did not know in the slightest.

Rihlah glared fiercely towards her husband. However, to Regantra Alzavier, the face in front of him even looks like a cute little cat.

Deena stopped her flowing tears. He stared confusedly, as well as awkwardly at Regantra.

I turned to look at Deena. "Son, you must have been bullied, right? let's just say it." Persuaded it.

Deena smiled inwardly, He expanded his nose, glancing at Hanska at the end of the eye.

The girl nodded. "I..Yes auntie hiks, I was forced to be his wife om this." Deena's pretext, exaggerating right by rubbing his eyes, as if he was really oppressed.

Hanska glared fiercely at the girl before him. I want it to feel like that guy's hitting Deena's strong eel.

"Om..?" Looked at the son. "Call my mom, baby." Errata Rihlah, Deena nodded.

"Pfft.. Swahaha.." Regantra laughed. "So didn't you act like a man? to force a girl to marry you?" Spicy crackling, from the father gliding innocent.

"Not me.." Denying Hanska, he caught a witty look from his father.

"Who's your name, son?" Ask Rihlah. "Where do you live?"

"Call me Dee ma. mama." Sounded bitter, when the girl called it mama.

"Long name Deena Prameswari, Angkasa university student who got an internship recommendation at this company." After pausing for a while. Deena refused to give her last name.

Rihlah smiled, He knew very well the reputation of the university that one. Plus, the girl next to him, got a call from the boy's company.

But something is odd. Her thought.

"Hey boy, how old are you?" Tanya Regantara precedes the thought of his wife.

"18 years, August." The girl replied plainly.

"Huh.." Rihlah looked at his son.

"Huahaha.. Hey my son, you forced that little girl, of course she rejected old men like you, I think, in her college there are a lot of handsome men who are rich." Smash the father, the more he became, making Hanska bend his face.

He stared hard at Deena. Like saying.

Just watch out for you, I'll punish you mercilessly.

Deena turned her gaze, goosebumps.

Mampus dah, nyari died this mah. His inner.

"Ma. ga bener, Hans didn't force it, this leak is making it up." Said the man defending himself.

"Why did Dee refuse my mother's son?" Ask Rihlah smile.

The girl cleared her throat. "Soalya Dee is still in college ma, om also know that." His eyes looked at Hanska.

"Hahah, son, if you call him om, you should call my wife grandma, and grandpa to me." Regan chuckled.

Deena confirmed, but I don't know, the guy named Hanska was a grown-up he thought, more suitable in the call om.

Because it's too old to be called sir, and it's impossible to call brother.

"Sorry om, om and mama still look young." Honest Deena's polite.

"That means my son is too old huhah."

Rihlah shook his head inexhaustibly to see her husband, always happy to tease the child.

Deena chuckled as well, despite the fact that Hanska's face wasn't that old. He just followed me.

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