The CEO's Beloved Caddy
Spicy Mouths of Neighbors

The view of the simple residential complex welcomes the arrival of Dara and Bu Nisa back to their place of origin. Simple houses, neighbors who usually cut each other royong but not infrequently gossiping with each other, coloring the civilization of the lower middle class.

Dara sighed as the online taxi driving her with her mother had stopped right in the yard. The courtyard of Dara's house happened to be quite spacious, making it easy to park the car.

"Any teenager lives in people's homes, remains more comfortable living in his own home. Although simple. Yeah, right, Ra?" reprimand Bu Nisa.

The black haired girl nodded in agreement. It is not a matter of living well and not being good. Dara is just not ready to be the gossip of the neighbors who sometimes his speech is difficult to handle.

How is it that Dara being the lover of the handsome young president Ken has become a public consumption. Now suddenly surprised by the news of the emergence of Ken's wife and a series of sloping news about Dara.

Suddenly Dara was like an up-and-coming artist, but suddenly tripped over a scandal. Until Dara becomes a fugitive of journalists who want to know for sure.

"Mom.Dara is afraid that some journalist is following us."

Ms. Nisa circulated her gaze before getting out of the car. The area where they live is in a quiet area and rarely touched by foreigners. No journalists should have reached the site.

"Faith, Dara. As long as no one here tells the media, you won't be attacked by them."

As much as possible, Ms. Nisa gave support and confidence to her daughter, that their home was the safest and most comfortable place to take shelter from the whack.

Hearing the mother's words that were so convincing, made Dara feel confident again. At least in his house he will feel calm.

Now that the two human mothers and children were getting out of the taxi, the driver helped to get their things down. Until the car that drove it darted away from the yard of the house, suddenly the atmosphere that was originally quiet suddenly rame.

Dara was surprised when suddenly the mothers of the complex flocked to him and his mother.

"Eh, Miss Nisa..Kok come back to this house again? Denger in the news said he wanted to get a daughter-in-law of the unclean."

"Hush! Don't be so Miss Retno.then they cry again because in PHPin the same conglomerate."

The woman, called Bu Retno, smiled mockingly. "Lagian Dara is not self-conscious. Want to be used as an impingement of people's husbands. No self-respect."

Girls who are usually so brave and ready to oppose anything that is not true according to that fact are silent. His courage has disappeared since he was often in the media spotlight. This is not for positive news, but for negative news.

Dara could only stare at her neighbors sharply, her hands clenched even teeth rattling with anger. But that anger he couldn't just show. Now everything he does will be public news and consumption, as long as Dara is still a shadow of Kendrick's life with the woman he said was his legal wife.

"I'm sorry, ladies. If your purpose in welcoming us is only to insult and ridicule my daughter. Thank you, you can disperse. Remember, you have a daughter too. I hope you all can feel what I feel right now. Humiliated by our neighbors, we're just victims!"

Because of her emotions, Ms. Nisa who was previously famous for being a quiet and gentle woman, now she speaks in a high tone. Even his index finger repeatedly pointed at the clustered neighbors, especially those who dared to chatter.

Ms. Nisa immediately invited Dara to enter the house, no matter the neighbors who were still crowded in the courtyard of the house.

"Bu Retno same Bu Ningsih outrageous. Let's all get out!" tell one of the women who is the wife of the RT chairman at the complex.

"Huuu….!"

The sound of cheers sounded so loud and slowly disappeared along with the disperse to the neighbor. Dara dropped her tote bag, leaned against the wall and slowly sat on the floor.

"Why is everything like this, Mom? Dara's ashamed, Mom…" 

Miss Nisa who just went around seeing the state of the house that has long been left behind was approaching. He also sat quietly on the floor while hugging his only princess.

"Patience, Son. Maybe Alloh is so I am to you. So given a pretty heavy ordeal. But I'm sure you can get through all this. For God will not test His servant beyond his means."

It was fortunate that Ms. Nisa was patient and painstaking. He always faced problems with a cold head. Fortunately, the disease did not recur, because Dara, who was usually relied upon when she was sick, now instead needed support and support to survive normally.

Not wanting to get dissolved in the situation and not wanting to let Dara always lament her fate, Bu Nisa diverted the conversation by inviting several houses.

Understandably the house is not inhabited in a state long enough, dust everywhere, cobwebs as if to be the decoration of the house.

Feeling uncomfortable living at home in a dirty state, Dara also agreed to clean up. Until an hour passed, the simple house was clean and comfortable again.

Kruukk…

Dara held her stomach that sounded so loud after finishing cleaning and beberes. 

"Mother hungry?" ask Dar to his mother who is sitting on the sofa.

"Lumayan."

"Then Dara find food first huh. If the cook will not hunt, then the hunt fainted," kelakar Dara who realized all the food in the house is still empty.

"Are you sure you're gonna get out of the house, Ra?"

It was clear that Ms. Nisa was suspicious of her daughter's decision to eat outside. Because only an hour ago the girl with a sharp nose was crying bombay due to the babbling of the neighbors.

"Sure dong, Mom. Don't worry about Dara."

The girl whose hair was pinched by one said as she sauntered away. He was so determined to go alone. Back in her previous life, it made Dara slightly forget about the problems she was facing right now.

Czechoslovakia!

"Mba Dara! What is the reason you came back to this house? Were you expelled by Mr Ken?"

Dara was shocked when she opened the door to be greeted by a camera flash and a spate of questions from reporters. Lucky for the moment when the reporters were about to approach, Dara immediately entered and closed the door tightly.

"Yourf…"

Dara leaned her back on the door while sighing. He was relieved that he was still able to escape from the pursuit of the reporters.

Damnit. Maybe the reporters knew Dara's house that soon. Now the poor girl is thinking about how to get food without having to face the kepo reporters who are still blocking the yard.

"Not so, Ra?" reprimand Bu Nisa.

Dara simply replied with a move, she put her index finger in front of her lips and pointed outwards. As if understanding the princess's intentions, Ms. Nisa immediately peeked at the window from behind the curtain. The middle-aged woman's netra was so wide that her eyeballs almost popped out of place.

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