The Conqueror of Love the Heir
Hundred Million

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Nayla's phone lying on her simple dresser rang loudly until it sounded in the bathroom. Nayla rushed out of the bathroom after she put on her bathrobe.

Nayla looked up at the contact number on her green app, her mother's name clearly emblazoned. He immediately answered a phone call from the woman who gave birth to him with full of struggle.

"Assalamualaikum," greeting Nayla open believe.

"Waalaikumussalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh, Nae has not yet left for work?" ask Mom in sebrang.

"No, Ma. Just finished the shower" explained Nayla.

"Later in the afternoon, home from work. You're going to the hospital, yes, Nae," his mother said. "But, if you're tired, it's okay to go to the hospital, Nae," said Nayla's mother, who doesn't bother her daughter.

"It's okay, Mom. Nae will go to the hospital immediately after returning from work" said Nayla, who still wants to go to the hospital after returning from work. "Keep, Dad's development, how, Mom? What's a heart transplant operation, Dad?" tanyanya.

"Heart transplant surgery, Dad. Waiting for the results of his leg surgery. Dad will still be recovering after his foot surgery when the day," said his mother while exhaling heavily. "And you, did you get that loan money, Nae?"

Hearing a question from his mother, immediately felt something heavy pushing forcefully to stifle Nayla's chest.

"Nae.." call his mother.

"Yes, ma'am" answered Nayla briefly.

"Said the doctor who examined Dad, last night. Dad had to go to his heart transplant surgery, Nae," Mother said with a trembling voice, one second later heard a sobbing that was held back.

"Mother." call gently Nayla.

However, there was no answer from the other end of the phone.

"Hallo, Mother," he called again.

"Yes, Nae," Mother replied with a stuffy nose, like the tone of a person who just finished crying.

"Later in the afternoon, Nae will bring the money to the hospital, Mom," said Nayla to ensure the relief of her mother.

"Where are you from, Nae. That much money?" ask her mother to look. "Don't do anything weird, Nae. I'm not sincere and ridho, if you take the wrong shortcut," said Ms. Nayla, reminding her only daughter.

"Alhamdulillah, Nae doesn't take shortcuts, ma'am. Later Nae try to borrow at the office only. Hopefully, Nae will be given the ease and smoothness of his rezekai. The important thing is that Dad is in surgery soon," Nayla tries to convince her mother, so she can't think about the cost of the operation for her father.

"Mom.. Sorry the phone had to turn Nae off first, yeah. Nae left for work first, afraid of being late. If there's a doctor or nurse asking for hospital fees, Dad. Just tell me Nae's gonna pay for it."

"Yes, Nae. Be careful on the road. Pray before you go to work, for your safety and blessings today" his mother said.

"Yes, Mom. Nae closed, yes, ma'am. Assalamualaikum."

"Waalaikumussalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh" replied his mother.

Click!

Nayla hung up the phone and took a deep breath.

Nayla who was still standing in front of the mirror of her living room immediately fell and fell on the floor.

'Yes, if all this is a test of Nayla's life. So, Nae will take it with a chest. But please give to Nae, a patient heart, a healthy body, and the faith of Istiqomah. A baroque sustenance that never breaks. For Nae, strong and steadfast to live life in this world. And make Nae, the son of the Sholehah and devoted to both parents, Nae. Useful and beneficial for those around, Nae. On the path that You Ridho, O Alloh, Nae Prayer to strengthen his heart.

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The sound of knocking on the door from outside his house, instantly disperse the daydream of the girl sitting in front of his simple dressing table.

Nayla was still propping up her chin and covering her face with both hands. His mind and heart were confused and confused. Where else would he have to borrow that kind of money.

Hundred million!

Nominal is not small for a Nayla who is only listed as a freelance daily employee at PT. Nusantara Semeru. Different from the Sultans. The nickname of the present era for people who make money. One hundred million is not a nominal wow. Price shoes, bags, clothes. Even if they can eat at a famous restaurant once, they just snap their fingers. One hundred million can be paid cash immediately.

Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok

The sound of knocking on his door, he heard back.

Nayla immediately got up from her seat, then walked towards the door while guessing in her heart.

'Who the fuck is bothering people early in the morning! Chicken has not had breakfast! Have been a guest!' nayla's habit of nagging herself, while looking at the round object hanging on the wall.

Half six in the morning! Who's meeting you in the morning blind, like this?

Curious? That is the sense that ambushed into the recesses of the soul of Nayla, the only daughter of Mr. Hadi Suherman.

Nayla let out a long sigh, after a few seconds she hesitated to open the door for her guests. But, he immediately thought back. What if the guest brings important news from someone? Or maybe even the guest brought bad news from the hospital where his father is being treated.

A second later, Nayla ran without hesitation to reach the doorknob. He wanted to find out who knocked on his door many times before he left for work.

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Chequelek

Nayla managed to open her door in time, before the well-built man. Will knock back on his door.

Nayla was dumbfounded and looked up at her guests, who looked so high up from her.

"Who are y'all? Looking for who?" only that question came out of his lips.

However, the two people did not directly answer him, but rather shifted from his standing place, at this moment.

One to the left and one to the right, as if breaking the path to give the people who were not far from them a chance to stand.

Still with her sense of confusion, Nayla circulated her gaze. Wiggle to the left and to the right. Afraid, just in case a neighbor passes by and graces about her and a strange guest to her.

Someone stepped firmly and firmly towards Nayla.

"Good morning, Miss Nayla Suherman. Don't you recognize me? Lf it doesn't? Then, introduce. My name is Gala, personal assistant to Mr. Mahendra Wijaya. Miss Nayla, you definitely know who Mr. Mahendra Wijaya is!"

Nayla smiled bitterly. He was still confused and could not believe what happened this morning. For what Galak was, sent his personal assistant to come to his house in the morning blind.

"For what, you came here?" tanya Nayla tried to smile so as not to look her panic.

"I came here just to send a message to Miss Nayla, so that this morning to face Mr Mahendra Wijaya! Because there is a very important thing that will be conveyed by him, directly with Miss Nayla. Face to face."

The explanation from Gala, Mahendra Wijaya's personal assistant, just made the atmosphere feel quiet and silent.

'What does it mean to be angry? Why should I face him? Yes Alloh, what is this problem?' inner Nayla wanted to shout loudly.

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