The Girl Dancers the President
Chap. 11

Chapters. 11

After getting basic training and understanding from Tania, Gina decided to immediately go home to her new residence after finishing teaching tutoring for Junior High School children. No more stopping by the cafe where he used to kill boredom and wait for nightfall. This time Gina prefers to try to launch the action.

While in the apartment, Gina immediately cleanses her body from sweat and dust because of all day activities outside.

The atmosphere of the apartment is still quiet. That means the master of the owner has not come home and makes Gina more free again.

In the apartment he lived in now there were three rooms. He lives in the room at the very end. Because only the room is empty and does not move the items in it too much. It is different from the room in the middle. There are a lot of Naka books there. Because the room was made for the workspace as well as the man's sports room.

A few minutes later, Gina came out of her room. Still quiet. The girl went straight to the kitchen to cook dinner.

The first step, Gina tried to get the attention of the wooden beam man. Because it would be useless if he did touch skin touch on the President who is the source of his current funds, if only the President does not have a sense that is able to encourage desire in the heart. Think Gina.

Armed with her knowledge of Tania and also the tricks of her best friend, Gina also began to open a refrigerator that turned out to be so complete.

"Ck! Cold-cold attention turns out," murmured Gina. "We look. If the President is still maintaining prestige, it means that the dishes and views that I offer are not attractive in his eyes and that means, his eyes and heart are troubled. Fix it! Musti go to the doctor then," said the girl herself.

How not, if the current Gina deliberately wore her curse dress. I will only cook for dinner. But the girl was really deep into her role here.

"OK .. we make a no-bussy and not too stinging smell. I don't need to shower anymore. Loss ntar if I have to shower and make up again," dumel the girl while observing the ingredients stored neatly in the refrigerator. "ah! Cook this one time. She must have liked it. Not complicated either. Okay fine! Live fried chicken campground same nyambal terasi."

It's true what Tania said if her best friend was a little nervous his brain. It was clear just now said to want to cook an odorless, but instead chose to fry chicken as well as cooked. It is a human this one. Not wrong if coupled with men who also have abnormalities in taste and also slightly problematic eyes.

On the ground floor, in the parking area. Three men from a black SUV and stepped into the elevator. They were both still wearing work clothes. It seems like it is very intent to fool the host tonight.

One person walked first, while two more people seemed to be planning something.

"Lo sure, he's okay?" tanya Irham who has never met in person with a dancing girl who has been bought by her boss. Uh, errata, that means that's been hired for the next few months. Because it was Irham who made their contract letter.

Gibran nodded confidently. "Lo's seen the profession, right?" ask the man.

"It."

"Same as in the photo. Even this is more hot body," whispered Gibran did not want if until Naka heard it and instead ended bonyok his face later if he was found to tease the man's property. For what belongs to him, no one can touch or disturb.

"Lo know, if he's already Young Master's stuff? So, do not macem-macem when talking," remember Irham who is very well memorized the habits of his superiors.

"Berez. I just want to be tempted while looking at the response of Young Master you later," replied Gibran.

Gibran is the only son of the owner of the largest television channel in the country. So that even the most hidden information he can get very easily, as long as the wallet is still thick. Same with Gina's profile. Gibran advised Naka to wear the girl. Because he knew the girl was in desperate need of funds and the girl was also not just any girl as she looked now.

"What are your intentions to enter?" ask the man they were gossiping about.

They looked at each other, and Gibran ventured to ask.

"Can you please stop tonight?" really, Gibran's guts are really big here.

"No!" reply Naka quickly. "Lo must have a dirty plan" added Naka who knows the nature of this friend.

"Tuh, Boss! He wants to whip up with that lo dancer!" timpal Irham is the stove here.

Gibran immediately hit Irham's arm that was so limp once his mouth.

"Ck! I don't think you are!" gibran protest that does not want to be blamed alone. There must be friends.

While Naka did not discuss the debate that happened to the two friends. He ignored them and chose to quietly wait until the elevator door opened right on the twelfth floor. Where is the apartment unit. The top floor of this building.

Ting!

Elevator door opens. Naka comes out first followed by his two best friends in the back. Naka took out an id card from his wallet and opened the door of his apartment.

"Sleeping, Bro?" ask Gibran who can not stand still for a moment.

"Well the boss knows, Gib. Our men enter together" said Irham Sersya pushing Gibran's head. While the driven is just a whiny.

"Let's not be lonely, Ir. Not like going into that haunted house," he added.

Irham shook his head. The man smelled something quite stinging. After putting Naka's briefcase, Irham followed the direction where this pungent smell came from.

"Lo cook, Boss?"

Plaque!

This time it was Gibran's turn to hit Irham on the head.

"Lo forgot? He's coming with us!" sergeant Gibran.

Meanwhile, Naka took off the suit he was wearing and rolled up his shirt arm to the elbow. He stepped towards the kitchen, as this smell must have come from there.

Even so with two people who always follow his steps. Not for fear of being left alone, but they are also very curious.

"Geez!"

Strangling Irham and Gibran at the same time when he saw the angel who was lost in the kitchen of Naka's apartment. They cover their eyes, not their own. Except Naka. The man looked speechless looking at a girl with clothes lacking materials was busy facing the stove.