TRAPPED LOVE 2 HEIRS
Nindya's Cry

Dirga stood beside Nindya who was asleep on the table, the man took the envelope that Nindya was holding and examined it. Brown envelopes are quite bulging and quite thick.

Inside the envelope was a letter to amak and his musty with a neat Nindya handwriting. As well as some money for amak and musty.

Dirga then read the contents of the letter, after finishing folding it back and put it again in the envelope, not to forget he also counted the amount of money in the envelope.

Dirga slowly put the envelope back, and carried Nindya to the bed, with a gentle movement of Dirga enveloping Nindya and leaving.

Mr. Purbo's pet chicken has been humming or crowing continuously, which means the morning has come, before the sunlight pokes Nindya is up from his sleep. The girl was surprised how she could switch to sleeping on the bed.

"I moved out last night by myself? The way to bed itself?" Nindya Murmuring.

"Ah... Don't know..." Sambar Nindya while getting up and heading to the bathroom for ablution.

After the morning prayers Nindya headed for the kitchen to help Mbok Winarsih, but Dirga's screams unfurled his concentration as Nindya was slicing vegetables.

"Your...!!!" Shouted Dirga.

Feeling her name on the call, Nindya quickly took off her apron and ran in shock towards Dirga's room.

With a feeling of fear Nindya entered and lowered her head, Dirga was already wearing her suit, but the tie still hung around her neck.

"From today, every morning before I'm ready don't go to the kitchen!" Dirga's orders while racking his waist.

"Baa... Fine..."

This morning, Nindya did not want to look for trouble and wanted to obey with every word Dirga remembered today he would go to the house of rampage and must, Nindya was afraid if it made Dirga angry, he was afraid, the man will cancel his license.

"Pair the tie." Dirga's orders again.

Nindya just nodded and advanced by grabbing Dirga's tie.

"You're mute?" Said Dirga.

"Ma... Sorry Mr. Dirga, well I'll put on your tie. Ta's.. But I don't know how to put a tie on..." Reply Nindya.

Dirga sighed, the man looked down at Nindya who was also down squeezing her fingers.

"Find a little chair for your footrest." Dirga Command.

"Baa... Fine..."

With lightning fast Nindya looked for a small wooden chair, and put it in front of Dirga's feet.

"Good." Dirga's orders again.

Nindya who only has a body height of 160cm is far inferior to Dirga who has a body height of 195cm, even with a chair for her footrest, Nindya still has to tiptoe.

"Sa...I don't know how Mr..." Nindya said she was afraid that Dirga would get angry.

Finally Dirga taught how to knot a tie, their burly hands and their tiny hands touching each other. Their heads touch each other sometimes, their faces are so close.

Until unconsciously when Nindya is very concentrated, Nindya's legs on her tiptoes feel cramping.

"Amkk!!!" Nindya Shouts.

Dirga quickly caught Nindya's body that was about to fall backwards, clutching her into his arms.

"Stupidly not kelulungan, if your legs cramp why the tiptoes continue! Go home from your parents' house, find a higher seat, find one that can be aligned!" Dirga said while laying Nindya on the bed

"Remember every morning before I'm ready don't go to the kitchen, and from today we'll sleep one room!" Dirga orders while justifying the tie and leaves Nindya sitting on the bed withholding pain in her leg.

Felix is waiting on the front page, and has checked the car that will be used by Dirga.

"Remember my message last night..." Dirga said to Felix.

"Well Mr. Dirga, I know what I have to do..." Felix answered obediently.

Felix opened the car door for Dirga, then the man drove his own car, turned the wheel and left the house after Mr. Purbo opened the gate.

A few hours passed after Dirga's departure to the office, Nindya was ready to go dressed quite fashionable, because Felix had provided all the clothes and equipment for Nindya when the house will be in residence.

The journey is not so long only about 35 minutes. The car also entered the village slowly and parked right in front of the house Like Gendang.

Nindya was still sitting glued in the car, not moving in the slightest.

"If not so we can turn around Mrs..." Felix.

"So Mr. Felix, in a moment... I just had courage." Answer Nindya

Felix is a little uncomfortable whenever Nindya calls him Sir.

Not a few who pay attention to Dirga's luxury cars, moreover, in the morning many Mothers and Mothers of the household were shopping for vegetables in front of the house Angga who always made a vegetable perimeter.

Nindya took her bag, and got off the car, short heels with a luxury brand attached to her feet, with a luxurious bag also in Nindya's hands, he wears what he has prepared at home.

Light blue short dress clothes blown by the morning breeze made the clothes flutter slowly, red heart expensive coat also made the impression of her appearance more glamorous let alone pure white Nindya skin, either the skin is down who even though his parents have a mature brown yellow.

"Owalah Nindya yu..." Bisik Sumarni the mother-emak who was holding her granddaughter.

"Get him here..." Juwarsih said with a sewot look.

"You're showing off kali yu... Look at her makeup as an artist..." Sahut Sartiyem as the amak of Angga who also knows his son has a crush on Nindya for a long time.

"Goddess... Want to dance as an artist, now want to be beautiful do not nguruh! I used to be a cheap adulterer..." Juwarsih again.

"Lhaiyoo..." The mothers checked simultaneously.

Nindya did not understand the words of all mothers and only cared about what was now her top priority. While Felix heard all that was smelling.

Nindya knocked on the door and before long her father opened it.

"Mrs..." The words of Mr. Nindya stuck holding a lump of water that had bloated in his wrinkled eyes.

Wagiman saw his only child standing at the door of the house and then moved to see a man in a black suit standing behind Nindya and then turned to the luxury car that Nindya used.

"Sir... How skinny gini..." Said Nindya hugging her increasingly thin.

Nindya's tears flowed and melted profusely wetting both of her cheeks.

"Nindya left not long ago so gini girder, a day eat how many times, eat what...?" Nindya nyerocos with questions.

"Sit down first..." Wagiman told his son to sit down.

"Father call your amak, he's still in the rice field harvesting his pari Mr. RT..." Wagiman said as he wiped his tears.

"Don't Sir... Nindya does not want to make Mom angry or sad let Nindya talk as well as well."

"But..."

"Nindya not long sir..." Sahut Nindya is afraid to open the old wound of his rampage and does not want to make his tantrum fall ill or something that Nindya does not want.

"Citizens of ngucilin village is not...?" Ask Nindya.

"Well.... Don't think about it, Nin... How are you Nin? You happy?" Tanya Wagiman turned the conversation around.

A little while Nindya was silent.

"Happy sir..." Nindya said she was stuck in her neck, her tears could not be held.

When saying the happy word Nindya's neck as if being choked a rope mine curd wrapped around her neck and chest.

"Did you see... The luxury car had her husband Nindya, Mr. Dirga was kind and treated Nindya with affection, see Nindya's clothes too, all expensive and branded..." Nindya wiped her tears.

Felix stood not far from Nindya and Wagiman, still in the same room and could hear everything Nindya said.

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