Wild Wife The CEO
Chapter 4 Love The First Look of the Dragon

Hasya approached her boss' car with a face full of smiles. He felt his boss was in luck. Because the girl he was looking for, his house was apparently not far from there.

The woman he was asked about said she knew a girl named Zila Arzilla. Even his house was near his house.

Hasya entered and immediately gave the information she had obtained earlier.

"How's He?" The dragon was already impatient to get the information from Hasya, his right hand.

"Patience to the Boss. I will pass on the information from the woman. According to him, the girl named Zila Arzilla lived in a house overlooking the street, whose yard was rather spacious and the paint was pink. She lives with her Uncle Kang Kobar" Hasya said, telling her how clear she was, pointing to one of the pink houses facing the street.

The dragon turned to follow Hasya's index finger, in his heart he was happy because the girl he was looking for turned out to be his house very close.

"How is the Boss, will the Boss see him now or next time? Or we go home first to the villa, the day is getting late at night," said Hasya gave a choice.

"No, Yes. I'll get to him now. I don't want to delay any more," said the excited Dragon.

The dragon opened the car door and came out carrying the flower hat of the young girl.

"You wait here, or if you want to coffee, go down and coffee in the stall," said Naga pointed to the stall that was still open belonged to the woman who had been questioned by Hasya earlier.

The dragon walked towards the courtyard of the girl with the flower hat. Entering the yard and heading to the terrace of his house. There was a moment of hesitation in the Dragon's chest, so he for a while stood glued.

After feeling calm, the Dragon finally ventured to knock on the door of the flower hat girl's house.

"Excuse me," he said, greeting the typical city people. The dragon still stood waiting for the owner of the house to open the door.

While next to Zila's house, the woman who had been questioned by Hasya, looked up at Zila's house when the voice of someone was heard visiting the neighbor's house.

"Who's visiting Kang Kobar's house, is the debt collector again?" he wondered as he looked up curiously to see who was coming to Kobar's house. The woman was worried, because Zila was now alone at home, after she saw Zila coming home early from the cafe with a fever.

"His partner is not the debt collector, but a young and handsome man, like he's a rich man. Perhaps this is the rich man Zila targets who he will snare into marriage, then after marriage the money will be highlighted Zila to pay Kang Kobar's debt to Juragan Desta," I guess the woman was curious.

"Mom, sorry. Is there still coffee?" The woman was shocked when a voice startled her as she looked up at Zila's house.

"Ohhhh. Ma~masih, Sir. Many even. There are latte, mocca, cappu, local coffee also exist. Even the local coffee has been exported to foreign countries," he said a little nervous because he felt surprised by Hasya.

"What local, ma'am, until exported to foreign countries?" ask Hasya curiously.

"Copy weasel, Mas. Would you like to try a coffee civet?" asked the woman while looking at Hasya deeply. It seemed like he felt familiar, because he had asked about Zila.

"Younger than this Mas, would you like to order the same coffee or western coffee?" ask the woman who owns the stall, making Hasya shake her head. Because the woman who he thinks still looks beautiful even though she is old, knows and can recognize herself older than Nagi.

"I'm a local black coffee, yes, Bu," he replied while coolly looking at HP.

"Well, wait a minute, yeah," he said, turning over the coffee brew order Hasya and Nagi, from the hot water thermos already there.

"Please, this is the coffee of the ferret one, and this is the local black coffee one," the courtesy shop owner sodor, after a while of brewing.

Nagi and Hasya grabbed the still hot cup of coffee and sipped it slightly to relieve the coldness of the night breeze.

"We're nobody, Mom. We only had time to meet earlier on the street, when the girl was sitting on the asphalt because of being bullied by street thugs, he said. Then our boss found the girl's hat left on the asphalt, then our boss wanted to deliver it directly to the owner" he said honestly.

"Ohhhh, that's it."

"If you may know, how close do you know the girl?" Nagi suddenly asked the woman who owned the stall, as if Nagi was curious about the young girl named Zila who looked younger below her. Nagi's question was similarly felt by Hasya. Hasya therefore felt represented by the question from his boss's cousin's sister.

"Near to Mas. Neng Zila was a good girl, but had been orphaned since the age of two, twenty years ago. Since his Father and Mother died of tuber poisoning, Neng Zila was entrusted and taken care of by his own Uncle, the Brother of his mother, until now," replied the woman who owns the stall.

Hasya and Nagi look at each other, feeling lucky to be able to pry questions from the woman who owns the shop. Because once asked, two answers are even more they can get. It was thanks to the kecablakan woman the owner of the stall.

"Ohh, so, yes, ma'am. Where did this girl from last night alone?" Hasya was still curious.

"Ohhhh, Neng Zila came home from the cafe. He would work at his Uncle's cafe" replied the woman who owned the stall quite clearly. Nagi and Hasya looked at each other again. There is a little fuss from the answer of the woman who owned the shop last night, about Zila who came home late because of work from the cafe.

"Is the young girl not afraid to go home alone?" Back Nagi asked, because he felt unwilling if his cousin, Dragon should fall into the arms of cafe women who like to wander the nights on the street.

"Neng Zila had been used to coming home the night from the cafe. The distance from the cafe to the house was only 500 meters, so she was used to passing through the streets here," explained the woman who owned the stall honestly.

Hasya and Nagi did not say anything more than silence digesting the words of the woman who owned the stall.

While the Dragon was already anxious and impatiently waiting for the door to be opened the host.

"Wa'alaikumsalam" said Zila as she opened the door wide. The young girl who looked innocent without makeup was shocked to see who had come to visit her house.

The dragon slightly blushed in embarrassment, because the young girl returned the greetings typical of her city with a different answer, whereas the Dragon can also say 'assalamualaikum' like most people.

The dragon stared inwardly at the young girl, the face without makeup polish was naturally beautiful and innocent. His heart immediately rippled to feel the love that had once been extinguished, but now rekindled after seeing Zila at first sight. But behind it there is something that makes the Dragon a little surprised, under the eyes of the young girl looks pale. The dragon thought, could it be that the young girl before him is sick?

"Is this really Miss Zila's house?" The dragon asked the question first before Zila gave the question.

"Huk, uhuk, uhuk." Zila coughed before she gave an answer. His sore and itchy throat suddenly forced him to cough. Zila was really sick, her body just had a fever and was carefree.

"Is Miss sick?" The dragon looked worried looking at the deathly pale Zila. Zila shook her head, in fact her heart was happy because the fragrant handsome man who had met her in the street, was now in front of her.

"Yes, I'm Zila. What is it that Brother is looking for me?" zila asked as her eyes stared at the hat held in the hands of the handsome adult man.

"I just want to return your hat. Isn't this your hat left on the asphalt when you're sitting around being bullied by thugs?"

Zila just remembered that his hat was left behind when sitting on the asphalt earlier.

"Rubber, that's my hat. Thank you Brother for returning it to me directly," he said as he grabbed the hat from the hands of the Dragon.

As Zila grabbed the hat, she accidentally grabbed the Dragon's hand. Unexpectedly, the Dragon instead held tightly onto Zila's fingers so that Zila could not let go straight away.

The hot air flows through the hands of the dragon. The dragon guessed that the young girl in front of him was sick.

"Are you sick?" Zila nodded, then suddenly her body collapsed and fell into the lap of the Dragon who was ready to support her.