Young Miss Assistant
Cassava

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Sorry I rarely reply to comments, in the real world I'm not good at talking.🤭🤭🤭🤭

I wanted to confide in before...

Until now my original novel did not get a level, alias below the bottom. Even if you see a novel with no readers at all, I'm on par with them.

Accepting criticism and improving, I've done. No novel is written perfectly, I realized that. But below the bottom, it hurts 😭😭😭😭

Promotions, I often ended promotions in the novel, but in the column replied to comments. So as not to disturb the author of the famous novel. Although, still often get spray also 🤧🤧🤧🤧

If asked about pay🤔🤔🤔🤔, how many readers, will not get a suan if not a contract, and I am not a contract. Previously, thanks for giving tips, it felt terkaru🤗🤗🤗 even though the money could not be withdrawn..😭😭😭nangis again😭😭😭....

Before I wanted to ask, is this novel not good? It never appears on the front page...

I honestly got a little down. The reason is, it feels like there is nothing wrong with my writing, but being the bottom, among the bottom feels stifling. Novels that have no level at all, haizzz😑😑😑😑😔😔😔

Though my phone memory is full, because of the many games, audioroom MT, etc. Something I never wear. I want it to be unistal, but it's nice to be able to write and read your comments, receive support. You guys are my spirit to stay in this app.

Sorry confided...

Thank you for supporting this novel with likes, comments, votes, tips, and gifts...

You can ask anything in the comments today. I'll answer, as long as you don't ask for the next chapter...

One more thing, because this novel is coming to an end, I made a choice about the next novel.

"Secret Of CEO" novel on my old account with author ID: "BIDADARIQ" whose E-mail is in heaker, I plan to rewrite it on this account with an updated story and a revamped plot. If you can read again, just look for "Secret Of CEO".

Tomy's story, there's a lot more to her family. And her beautiful sister's condition now. One more about the old man who now expects his presence.

The new novel, titled "Help of Trouble Makers", tells the story of a landlord who has a single daughter who is disabled by an accident. Betrayed his lover, who supported the cost of his college in the city to become a doctor. But instead marry another woman, after success.

The landlord's son doesn't believe in love anymore. Until his father made him entangled in marriage with the poorest and most useless (completely unmarried) singgel youth in the village. Young people are troublesome and make a lot of trouble for them. A problem that the clever disabled girl could always overcome.

Staying affectionate with his only son-in-law, no matter what problems he made, that was the landlord's sincere feeling. Trying to love her husband and make her husband love her, such is the heartfelt feeling of the deformed girl.

However, one secret is hidden the young man who is often called Jono (Jonathan Northan his real name is hidden). A secret that would make his wife and in-laws hate him.

Well, I can only update one novel a day, for the next novel. Please specify your choice, I look forward to your opinion, as consideration 🌸🌸🌸🍀🍀🍀

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...Only a few people fall in love once in their lives. Until, slowly the beings who do not appreciate love, learn to grow into more mature. Find a way until he finds a real friend...

...Wanna love? But bowed to remember me who used to only hurt. Am I the one currently able to keep the fragile creature before me? Or should you let go to be happy with another man...

Daniel...

Not a word came out from the silent mouth of the young man, dissolved in his mind. The girl who now backs him is like a sparrow who can go wherever he wants.

Wanting to be with her, but if being apart makes her happy, is okay. More mature, right? Time and life experiences that make him much more mature.

Want the rain to stop? That was how in Kanaya's heart right now. Until the sound of knocking on the door was heard.

"Sir..." Ken's down, carrying a paperbag. After opening the door by his master.

"It's almost afternoon, come down to eat." he told the assistant.

"Okay, sir," Ken immediately left the room, after the paper bag he was carrying reached Daniel.

Daniel exhaled a rough breath, looking at the girl who was still staring at the balcony of the room with a body trembling like fear.

His assistant bought a powerful medicine and safety device...Duren br*hnysek, don't try to ruin an innocent girl like me. Because I have a hard time holding it. he murmured in his heart, frightened, will be exposed to the seduction of his superiors.

"Wear it, after this I'll take you home" Daniel said, handing over the paper bag he was carrying.

"Te. thank you..." Kanaya grabbed the paperbag.

I misunderstood him, it turns out he is still a kind-hearted Daniel.

Beautiful minidrees are white, adorning her beautiful body. Her hair looks half dry. Daniel exhaled a rough breath, smiling towards him.

"This is for you." she said smilingly, wearing a necklace with a pair of rings as her pendants."Wear it to the person you choose later,"

"Sir Daniel why.." said Kanaya hesitated.

"I'm serious to you, me." Daniel's words stopped, Kanaya on her tiptoes kissed the young man's lips before him. His hand holding Daniel's shoulder kept his balance.

The young man, slowly closing his eyes, felt the lips of the woman he had missed.

A passionate feeling? No, this feeling is more like wanting to keep and love him treat like a fragile glass bowl. Links that are felt not so long.

Kanaya looked into those eyes fixed, like a spell that made her submit. Wanted, a hug was even more than that body. Yet...

"I'll take you home" Daniel smiled, kissing Kanaya's cheek.

"I.iya.." she replied.

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Casual clothes have been worn by the young man, driving his car in the rain through the traditional market area. "What do your parents like?" tanyanya.

"Eeemmm, cassava.." one word said on his lips.

"Wait here..." Daniel stopped his car, opened the umbrella, got out of the car. Walk quickly to the traditional market.

"What does he want?" kanaya muttered not understanding.

Several tens of minutes passed, regardless of how many short videos on social media he opened in a tightly closed car. Until the rain starts to subside, only the drizzle atmosphere is quite cold.

Some people came, carrying something into the car of hundreds of millions of passengers. The first to enter are two large sacks of the best quality cassava, average in size.

"Put it there." tell Daniel to open the trunk of his car.

"She's gone crazy" Kanaya murmured from the rear passenger seat stopping her activities from opening up on social media.

Kanaya's face looked pias, deathly pale. Until alternately, whether the box portion of getuk lindri (cake processed cassava) that other cake traders put in the car.

"Sir Daniel?" Kanaya clenched her forehead, looked at her boss who entered the car without any guilt, "By the way." he smiled.

"Sultan's son..." Kanaya exhaled a rough breath.

"Congcock," Daniel chuckled, ruffling Kanaya's hair.

The almost full car drove back, until it was accidentally seen one more word 'Cheese Cassava', in the roadside merchant's lap. Daniel stopped his vehicle.

"That's enough, if you add it up, my whole family will be buried in cassava!!" kanaya snarled.

The car drove back, something sweet Daniel thought. Something he felt would be nice if he did it with the girl sitting next to him.

"Kanaya, you like cassava right? What's bigger better?" tanyanya, turned her gaze to Kanaya who was now drinking a bottle of water.

"True, a big one if boiled would be more delicious," he replied.

"If your parents agree with me and we get married. I'll help you peel cassava (cassava in the real sense) the best quality with a size large enough," Daniel still focused on the street in front of him.

Big cassava? Is he as perverted as Kemal? They were annoying.The presumption in his heart.

"Basic bawdy!! I don't like cassava!!" snapped, grabbed Daniel's hair, pissed. Because he was fed up with the word anaconda that is often pronounced Kemal. Two horrible words for a virgin girl like her.

"A..what magsud, I just want to cook cassava with you!!" Daniel wavered, trying to let go of Kanaya's hair.

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Brakes...

The sound of the table being kicked down...

A young man with mature brown skin looked irritated. Side by side with his beautiful white wife and son, he continued, a six-year-old child.

"Quiet down first." the wife, calm her husband's anger.

"Explain to your parents!!" sniffed the young man.

"Dad, mother, brother Fahri just wanted to ask for my inheritance rights early. We want to open a business, if it works instead of the father and mother will also be happy," said Kinara, to Candra and Sumi.

"We're still alive!! Land and homes for sale? Then the money was split in two? If sold where do we live? Father's income is only from farming, what will we eat?" Candra sighed trying to calm down.

"Easy, half the money is used to rent a house and make a small stall." replied Kinara lightly.

"Kinara, father and mother are old, we have nothing left. What if my mom and dad are sick? Think also of your brother, who will get nothing.." Sumi's teary eyes held back tears, clasping tightly to the hands of the princess he grew up with his own two hands.

"Sister is not married!! No children yet!! There's no way she needs more than I need..." Kinara exhaled a rough breath of sitting leaning, comparing her life to that of her twin brother.

The poor? No, Fahri isn't very nice. But the sufficiency, the son of the village head across, has some land. Then why should he inherit from his in-laws?

Kinara silently smiled. Right, this is the woman's wish, wanting to open a boutique using a legacy she doesn't deserve. Cibiran, people who compare her to her brother Kanaya. The independent girl had a steady job in town, even sending money every month for her and her son.

Long ago when SMU her beautiful self was hailed by everyone. However, only Kanaya received praise. Perhaps by having her own business she will be considered as an independent woman who is more powerful than her brother, even at the expense of her parents though.

"But.." Sumi's words interrupted. Her husband began to rise, looking into her daughter's eyes.

"Do you still respect your father?" ask Candra.

"I respect Dad, but I just want to ask for my rights early. Is that wrong?" his tanned stare intently at his two parents.

The wrinkled hands that raised her loving daughter began to wipe away her tears.

The child who was taught to speak slowly now turned around to snap at him. The child he taught to walk, to step away from his parents. The child he fed lovingly, is now asking for something he says is right.

"Dad asked for time to talk to your sister." said Candra, trying to keep smiling.

His sturdy back, perhaps too tired to bend, hoeed the arid land. His legs are chapped, rough, may often hurt from walking a rocky path. Every day farmed, walking home staring at his two little daughters every day, relieving his fatigue.

His life spirit is now grown. An adult woman who is no longer known, although the figure of her little daughter is still hidden there. The princess he loved no matter what she did.

"I'm waiting for news from you" he said, drawing rough hands of Ega, his son. He walked closer to his grandmother. As if Kinara was unwilling, the grandmother touched her son's small hand.

"Mother still, misses Ega.." said Sumi Lirih, staring at her grandson's innocent face.

"Sell the house and the land first, then you can touch Ega!!" he snapped, pulling his son who began to cry missed the grandmother who helped raise him.

Is it wrong to touch her grandson's little fingers? The granddaughter he grew up loving. Even brewing, giving formula, fondling, when his daughter does not want to damage the shape of his chest. Beauty of body shape? That was the reason Kinara used to not want to breastfeed her own son, until the child was closer to the grandmother.

His beloved grandson, now withdrawn, on the grounds of not being approved asked for inheritance rights early. A treasure that was nothing, compared to the smile of his sweet grandson.

Silence, that's the moment that feels. Only a couple who looked down with their wrinkled faces, shed their tears, sat on a rattan chair sobbing without words.

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Fahri's pick-up car sped up, leaving the road broken, towards the wider village road. A fantastic precious car drove slowly considering the narrow village streets, passing by their pick up car. Fahri's eyes looked around, "Your sister is really jal*ng, who seduces rich bosses.." he sneered, observing a beautiful face that resembles his wife, in another car.

"What does that mean?" tanyakanya.

"No, ask your parents for more money. Your brother's been living a good life, engaged to a rich businessman's son, he doesn't need any more money" he said with a smile.

"True, you better ask for everything..." Kinara smiled. Pissed off? Of course, she used to be prettier, more proud. But why did her ugly sister, suddenly become a career woman, and get a rich man?

Living with treasure, like Cinderella, maybe that's what Kinara thinks, knowing her brother's engagement on television.

We are twins, but we have different fates. A rich, handsome man, like Daniel Ananta? Just worth it to himself. If only this son of a bitch didn't exist. Her fingers, the reflex of pinching her innocent child's thigh, paid no attention to the child's increasingly tight cry. Blaming an innocent child, for his own karma.

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"Go!! Take her home!!" Candra snapped at the city man before her. Staring at the pile of various cassava on the front porch of his house. While Kanaya sat in silence, the girl gasped for breath after helping Daniel take the cassava down from inside his car.

"I..this, cassava.I have to go, my stomach hurts!!" Daniel escaped not wanting to lift back 50 kg of cassava. And dozens of boxes of cassava in front of him.

"Hey, you bad boy!! The arrogant city people!! Our son, can't be bought with cassava!!" Candra shouted, chasing after Daniel who had been in a car that was driving.

Plangs...

The big cassava he threw right about Daniel's car.

"The cassava boy!!" annoyed.

Seriate

...The baby was flowing without a thread, the master was the one wearing the clothes. Take good care of him, give him affection, do not tire, even though drowsiness feels. Even when the pain torments him. Giving the baby food, making him smile is the main thing, the energizer for him...

...The old hand is still holding the hoe, feeling the harshness of the arid ground. Do not want to trouble their adult children, eat just that, just to survive...

...They want to see new seeds sprouting from their children. Something people say as grandchildren. Small spotted creatures, small buds adorn their old days...

Love your parents, when they are still around...

The author...