Shackles of Love, Mr. Duda
Debt or Credit

...~Happy Reading~...

“Hey Duren, you should pay I expensive expensive okay! See your duck I turned into a goose that is so beautiful,” Bara said when he brought Nasya out of the boutique to meet Adnan.

For a while, Adnan was still speechless not responding to Bara's remarks. His eyes had only focused on Nasya's new appearance. Very different from the previous one.

If before, Nasya always wear long or short jeans and shirts only. Now, I don't know the wind from where Bara can dress her a simple code nude. There is nothing special about this dress. However, for some reason so in use by Nasya looks so luxurious and elegant. In fact, the girl now looks even more radiant.

“Pak, this run out later on sale again yah.” Nasya said half a whisper to Adnan.

Adnan immediately turned to Nasya, a face that initially looked so amazed by Nasya's new appearance, now suddenly turned into a shrivel because it did not understand what the girl meant.

“Why?” ask Adnan.

“Mahal Sir, Nasya saw his price bandrol. The price is two months of my salary,” whine Nasya as if not willing to wear the dress.

“This is just wrong sir. Not Nasya! Nasya does not want to cut the salary to pay for this shirt, the father himself is the victim, so the father who has to pay, do not cut Nasha's salary, do not want to know, anyway—“

“Enough, diem!” adnan said he immediately put his index finger on Nasha's lips to stop blabbing.

“We, pick up another child. Because at two o'clock I have to leave again to the office.” Imbuh Adnan, as if hypnotized Nasya immediately nodded his head with eyes that continued to stare at the face of his boss.

“Heh Duren! Jahara you, why should romantic pretentious in front of I, huh!” bara's exclamation arrived to snort making Adnan and Nasya instantly realized from his brief daydream.

“Whispering!” cetus Adnan, then he immediately got into the car after opening the door for Nasya.

“Pak!” call Nasya when Adnan has run his car to school.

“Why?” adnan asked without looking at Nasya.

Tiiiiinnnnnnnn!!

The honking sound of some vehicles behind Adnan was quite loud. Of course they were upset, because Adnan suddenly stopped by the roadside, without turning on the penny lamp first.

Dugm!

“Mr, sakiitt ahh!” exclaimed Nasya directly touched his forehead shaped dashboard.

“So what did you say?” adnan asked in disbelief.

“Bapak owes?” said Nasya repeated his question, “Headily earlier father came out so just keep bringing Nasya run away.” Her booze is plain.

“So in your opinion, we're a blur?” hiss Adnan shook his head, but Nasya nodded his head.

“Where there is, the history of his people run away but say goodbye first!” adnan said holding back his growl.

“Oh yes. Nasya just inget, we were saying that we were even joking. When do you pay him? What don't don't—“

“He already holds my credit card, Nasya. So stop talking that is not clear!” adnan said directly cutting Nasya's speech.

“Oh, means father of credit to mas what mis Bara earlier. Ah I don't know Nasya dizzy,” complained Nasya thinking about the name of the owner of the boutique, “But by talking about paying it in installments how many months sir? But don't cut Nasha's salary, sir. Later Nasya laundry deh this run out so that it can be behind, gapapa loss a little rather than having to pay installments a few months. Or even a few years!” his strangles surprised himself, imagining he had to nibble his clothes to Bara over the next few years.

Not what, the problem was that Nasya used to have friends in the village. Which his parents had a business credit goods. Goods that cost under five million, installments up to one year. Moreover, the clothes like the one Nasya wore, which cost Nasya two months salary or about ten million. It can be annual, no. That's what Nasya thinks, it turns out that in Jakarta there are also many who sell loans.

...~To be Continue~...