Abhimanyu : Pelakor Rentals
23. My Money is Not Enough

"I'd like to propose to your son."

The words of the husband of the man whose wife yesterday made trouble to the extent that Rara wanted to be betrothed to avoid him. Mama and Papa also must have realized as serious as what the situation was until Abhimanyu came with such a strong backing.

Papa repeatedly peeked at Mr. Minister's expression before giving Abhimanyu a word. "My good intention is to understand, son, but doesn't this Abhimanyu boy have a wife? It's nothing but we as parents wish our child the best. This one thing, the problem."

"My wife fled abroad."

Abhimanyu's answer was very short and minimal satisfactory explanation but really sitting near the Minister made a question in the mouth of Papa and Mama was swallowed into the stomach only.

"Abimanyu is his son in charge" said Mr. Minister. "We have known his family for a long time. If his first wife is troubled it is not always because Abhimanyu is lacking in attitude."

Papa laughed grimacingly. "Yes, sir."

The conversation continues and despite trying very subtly, Rara sees rejection from her parents. Even so Abhimanyu pretended not to know until finally both of Rara's parents gave up.

"What are you doing, son?" As they should, they should ask the child being proposed to. "You want to marry Abhimanyu?"

Rara felt strange because she was nervous, but this was a mutual agreement and arguably this proposal was the setting of the two of them. But why was his heart even pounding as if he was rightly proposed by his soul mate?

Rara's mouth was locked tightly and she just looked down. Three times the question is given and Rara remains silent which means she agrees.

*

In the evening the residence of Rara crowded visited by the family because of Abhimanyu's proposal that is too conspicuous. But Rara decided to lock herself in the room, not going down to meet anyone or wondering about anything.

Leaving her family busy, Rara contacts Abhimanyu.

"Of all your choices why apply for my room while bringing Menko Polhukam?!" sambar Rara instantly, even before Abhimanyu had said hello.

"If I bring the Minister of Finance later thought I would like to tell you the state money dowry," replied the man casually.

"WHO ASKED YOU TO JOKE?!" Rara was adamant, but her voice was also trying to be held back so that no one would know. Let them think Rara is sleeping soundly or depressed because she was forced to marry because the Minister who came to propose.

"Too a waste of time if you have to follow the proposal drama rejected." Abhimanyu answered seriously as he wished. "I'm the same way you agreed to get married. Manipulation of answers also includes execution of agreements."

"Yes, anyway." Rara sighed after that.

The girl's hand grabbed the doll nearby to be hugged tightly. Look at his room while contemplating something that might be the next problem.

"You said you were nawarin a big dowry and I had to be humble to refuse, right?" Plan is. "But what if my parents ask for a lot? Especially my other family also talked. You know this business is not just one head. Sometimes I ask for simple, but you know from the family do not want it simple."

Abhimanyu there was silent and then said, "You know what I mean, Mr Minister?"

"Make your mastiin not rejected." He alone knows the answer. "Emang why?"

"That means .. My limit is Mr. Minister."

Rara's stunned.

"You want a contract or not, marriage is marriage. Whatever the result will be, as long as I do not ignore 'Sir Minister' I think I can still."

*

"I'm sorry." That's what Rara first told Abhimanyu a week later they met.

Rara's face looks very guilty when Abhimanyu silently looks at the request list of Rara's family who if to be honest.

"My parents are usually not materialists, but it's just because you make them do not refuse, my mother became 'emotion'. Moreover, my family, from the side of my grandmothers, all ngusulin added this continues it."

"Especially because you brought Mr. Minister, they were so anxious you have a lot of money."

Indeed, he had a lot of money but really the list was not like a demand for dowry but rather malak, blackmail.

Abhimanyu, who saw the list, remained silent.

1). Gold 200 grams

2). Home certificate

3). Automobile

4). Diamond ring

5). Total party cost

7). A gift for the female family

Indeed it seems they are a bit 'emotional' when asking.

"We can cancel" said Rara, whose face was flushed with embarrassment. "Mending has a new plan. Don't get married like this. If I need to let me do it. You can't because you've brought the Minister but if I say I don't want to because I have a boyfriend, it must be void."

I swear, Rara's ashamed. Even he came here while enduring the embarrassment of stopping his heart. He did not think his family had even done so far, even though Rara had said he wanted to be simple.

But Rara's opinion doesn't want to be heard. An angry mother even said, "And he who forced you to be his own responsibility as a result!"

Mama did not approve but because of fear of being viewed negatively by state officials, they had to approve.

"You don't have to spend that much money. I know myself amazingly if I don't pantes. Don't beat up my family." This is how Rara would rather be blasphemed than live as a shameless human being.

Moreover, this is just a contract relationship. One day it will end. It's totally inappropriate.

"Rome."

Abhimanyu's call made the girl gasp tensely. "Yes?" Rara gulped when she saw Abhimanyu putting the paper on the table.

"My money is not enough."

Rara held her breath. Even Abhimanyu who has a residence this big to say the money is not enough?

"Sorry." Rara looked deeper. "Sorry, Abhimanyu. I really don't want to bother you so far."

"My money is just this." Abhimanyu reached out his cell phone and showed the account balance of several hundred million.

"This is not a sense, '" Rara said as she reached her family's request list. "Let me say I don't want this. There are many other ways to help each other than marriage doesn't make sense like this."

"I agree," Abhimanyu replied without hesitation. The man grabbed a cup of milk coffee on the table, sipping it quietly. "What if you tell your family, the gold is 500 grams but the handover for your family is lost?"

Heh? What did he say? Rara cengo looked at the man as he pointed towards the luad.

"Choose your own car in the garage," and then he points up, "the ring is on top," and his hand gestures and someone comes up with a map, "the certificate of his house here," and smiles, "and the party at my hotel. My money is not enough to buy for your family. I'd rather hold the gold directly."

Rara was speechless.

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