BILLIONAIRE SYSTEM
CHAPTERS 170
They got out of their car.
"Which one is his house, why all the same?" tanya Syafiq amazed.
"Is this possibly all hers?" ask the father.
Arriving at one of the houses, they rang the bell.
Dong ding!
Dong ding!
The door is open.
"Sorry who's looking?" ask the owner of the house.
"Do you know Jamal?" ask Syafiq.
"Jamal's misshapen sir huh?" ask the owner again.
Shafiq and the father looked at each other.
"Yes" nodded the father.
"Oh his house is the last one," said the mother.
"Okay Buk, thank you" said Syafiq.
"Yes together" the mother nodded at the door of her house.
"Disfucked? Hopefully it is him" said Syafiq.
"Yes" nodded the father, and they went to the house.
Dong ding!
Dong ding!
Ccr!
Door opens.
"What's wrong?" asked a middle-aged woman who seemed to be a maid in the house.
"Hm... Is the watchman home?" ask Syafiq.
"Who are you?" ask the woman again.
"Hm. we..," Shafiq looked at the father.
"We were friends, we heard that he was sick, so we wanted to pick him up" he said.
"Yes he was sick, but he didn't want to see anyone" the maid said.
"But we are worried about his current situation, we are very eager to meet him" the father pleaded.
"God! It turns out that the appeal of the father also did not work," said Syafiq laughing.
"It seems that with the current situation he does not want to meet anyone," said the father.
Shafiq looks around hoping he gets an idea. And he also walked towards the back of the house that followed the father from behind.
"Waaaahhhh, what a magnificent sight," said Syafiq.
Because behind his house is a lake that is the same width as the ocean.
Shafiq looked up at the building and saw a man on the 3rd floor balcony sitting in a wheelchair staring at the lake.
"Sir, may he be jamal?" tanya Syafiq pointed towards the man.
"Well, that's right" the father nodded.
"Hehehe. I have an idea" Syafiq said.
"Hay sir jamal!" shouts Syafiq.
The man looked around looking for the direction of the voice.
"Hey! we're here!" shafiq shouted across and opened his arms wide.
Jamal looked towards Shafiq.
"Sir Jamal, may I ask you something, can you come to the villa by the beach, I beg you, apologize to him, so that the villa can be occupied!" shouts Syafiq.
"Hey! What are you doing" said the father in shock.
"Whatever I will do, it is also for his good, I think he is also traumatized by his past" Syafiq said.
Mr. Jamal just kept silent Syafiq.
"Why is he not responding? Am I less than loud yelling huh?" ask Syafiq.
"PAK JAMAL, CAN YOU HELP ME APOLOGIZE WITH THE SPIRIT THAT WAS CHANTING IN THAT BEACHFRONT VILLA, IF YOU DO I AM VERY GRATEFUL AND THE WOMAN WILL NOT THRIVE AGAIN IN THE VILLA, I BEG THIS ALSO FOR THE GOOD OF THE FATHER, ESPECIALLY HIS KINDNESS, HE SAID, PITY HIM WHO CAN NOT BE SEPARATED FROM HIS PROBLEMS AND HE CAN NOT CALM DOWN, I BEG HIM TO REST IN PEACE, I KNOW FATHER MUST STILL LOVE HIM RIGHT!" shafiq shouted in a voice that was almost exhausted.
But jamal turned his wheelchair around and went into his house.
"God! he went into his house, my voice was in vain" complained Shafiq.
"You said it directly hit the target, of course he was sad," said the father.
"With him in I will shout him until he comes out, Satpamkan ngak also exist, meaning I am free to riot" said Syafiq.
"Sir Jamal, although the father has eliminated him, but deep down the father must have stored affection for the girl, otherwise, how the father like that at this time, the father must regret it, go back to the villa, apologize to him, I'm sure he will forgive you, or maybe you have something to say, or maybe he has something to say directly to you, if you want to come with us, " cried Syafiq again.
Jamal saw Syafiq from behind the window with tears, the maid when she wanted to close the door of her room, mr. Jamal banned him and he wanted to hear what the unknown man was talking about.
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