Bride For Mr. Taxa
She who?

Just as Taksa led Ana into the floor of the wooden ornate Villa, the young girl's eyes did not stop circulating. Even every side of the corner of the room was caught by his sense of sight.

"Whoa, Mr. Taxa. These big villas, who lives? Cook the contents of all the waiters?"

"You don't wander, if the road looks ahead, later if you hit a wall or a pole, right, sick."

Taksa stopped his steps. He could not stand the hick that Ana showed him. He held the two cheeks of the girl and then turned them to focus on looking forward.

The action of Taxa definitely made Ana gasp. But what power, this is indeed the fault of Ana who is too kampungan.

It did not last long, the two continued their steps again. Right at the end of the hallway of the main room, a female nurse bowed respectfully to Taksa, as the flat-faced man entered the large, high-door room.

This time, Anna was just quietly standing on the back side of Taksa. There was a different view in the room. A fifty-year-old doctor was sitting on the edge of a beautiful bed, having just finished his examination of his patients.

The patient is none other than Grandpa Taksa. The seventy-one-year-old man was lying weakly on his magnificent bed.

Zira, the butler with the face of Sangar, came to follow Taksa and reported on his Grandfather's progress these past few days.

"Big master is very hard to eat, sir. He always said he wouldn't eat before you came."

Instead of answering Zira, Taksa walked forward to the side of the bed and communicated with his family doctor,

"How's my grandfather doing, Dok?"

"Oh, son of the taxa. Your grandfather was fine, his tension was normal, his heart rate was too, fine. Only, he looks weak. The waiter said that your grandfather went on a hunger strike, so, yeah, here's the result."

The taxa are still silent. His gaze was on the old body lying on the bed. Shortly a sigh was heard from the man's mouth.

He sat up and touched the back of his Grandpa's hand.

Sensing the Grandson's existence, made the old man open his eyes.

"Yes, Grandpa. It's me, Taksa."

"Who are you here with? Selena, huh? Whereabouts? Introduce to Grandpa. Grandpa wants to see Grandpa's granddaughter-in-law too."

"Yes,Daddy. Later Taksa introduced. Now Grandpa eat first, huh?"

"don't want. Grandpa wants to meet Grandpa's granddaughter-in-law."

There was an upset breath coming from Taksa's mouth. The stubbornness of the Grandfather was enough to make the emotions of men who did not know the word 'patience' began not to feel uncomfortable.

She looked at Ana then sniffed her chin, asking the girl to come closer.

"Grandfather, introduce this, Ana."

"Greetings, Cake. My name is Andriana, Grandpa can call me, Ana."

Rainer's eyes looked flat as the young girl introduced herself. There was a sense of dislike emanated from the meaning of his gaze.

"How old are you?" one strange question sentence from the man, enough to make a sense of discomfort to Taksa and Ana.

"S-I am seventeen years old, Kek," Ana replied stammeringly.

"Hey Taksa, can't you choose a woman? Cook you like ABG kids, anyway? No match!"

Taksa just lowered his head, not because of disappointment or sadness but was laughing amusedly at the words of the Grandfather. Ana who still did not understand the form of interaction between her granddaughter and Grandfather was just scowling astonished at being a spectator in their midst.

"Didn't Grandpa say, if this is more cool, Grandpa. Grandma was also younger than Grandpa, right, marriage time."

Hahahahahaha, the sound of laughter that just came out of the two men of different generations. The strange atmosphere made Ana wonder, what is funny about this introduction?