Casanova Dipinang Sholeha
Your child

That afternoon after the dhuhur prayer in the mosque Alex returned to his room. Face beaming. Sometimes Alex sees a ring on her ring finger. Smilingly. I feel like there is an owner of the heart. Not alone anymore. Although it used to be a predator but now it has been tamed by its master.

"Boss a smile, is it because the price of oil on the market is falling back?" asked Kenan who suddenly nongol and tailed behind his Boss.

"What does oil price have on me?" ask Alex.

"As the father of the household was the boss, especially if the price of chili rose, the husband color can be bought" replied Kenan.

"I'm not that poor" Alex said.

"That's because the boss used to live a good life, try looking down, if the price of chili, onions, oil, and eggs rose, the husband of many stress bosses," said Kenan.

"You must be crazy Kenan a lot" Alex said.

"Yes too, but I'm more stressed if asked which clothes bagusan wife Mas?" kenan.

"What's difficult? Just buy all," Alex said with the sultan's solution. No need to bargain alot. Wholesale all ma his brothers.

"That's the boss, doesn't happen to me. Later choose clothes A, say Mas this less this, I recommend the B, but this one is too this way, one hour is not enough just choose A or B, uh ..., there's a C, the dizzy I'm the boss" Kenan complained.

"Eat him to be a rich man, you just stay swipe, sorted," said Alex.

"Pengen Boss, but keep knocking my destiny, have tried to wake up earlier than the chicken, still wind in the chicken pegged," said Kenan.

"That means your poverty is eternal, accept your fate" Alex said.

They continued to talk throughout the hallway on the 25th floor. Until he got into his study. In Alex he began to do his work. His company is engaged in property. But it has hospitality and tourism. Alex is used to taking care of his work to monitor the field. Even looking for a location.

That afternoon Mr. Ferdi suddenly entered his room. His face looks cold. Looked at Alex sharply. It was as if full of burning anger. Alex just stared at him.

"What else do you want here?" ask Alex ketus.

"You crazy? Spending the company billions on Sophia?" ask Mr. Ferdi.

"Why indeed?" ask Alex.

"Yesterday I asked for money, you didn't give me a penny, but for Sophia, you even spent more" replied Mr. Ferdi.

"She's my wife, teach me to forgive her" Alex argued.

"Efface? For a long time he was a parasite for you," said Mr. Ferdi.

"Parasites? You're the one who parasitized me," Alex said.

Braak ...

Alex's desk hit Mr. Ferdi. He was upset with his eldest son.

"A stupid, useless child, sorry I raised you" said Mr. Ferdi.

"Bred me? It was my grandfather who raised me" Alex replied.

Mr. Ferdi is upset. He pulled Alex's collar, clenched his hand. I'd hit Alex but got stuck.

"I should have let you die on the street instead of making you sultan" said Mr. Ferdi.

Alex just smiled cynically not caring about Mr. Ferdi's words.

"Hit, you dare!" alex's orders.

Mr. Ferdi took his hand off Alex's collar. Lowering his fist. Then out of Alex's room.

Braaaq ...

Alex's door was slammed with all his might.

Alex was silent. It is common to face his father who continues to whine asking for money for gambling, drinking and playing women.

"Astagfirullah" said Alex. He went back to work. Look at the laptop screen in front of him. While remembering Sophia's face to expel her annoyance.

***

At a gambling house Mr. Ferdi was busy gambling with his friends. He looks moody. Uninspired. His friends laughed at his disheveled face. Not usually, even he did not drink alcohol as usual.

"Ferdi, why?"

"It's a mess."

"Alex is getting brash," replied Mr. Ferdi.

"How insolent?"

Mr. Ferdi told me what happened to him. He did not accept Alex did not give him money while in Sophia he was willing to pour money with a lot of money.

"Leg if bucin is that."

"What do girls want to be followed."

"Are you still asking for rich money from SD?"

"What do you mean?" ask Mr. Ferdi.

"You should be the one leading the company, so you can use the money as you please."

"Judge till our morning."

Mr. Ferdi was silent. Thinking about the words of his friends. True as well, if he were to lead the company he could use the money as he pleased.

Suddenly Mr. Ferdi stood up leaving the gambling table.

"Where's Ferdi going?"

"It's still noon, you got a lot of money?"

"There is important business" replied Mr. Ferdi.

His friends just put their thumbs up.

Mr. Ferdi came out of the gambling house. He drove his car to the Sebastian family mansion.

Arriving home, Mr. Ferdi walked to the back of the house. Looking for his father who was relaxing while looking at the plants in the small garden he planted himself. Mr. Ferdi approached him.

"Assalamu'alaikum," said Mr. Ferdi, acting in good manners. Usually not at all.

"Wa'alaikumsallam" said Grandpa David.

Mr. Ferdi grabbed Kekek David's hand and kissed him. Then sit in a chair. Next to Grandpa David.

"Tumben do you have Ferdi's manners?" ask Grandpa David.

"Papa can, Fertikan always respect Papa," replied Mr. Ferdi.

Grandpa David nodded. He knows what Mr. Ferdi would be like if he had any. This sort of thing has become a tradition.

"What do you want? no need to get stale," said Grandpa David.

"Papa knows," said Mr. Ferdi.

"You can't be sweet like this if you don't want to" said Grandpa David honestly.

"Look Pa, Alex is using the company's money at will, to billions, it harms the company," said Mr. Ferdi.

"Why is he using billions?" ask Grandpa David.

"For Sophia it's Pa" replied Mr. Ferdi.

"If it were natural for his wife, then it should be, then" replied Grandpa David.

"But Pa, Alex spoils Sophia too much, what is the fate of Papa's company, if Alex can not manage the company's money," said Mr. Ferdi. He deliberately provoked Grandpa David to eat his words.

"So what do you want?" grandpa asked David so casually.

"Give me a chance to lead Pa's company" said Mr. Ferdi.

Grandpa David was silent for a moment. He thought of Mr. Ferdi.

"You are still gambling, drunk and playing women, which might lead the company" said Mr. Ferdi frankly.

"Pa, I'm Papa's son, it should be my company that leads not that obscure child" Ferdi said in a fit of rage.

"The child is unclear? You meanwhat?" ask Grandpa David.

Mr. Ferdi fell silent immediately. His emotions instantly subsided. He stands. Leaving Grandpa David.

"Ferdy!" call Grandpa David. But Mr. Ferdi kept walking away from him.

Mr. Ferdi went upstairs. Go into his room. Close the door of the room hard.

Braaaq ...

Mr. Ferdi walked to the bed. Then drop him.

"Just came looking for a storm," said Ms. Marisa who was dressing up in front of the dresser. Prepare to meet with socialite mothers.

Mr. Ferdi immediately sat down to hear his wife talk ketus to him.

"You discipline your son" said Mr. Ferdi.

"What do you mean?" ask Marisa's mother.

"Alex Sebastian, your son" replied Mr. Ferdi.

"What happened to Alex?" ask Marisa's mother.

Mr. Ferdi got out of bed. Approaching Marisa's Mother. He's standing behind her. Holding Marisa's mom's shoulder. Talk in his ear.

"He can't be regulated anymore" said Mr. Ferdi.

Marisa's mother took Mr. Ferdi's hand off her shoulder. Turning to look towards him.

"What do you mean I don't understand?" ask Marisa's mother.

"Marisa, I married you back then just because we needed each other. I need a wife to fulfill my father's request, and you get a father for the baby you bear" said Mr. Ferdi.

"Why are you talking about that, didn't we promise not to talk about it?" ask Marisa's mother.

"Alex has gone too far, I asked for money but like begging in my father's own office" said Mr. Ferdi.

"That's because you spent your money on useless things" said Ms. Marisa.

Mr. Ferdi was angry. Showing her index finger to Marisa's mother's face.

"You yourself what? Every day it is usual to shop, frolicking," refuted Mr. Ferdi.

Marisa's mother fell silent. What Mr. Ferdi said is true.

"If you can't manage your son, I'll arrange it my own way, remember that!" threaten Mr. Ferdi.

Marisa's mother fell silent. The threat scared her enough. Mr. Ferdi has never been that angry with him. Even though they live like each other. But Mr. Ferdi never bothered him.