
Farrel Pratama grumbled in his heart, how not a moment ago he just finished following the board meeting. The Father announced bad news for him, but this would definitely sound as good news in the ears of the Mother. He's convinced this is Dad and Mom's plan to keep him out of touch.
After the same out of the meeting room earlier he followed the steps of Mr. Pratama Nugraha the owner of PT Pratama entered his room.
"You should get married this year too, otherwise I'll cross your name off this company's list of shareholders. Remember you won't get a penny of treasure from Dad, all you'll leave to your sister."
Rr!!!!!!
Crazyaaaaa!!!!!!!
Hororrrrrr!!!!!!!
Boyfriend only he doesn't have at this time how to get married. Her father was really favoritism. It's good that his brother who just joined the company 4 years will get a lot of inheritance, while he who has helped build the company for 7 years has not got anything.
Indeed his parents have asked him to marry from a few years ago because his age will now enter the number 29 years. Mature enough to build a household. But the failure of his romance several years ago because the lover who was dating for 3 years of cheating made him traumatized and reluctant to foster relationships again with PMS creatures aka women.
"Dad can't do it dong." debating the word said the father.
"Eits.can dong. The father who founded and built this company kept going as it is now."
"Yes, but that's not it....Father must be fair to the children of father. I've been helping you for 7 years and also taking care of this company." apparently again.
"Ga fair how the hell. I'm just asking you to marry Farrel so you stop playing with those obscure women. Father's decision has been unanimous, you must get married this year also because next year in March your sister will be married "
"Please father." beg Farrel.
"No please please Farrel. Do you need to mate with one of our business partner's children?" bargain dad.
"Yes the time of Siti Nurbaya in a mate."
"Yes yes Farrel knows, I go first." Farrell went out and headed for his room.
Sitting limp in a chair with a tie that was no longer because he felt frustrated.
Fix he gave up arguing the father free won't win. Complaining to his mother was not the right solution, which was increasingly cornered not defended. From this moment on he must pray, teach, pray, and pray so that God will send down a beautiful wingless angel for him.
Sighing and forgetting for a moment the thing that makes his head mumet seven climbs seven derivativesππ. Opens roomchat on his phone.
Gesrek Group (Farrel and his 3 best friends named Juan, Daffa, and Hendra)
Daffa: "Bro bro so we hang out?"
Juan:"Be happy to use it again you are rich enough girl"
Daffa: "Calm bro, play gas aje nih. Ga dapet ration yes you from biniπππ."
Juan : "π‘"
Farrel: "Be it, I must be at 4 o'clock from the office. Don't ngaret ye at 5 udh on nyampe."
Hendra: "ready to king πππ."
Juan: "Ok Rail."
Daffa: "Ok."