Don't Force Us to Get Married!
Down Building

Wilda gave a small smile to Dimas.

"Welcome to join, Mr. Dimas," said the woman.

"Thank you" said Dimas.

"Dimas, this is Wilda, the secretary you mean," Asberto introduced the woman to her son.

Dimas returned a fleeting female smile.

"Ah yes, sir. I'm here to ask for the signature of the master who delayed him last day. And it's gotta be signed right now." Wilda thrust out some of the files he had in his hand.

Asberto checked the file, read it at a glance. After that, he signed the file. Dimas noticed how his papa worked. It was not as difficult as he imagined.

After signing the file, Asberto gave it to Wilda again.

"This is my signature for the last time. Next, you can get Dimas's autograph."

Wilda nodded in understanding. "Good, sir. Then excuse me."

"Please."

Wilda moved from there, leaving the room.

"It looks easy, but it's not as easy as you might imagine, too, Dimas. You should be careful before signing the papers. Because once you take a wrong step, the bet is the company. Understood!?" Asberto tried to warn.

"Good, pa. I must remember papa's message. To be careful in taking steps."

"good. Then, we'll go down this building. Because this is the first time you've set foot here. Come on."

Dimas followed his papa's steps. It looks like it will be fun to walk around every corner of the room in this building. The elevator door was already open, Asberto had already stepped in, but Dimas's gaze was suddenly fixed on a secluded room that was roughly thirty meters away from where it had stood.

"Let's hurry, Dimas," cried Asberto before the elevator door closed.

"Ah yes, pa. What room is that? How about we go to that room before we go upstairs?" fresh Dimas.

"No, it's a warehouse. Let's hurry."

Instead of getting into the elevator, Dimas was getting riveted there.

"What room is that really? It doesn't seem like a warehouse. Is there something there?"

Dimas became curious about the room he saw. Until finally he was realized as soon as his papa pulled his wrist to quickly enter.

***

While elsewhere, Sora chose to take a morning walk around the house. It's good to be fresh, rather than staying at home that makes it feel stuffy. Moreover, he had received threats in the form of punishment from the father-in-law, even though it was because of his carelessness as well.

"Little threats, punishments, threats, punishments. How could Dimas be his son?" thought the woman.

"If I were Dimas, I'd rather lose my facilities, get out of that hell house, and it wouldn't matter if I wasn't considered a child."

"I want to get out of that house without waiting for Dimas to have enough money to buy a house. I still have a little savings. It does not matter living in a small house, which is important to be comfortable without the demands of this rule. I need to talk to Dimas again about this. If Dimas stays strong and chooses to stay here for the next three months, then I'll stick to my stance, which is to get out of this house."

Sora continued his steps again intending to go home alone. The sun was getting higher, and he felt very thirsty.

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