Don't Underestimate Me
Chapter 10

The phallus descended from his room into the dining room. There was a father and his mother.

"For ma, pa!", as for Linga.

"Beloved morning!", replied mama Lingga. But not with his papa. His face looked grim and upset that his crown son did not go home yesterday.

"Where were you yesterday?", asked Arya.

"To Xxx district!", replied Lingga. He sat next to his mother.

"What business are you doing there? After all, who do you meet in a village like that!?"

Linga took a deep breath and looked at her face. Actually, he wanted to say the truth. But looking at history as to what the nature of the papa, Lingga chose to be silent.

"Important mission pa!", replied Lingga. Her mother put rice and side dishes on a Lingga plate. A few months ago, the parents had just visited Canada. It is natural that the two of them are not too enthusiastic when the youngest comes home.

"You knew? Yesterday Om Beni and his family came here, waiting for your return? Butwhat? You didn't even tell us anything. Make shame!", snapped Arya. Her mother just rubbed Arya's arm gently so that the husband was more patient.

"Om Beni is a papa guest, there is no connection with Linga!", replied Lingga with a flat expression.

"So your words! You know, Shiena can match you. And papa does not want to know, you will soon be engaged!", continued Arya again.

The phallus squeezed both his hands under the table. He's tired of his life always being set up like this. He is no longer an ABG who is afraid to be uprooted from his entire facility like he used to be. Linga is a young entrepreneur who even all businesses want to work with.

"Enough Pa! A tired phallus is always a papa doll! Let the Linga determine the future of the Linga itself!", said Linga slowly but confidently.

"What are you talking about?", Arya got up from her seat. Her mother held her back so that papa would not do anything rude to the youngest.

"Linga is an adult. It is no longer a child who must obey all Papa's decisions!", replied Lingga.

"Oh, you're arrogant now? Already able to stand on your own feet, so?!", asked Arya.

"Pa, Linga honors papa. But papa must also respect the decision of the Linga. I'm not a kid anymore that you can manage. Not thirty years old enough to be a papa doll? I also want to find my own happiness pa!", said Lingga did not want to lose.

"Based on a brash kid!", Arya pulled the collar of a Lingga shirt roughly.

Plakkkp.....

White cheeks Lingga to reddened by the slap of his papa.

"Papa, don't have to play rough like this pa!", mama tried to break up.

"Continue! Keep on thinking about your youngest son! It's been great him, can fight papa! Mama see right?", Arya yelled at his wife. The mother was quite surprised to hear the screams from her husband.

"Don't snap at Mama!", said Lingga.

"That's enough! You guys just met. Why should you fight like this?", said mama trying to mediate.

"Tell your son Ma! Don't fight the old man. It's your job to obey what parents say! All parents want the best for their children! Mama told me that mom's son was already great!"

Arya left the dining table. Mother and child at the dinner table. His mother asked Lingga to drink water first. At least to calm his feelings.

"Darling, why are you? Same story mama!", Mama was gentle with Linga. Mama's calm attitude is always a cooler for Lingga or his papa.

"I don't want to be in a soul mate, Ma. I'm a grown man! I can decide my own future ma."

"Whatever you know, you're close to Shiena. Why should you refuse to be matched with him? She's beautiful, well-educated and equal to our family Ga."

"I'm just friends with Shiena. No more!", said Lingga firmly.

"But mama heard it for herself, Shiena likes you a long time."

Yes, Lingga knows that Shiena did like him a long time ago. The two met at the same college in Canada. But to Linga, Shiena was just a friend. Nothing more. Although repeatedly a Shiena expressed her feelings for the phallus figure.

Perhaps having felt that there was only a dead end, Shiena asked her parents to match Lingga to Shiena.

"I never liked Shiena ma. I hope, mama understands!", said Lingga and then rose from his chair. Her mother also stood up.

"I'll be in the apartment ma, I'm sorry Lingga ya ma!"

The cup! Linga kissed her mother's forehead. Then he left the dining room without looking at his mother again.

After all, her mother was a very precious woman to her.

"Burhan!", call Lingga to the driver.

"Every young master!", Sahut Burhan. He opened the door for the phallus.

"Where are we going young master?", asked Burhan.

"Keep in the habit of calling me Mas from now on. Don't be young master!", said Linga.

"Okay young master, uh. mas Lingga!", said Burhan.

"We're going to the apartment. After that to Aunt Helen's office!", go to Lingga.

"Ready!", replied Burhan.

Linga stared at the streets that looked stuck everywhere. He chose to open the window when he was in the traffic light. His eyes caught the figure of a woman riding a matic bity motorcycle.

The face of a woman he thought was no stranger. Although only met for two days in a row with the woman, did not make the eyes of Lingga forget the figure of a beautiful woman he married accidentally eight years ago.

The phallus wanted to call the woman, but the light was already green. The bike was already running.

"Burhan, go after that bity biker Han!", ask Lingga to Burhan. A confused Burhan just drove his car as usual.

"Which motor is Mas?", asked Burhan.

"That's the one with the bike and the dark blue shirt!", point to Lingga again. But the motor turned. While the car Lingga can not pursue let alone turn around.

"Damn it!", lumps Linga. Even a guilty Burhan could only apologize to his master.

"Sorry, sorry!", said Burhan. The phallus does not understand it. He was just massaging his temple.

"I read the license plate number. If you really need to be with the owner of the vehicle, why don't we just ask the same Samsat office!", said Burhan.

The phallus immediately rose from its seat. He felt Burhan's idea was quite brilliant.

"All right! Now get over there! To Aunt Helen's apartment and office we postpone!", Burhan nodded obediently.

Thank God he accepted my idea, inner Burhan. He didn't want to be fired for a trivial matter like this.