Don't Underestimate Me
Chapter 42

Glen did not focus on enjoying his lunch with his wife's children and also his business partner and best friend.

"Why sick?", asked Zea because she saw her papa just rummaging through the tomb on her plate.

"Gga dear!", replied Glen while grinning a smile at his daughter.

"Oh..kirain is sick!", said Zea and continued to eat.

"When are we back in town?", just Helen.

"Tomorrow at noon? If it's tonight, papa's tired. Later in the afternoon we take a walk to the square. There is usually some sort of impromptu market. Do you like to go to rich places so dear?"

"Yes? There's a night market?", asked Helen. He loved a party like that.

"Certainly Len. Especially this Sunday night, it will certainly be very crowded!", Andre followed the comments.

"OK!", said Helen.

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"Syam hasn't come home yet?", asked Sekar who saw his wall clock showed at two in the afternoon.

"A little later, Mom, her name is riding the same bike" replied Galuh who was reading an article on her flat object that discussed labor.

A few moments later, a loud voice sounded. Like something thrown.

Not lost to the shock of the mother and child, he saw Syam who immediately went up to his room without saying hello or greeting his mother and brother.

Shortly afterwards, the sound of the door slamming was heard from the room of Sham.

"Shyam..!", Sekar followed to his son's room. He knocked on the door of Sham's room.

"Syam, why are you son?", asked Sekar behind the door. Not knowing, the handsome boy who almost stepped on the teenager was crying while drowning his face in the pillow.

Because there was no word from his son, Sekar also came down to Galuh.

"Where's Mom? Why?", asked Galuh to Sekar.

"Neo knows Luh. Sham didn't open the door."

"Maybe Syam tired of riding his bike. Let's take a break first!"

Sekar and Galuh resumed their activities.

On the other hand, Lingga has just sent rice to the district mother market. He has a driver who usually transports his rice, but because the driver was sick Lingga was deigned to replace his duties. After all, the one who put down the sack rice was not himself.

Lingga passed in front of the factory owned by Glen, he accidentally passed Glen's car that would enter the inn near the factory. Because Glen's car was about to enter the gate, Lingga stopped his dump truck.

When Lingga stopped, he received a call from his wife who said that if Sham went home from school, he went straight to the room like never before who would always greet him.

Lingga also tried to calm his wife on the grounds that maybe Syam tired of going to school on a bike.

Without Lingga knowing, there was a figure who was watching him. Glens! The man was standing next to the door of Lingga's car.

Linga was surprised to see Glen there. Not afraid, but he was reluctant to deal with such an asshole.

"Down!", glen's ink on the Linga. The phallus came down from his truck. The porters behind the sontak came down when they saw his boss coming down because someone asked him to come down.

Glen looked quickly at the Lingga people who looked well. The body is not large, but their muscles are printed and do not forget their shiny body because of sweat reflected by the twilight sun.

"So, this is your job in this village?", asked Glen in an understated tone Lingga.

"Yes. There's a problem?", said flat Linga.

"So is your attitude with your om?", asked Glen annoyedly.

Glen had guessed, if Sham was in this village it means Lingga is also here!

"Abang, bang Linga!", cried Zea while running towards Lingga.

"Ze...Zea?", Lingga was quite surprised that Zea was here as well. The girl approached Lingga and hugged her longing. Shortly thereafter, Helen approached the Linga.

"Tante Helen!", greeting Lingga to her aunt. Helen didn't know anything. He just stared at the phallus from head to toe.

"You left the house, left everything to be like this Ga?", asked Helen softly.

Linga smiled thinly, whatever the assumption of what kind of tantenya. He doesn't care anymore!

"Lingga happy Aunt. Me and my wife and my family, happy even though there is no treasure from papa!", replied Lingga.

His men did not expect that his boss was a rich man long ago. Whereas what they know for the last three years they worked on Linga, Linga fought hard to get to the point now.

"Sorry Aunt, Ze...Brother must go home first!", said Lingga say goodbye to Aunt and her cousin but not with his om.

"Where do you live? Zea still wants to be with you!", whine Zea. His little cousin was still the same, spoiled with him.

"The House of ugly Brother Ze. Next time!", he said, rubbing his cousin's head.

Lingga was astonished by his change of om which was increasingly arrogant since knowing that he had a sham from the woman he harassed.

"Lho, Mr. Lingga!", said Andre to Lingga. Lingga knows Andre well because Andre had ordered many bricks on Lingga during the expansion of the factory.

"Sir Andre!", greet Lingga politely.

"Glen, you know the boss?", asked Andre to his best friend. It was not Glen who answered, it was Zea.

"The lingga Abang Zea, om!", Zea said to Andre. Andre knitted his brows, puzzled!

"Sorry Mr. Andre, we'll excuse you!", said Lingga. Then he approached Zea who seemed reluctant to stay.

"Abang!", whine Zea.

"Next time, we meet again Ze!", Lingga patted Zea's cheek gently.

"Lingga..mante first!", said Lingga to Helen who still did not want to greet her gently. The two were so close to each other.

The phallus leaves the Tantenya family. Followed by his men who went back into the dump truck.

The man pressed the horn sign greeting them.

"Areally Zea's cousin? Lo dong's nephew?", asked Andre to Glen.

"To be exact, Helen's niece, Dre!"

Andre nodded in understanding.

"See he's great! You see he is indeed talented and from the descent of a great person!", praise Andre who does not know what problems afflict the Glen family.

"Great what? He's just a dump truck driver!", said Glen. Andre looked over and laughed softly.

"Are you his brother? Time doesn't know?", asked Andre.

Helen, Glen and Zea immediately turned to Andre. Andre who was seen as horror like that was wrong.

"Seriously? You don't know?", asked Andre again. There was no response from Helen or Glen.

"Gue tell me. Mr. Lingga, the rice master is here. He's got a rice mill. His vegetable garden was plentiful, he also became a supplier of vegetables and rice to the cities. Not to mention the brick and stone factories. Even what I heard, he also had the same minimarket cafe in the city. Great yes, still young but the business fields are amazing!", praise Andre.

"Really???", asked Helen.

"Yes. And what I'm telling you, the man who has contributed to the repair of this road is yes it was. Your nephew. So great! I was amazed by him!", said Andre again.

Glen was quite surprised to hear that. Helen herself thought differently. He had to tell Gita if Lingga was okay after he came out of the Arya Saputra residence.