Don't Underestimate Me
Chapter 7

A handsome man had just entered a luxurious car. He had just arrived in Indonesia after eight years in Canada.

It was Hans Arlingga. A handsome and well-established man who is now a CEO at a large company owned by his family. Because he had raised his family company in Canada, he returned to Indonesia to continue the company he led because the father had wanted to retire.

Linga looked at the streets of the capital that had changed a lot since she left it eight years ago.

"Young Master, are you going straight to the residence of Lord Arya?", asked the driver.

Because the driver has been told if Lingga already has his own apartment before he returned to this country.

"How about we go straight to Xxx town!? You are tired?", asked Lingga to a driver whose age is not much different from his.

"City Xxx? Far away sir?", he asked.

"Buruan, if you want please. If you don't let me drive this car myself!", tell Lingga.

"Yes, sir, ready! But...!", Burhan hung his sentence.

"But what?"

"What if the master and mistress are waiting for you to return to the main house?", Burhan was worried because he knew very well what his great master was like.

"Tell me what it is! I took you there!", replied Lingga.

"If you ask what business to Xxx city how is the young master?"

Lingga let out a long sigh then his eyes glared at the sight of the capital. Which only consists of the ranks of buildings and cars that pass by.

"Tell me if I want to meet someone in the village." Burhan nodded in a sign of understanding.

The journey to the village in the city of Xxx took six hours. Lingga's memory is nostalgic where he had been around the area for approximately two months.

And in the last days of the village, he had an unforgettable experience to this day.

"Is this really the path of young master?", asked Burhan.

"Yes, be straight! Later when we meet the post kamling, we stop!", pinta Lingga. Burhan understood.

If this road was still rocky and badly damaged, now it is on hotmix asphalt. It looks more alive and there are already many houses on the left right of the road. But there is still a plantation area belonging to one of the factories at the end of the village.

"Gubug or kamling post Young master?", asked Burhan. The car was moving slowly.

"Yes, either the post or the gubug. Stop that!"

Burhan stopped his car and pulled over to the front of the car. Burhan deliberately did not turn off the lights seinnya so that people remain vigilant to pass at a fairly steep turn.

Linga got off her car. The handsome man took off his black glasses. Both of his hands he put in his pants pocket.

The huck has not changed at all. Even though it has been years but the condition is still the same. It is still worth wearing even though it is a little dirty because the mural paintings of the village children are possible.

The phallus is busy reminiscing about its past. While Burhan was busy by a series of questions from his great master because the crown prince had not yet reached his palace.

Like a briefing from Lingga, Burhan also told the truth if he was in the city of Xxx.

It was only natural that Arya was furious. The phone number of his son and the driver can not be contacted, know already in another city.

"Have you? We continue there!", point at the Linga with its chin.

"Well young master!", Burhan opened the door for Linga. After that, he returned to the passenger seat. When Burhan was preparing to drive a car, he was forced to pause for a while because there was a motorbike passing. Burhan chose to find it safe so as not to cause friction between cars and two-wheeled vehicles considering the road is small and cornering.

Lingga had slightly forgotten the road to the house he had stopped at first. There have been many changes. The luxury car is enough to steal the attention of the people around the road.

"Wouldn't that be true young master? There doesn't seem to be any more houses!", asked Burhan.

"Just straight. Later if there is a power pole, we park there!", ink Lingga. Burhan as a driver just nodded. The electric pole that was made a benchmark by Lingga was already visible. Burhan stopped his car and parked in the area. Without opening the door, the Lingga went down first. His eyes were immediately fixed on the simple house up there.

The path through his expensive shoes looks muddy and unkempt. But something caught the attention of Lingga, there are motorcycle wheels that seemed to have just passed.

Burhan followed his master behind. In his heart, Burhan felt confused as to where his young master was going and who he was meeting.

Linga knocked on the door of Galuh's house. But he didn't realize the house was uninhabited. Fortunately, there were people passing from the upper forest.

"Excuse me, find who?", asked the citizen to Lingga.

"I am looking for is..em.I mean Bu Sekar and Galuh sir!", replied Lingga. The citizen scrunched his eyebrows.

"Search for Bu Sekar Galuh? Wow, it has been a long time since communication with them, huh? They moved from here a long time ago. How many times is it? Seven what eight years it is. I graduated High School."

The phallus swallowed its coarse salivation. Somehow his chest felt tight like a big rock.

"Father knows where they are?", asked Lingga. The citizen shook his head.

"This house was empty for a long time. But as far as I know, Galuh likes to come back here. Even if it's only once a year, all alone."

The phallus seems to think. So is Burhan who is curious about the figure his young master is looking for.

"I used to stay here sir. Maybe you remember. Students who KKN in the village of Xxx eight years ago when his father still sir Sutisna?"

The people seemed to be remembering.

"Yes, but I forgot the same!", replied the father.

"I guess I can get into this house, no sir? Well, when there's a clue where they are now? I ask you to accompany the father so that there is a witness that I will not steal or anything like that sir....!"

"Heheh can do it. What to steal from this house. The house is empty. There is no precious stuff. But how do I. I do not want to help, but this is not my home!", said the resident.

Linga reached into his pants pocket, lucky he pocketed pink money. Lingga immediately shook the citizen's hand with ping color money that three sheets. Pretty tempting, right?

"Help me sir?" said Lingga pleading. Burhan could not believe that his young master was so determined to enter the rickety house.

Because his faith was tempted, he finally helped Lingga to enter the rickety house without damaging the key because the condition of the door was damaged.

The phallus entered the simple house. It was exactly the same as when he stayed here.

His eyes turned to the room he used to rest in before he returned to the city.

"It's Galuh from here. It's a new house in Cleanin maybe!",celtuk the man's father.

The phallus was quite surprised.

"Galuh from here?", asked Lingga.

"It looks like it's mas. The ground in the kitchen is still wet. The former in the flush earlier. Still smelling carbolic smell is not mas?", asked the father back.

There's a feeling of regret why the phallus didn't get here sooner. Minimal passing on the road. But this is what? The phallus is too late.

Burhan did not join his boss who walked into the kitchen with the resident's father. He chose to sit on the rickety bench and still look clean.

His eyes were fixed on the vase on the table. Under the vase like there is a paper or package that is quite interesting.

Burhan also grabbed a paper whose color was no longer white. It's just that the paper is in a clear plastic wrap that is also not clear.

Burhan opened the plastic. From the cover, we see the name that is on the way.

For the Linga.

Burhan was in a bit of a hurry to get to his master.

"Young master!", Burhan approached his boss while handing him the envelope he had found.

"This is what Burhan is?", asked Lingga.

"I found you at the table, sir. There was the name of the young master on the cover!", Burhan said.

The phallus hurriedly opened it. The color of the paper has turned yellow. Understand it's been eight years. But still fortunately the paper can be read because the pen is not mlbeber.

The eye of the phallus focused on the paper. He read slowly every word that the paper had. Until he sat himself on the bench in front of him.