Marriage is Because of Trust
Yilzid suddenly stood up

"From our spies whom I have given duty." Standing next to the big boss while showing a CCTV recording.

"Haha! Let him walk ahead of us. We'll see where he can put up his defensive fort" Gohan Hakan said as he turned the wheels of his chair.

"Good sir. It is all within our grasp. He won't be able to save all his assets including the chair he's sitting in right now" the bodyguard said arrogantly.

"Haha !" Gohan Hakan laughed with his arrogance and arrogance. "I can't wait for that to happen" he murmured before his guards.

"If all goes well, Mr. Gohan Hakan will be happy and happy to see the destruction of his enemy son whom he accuses of deliberately killing his wife, so that he could occupy the power of the Carya family who had helped him for a long time even rumors that circulated they were both best friends when they met at the same job," whispered the other bodyguard, the one whose seat coincides far from him.

However, everything ended tragically due to his sense of irony and made his wife die" continued his interlocutor. He is entangled with the greed lodged in the heart of Gohan Hakan seeing his friend named, Ajnur Barlian Carya who is successful than him. This is where their enmity began" he explained as he glanced at the big boss.

"I want us to make him live with suffering. If we need to make him live destitute and gradually die," said Gohan Hakan furiously biting both molars. A burning grudge had already shattered their friendship slowly. This matter had long since enveloped his half-aged self, staring straight at the wall as if he was staring at Ajnur Barlian Carya.

"Boss, shouldn't we give him time to have fun, enjoy his life that will be destroyed. Ha's? Haha !" Their laughter broke and filled the room while drinking their drinks.

"Haha ! Ja. Boss he's definitely gonna die a flea?! Surely he won't be able to stay in his mansion anymore?! Ahaha!" Laughter of the bodyguard sitting leaning on the other sofa, putting the glass sitting parallel to him.

"I'm already impatient. Wanting to break it to pieces," said Gohan Hakan staring sinisterly straight ahead while holding the glass in his right hand. "Look! Whoever will protect himself will I vanish?" he said holding the glass firmly.

"Boss!" call the guard while holding the drink. "Aren't we just now doing our thing."

"Oh, no, no. For now let him stab at his life. Let him first see his TV broadcast that can't be earned. Hm, hm!" Staring at his men who were sitting while accompanying him to drink. "The ads will no longer use their broadcast services to promote their products." Sipping drinks with pleasure.

"The Boss idea, it's brilliant. As soon as he knows. No one wants to trust their TV station anymore. And the beautiful models that make the eyes sleep no longer want to enter his station. He's gonna be stressed, boss, hahaha!" Put the drink in the glass.

"Papa. Papa seriously kali? Talk about what?" yilzid asked cutting off the conversation, suddenly standing up to see his silent and slightly surprised father, followed by the half-swinging drink glass in the air.

"Eh, no." Gohan Hakan immediately fixed his seat and set his face to look normal while putting a glass on the table. "Father, say nothing" replied the father, who was seen by Yilzid's eyes covering something.

"Papa's right, isn't he? All right?" ask Yilzid to panic. Take Bolot drinks that are still a lot of contents.

"Where are you going?" ask the restless Papa.

"You Yilzid throw away. Papa, it's been drinking too much. Hence Papa, used to always be scolded by Mom. Because if this is already located there, Papa, never want to stop before the twelve bottles run out," he explained glancing at his papa and toward the father's men who began to feel restless.

"You're always concerned with, Papa. That why? Papa, want to come back because Papa, miss your nagging that is very similar to your mother," said Gohan Hakan, putting a glass directly on the table. Smiling at the boy who cleaned all the bar tables they often used to drink.

"Pa, if it wasn't me, Papa. Who else is it?" yilzid asked to see the man sitting in the corner of the sofa smiling towards him. "Since Mother's departure. Papa, always do what you want. Even the Son of Papa, Papa, until he forgot," he recalled. Followed by the two hands that still fix the table. "Cris, slob! Smell again!" he looked at the washcloth full of water. "Pa, from now on Papa, no more drinking, this drink. I, as Papa's son, gave a stern warning." Pointing the index finger half in the air as a warning signal.

Mr. Gohan Hakan immediately shifted and released his body from the back of the sofa. Followed by the guards who were a little scared. Boss then we go first, boss. We still have other business to do, "he got up from sitting down.

"I'm also the boss. Immediately notify us," said the other rotating body who wants to turn his back on the big boss.

"Hm!" Mr. Gohan Hakan nodded, followed by his right hand swinging in the air as a gesture of letting them go.

"Good Boss. Excuse me, Non," they said through the door bowing salute to the indifferent Yilzid and continued his eights clean.

"Welcome, sir," said the house assistant in charge of overseeing the motion, Burcu. "Master, forgive us. We are not aware of the arrival, sir," he said, feeling guilty and representing Burcu as well. "Sir, this is it, Burcu who is his personal assistant, Miss," he explained walking a step to the left.

"Greetings, sir," said Burcu clenching both hands and saluting.

"How long has he been in control of my son?" ask Gohan Hakan. Sitting straightened his hands on the sofa, looking at the housekeeper.

"I'm just working, sir. Just today," Burcu's reply immediately interrupted his conversation, looking down in fear and looking at the tip of his master's shoe that was sitting by putting his right foot on his left foot, at a glance he glanced towards Yilzid who was already looking at him in annoyance.

"Papa, why don't you go find another assistant?" ask Yilzid to be upset.

"Aren't you already the most assistant?" asked the father, astonished to hear it.

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