Married Old Virgin Boss
1. Mbak Boss

Although restaurant visitors are as crowded as the nights yesterday, this VVIP room is not at all affected by the sounds outside that is not too noisy. However, the man's waitress turned deaf all of a sudden, thus demanding a remark from the twilight man known as the father of the restaurant's woman. 

"M—maaf. What, Sir?" ask Ben. The look on his face could not lie at all, the man was shocked mixed in in panic.

"You want to marry my daughter?" Kahar—the guy with the rectangular glasses, repeated his question. 

If the first question with the same sentence, only got a response in the form of the attention of five humans in this room turned to Kahar, then now, the 'daughter' that man meant to stand up immediately. Despite having a distance of one meter from the woman, the shock effect remained strong on Ben, until the young man immediately took a step back in fear. Do not forget to make an empty tray as a protector from the strong tantrums of the bosses. 

"What the fuck, anyway? Papa talks like nawarin stuff to random people!" The woman complains, then runs away her sharp lyrics to Ben, making the young man immediately ciut want to escape. "I don't want to! Don't wanna! I can choose my own husband!"

"Master don't go anywhere." Kahar holds back, "Sit here." He pointed through the lyrics of his eyes a chair directly opposite the princess. 

"Dengerin Papa first, De. Sit here, sit down." Kahar calmed his daughter. He also glanced at his wife who was beside him, as well as the two sons who were in front of him. "Papa is not the origin of such haphazard nawarin." Kahar glanced at Ben first, making sure that the man in uniform was perfectly seated. "Papa found out about Ben two months ago. Everything about him, Papa knows. So, you don't have to worry. He may be just mines in ekonomi— that you can fill, the same lecture is delayed. Personality issues, he is very mature even though he is only 22 years old. She's an only child, parents died—no dependents. She had broken up with her first boyfriend six years ago, so Dea didn't have to feel rivaled. He's got a lot of fans, but Papa knows, Ben's almost never put a girl on— unless you send an order to the customer's desk."

"Pa—"

"What's? Or do you like the widower?" reply Kahar, when Dea calls. 

"I'm three one." Dea expressed her age in a lazy tone. 

"So?" Kahar seemed calm in responding. "Ben's principle, he doesn't look at age if he has a partner."

"Who knows! Papa said he never took a girl! Last time was six years ago. Sure, he's a kid who failed to move on! I want to be compared again!"

"No way." This time, not as sure as before. Kahar turns to Ben who looks at the confused debate between the two of them. "You're in charge, you'll take care of my son's heart, won't you?"

"B—bitar, Sir. I don't understand, what's the language?" Ben asked confusedly. He immediately got a laugh from Dea's younger brother. "I ... 'marriage' .. same daughter Father?"

Kahar. 

"Married, Sir?" Ben repeated, not believing. "Me-ni-huh?"

"Yes, married, Ben. Married. You married my son. Wanna?"

The young man grew even more surprised, evident from the increasing width of his eyes. It took him a few seconds to digest, then normalize his facial expression, only to be able to reply, "Sir ... Why can you offer me to marry your child? I am not worthy, Sir. I ...."

"I can't choose more or less than Ben." Kahar explained again. Glanced at all his family members in turn, then stopped at the princess. "Papa could choose you men over your age, the richer, the better at work, but Papa is afraid. Such a man, could look low to the newly married Dea at the age of 31. Papa doesn't want Papa's daughter to get it."

"There are, Pa, men over my usual age. Poor is not papa. Asal—" Dea glanced cynically at Ben, "don't be under my age. I don't like little kids."

"Above your age? 32 years? Ordinary aja? There may be some responsibility, but the fact in the field, if the age of 32 life is not prosperous, means there is a problem in the arrangement of money, or dependents. Papa doesn't want you to marry just a burden. Papa wants, you just marry to enjoy your hard work all this time." 

"Why Ben?" Sister Dea—Dion—interrupted. The man looked cold, as if supporting the attitude Dea showed. "Children can even make Dea burdened. Not to mention the adventurous nature that usually exists in men in the period of growth to maturity. Dea will be like her mother. Still mending if obeying. If you are stubborn? Eat Dea's liver every day, Pa."

"Not to interfere!" Dika replied to her sister. This youngest, from earlier showed a supportive look at the papa. "I'm the one who found out everything about this Ben guy. He's hardworking, responsible, has no pay debt later, no illegal loan loan loansmeaning he doesn't like poya-foya. He has no girl, lives independently. He's in charge, which Mbak Dea should be able to see for himself the value of his work."

Dea opened her mouth about to refute, but she only ended up with a plot to the younger sister, while her index finger pointed straight at Dika. As if to warn, 'Review you! I will not give you any more!'

"Sorry, sir." Ben was self-conscious, so he pulled back the chair he was sitting on with his feet, then stood up. "I'm not worthy of your child. Hopefully later meet a mate who fits the criteria Mbak Dea."

"You quipped my son, Ben? Too choosy, until it doesn't work?"

"No, sir." The young man subconsciously raised a slight intonation of his voice due to panic. "I mean," his voice went down a little bit this time, back to a normal tone, "there must be men who fit what Mbak Dea wants. Obviously, it's not me."

There was no more reply, so the young man thought that this was over.

"Excuse me, sir." 

...*...

To think that everything was done then, was a big mistake for Ben. The young man's life was in fact not as smooth as it used to be. Every day, when the Dea family comes, Ben will be given a 'special' greeting that each is different from each other. 

If Kahar, his wife, and Dika were so warm, when he approached Ben to order food, then on the arrival of Dion or Dea, the atmosphere immediately turned gloomy. 

Add more concern is, when Kahar occasionally approached Ben at the time the young man himself. He offered his daughter repeatedly with various types of seduction sentences.

"Dea's smart, you know, Ben. He can learn a lot of things easily. He can cook, he can do whatever you want."

"He was easy to persuade. Just this you, I hope, you want to nerima Dea. You're really pantes, same Dea. Age issues, just people who are concerned. In fact, marriage at different ages is common. From time immemorial. It's just now, like a disgrace, what else if a girl."

That's the line of words Kahar told him. Until no matter what day, Ben was fed up. Not to Kahar, but rather to how the adult man showed his daughter's advantages like promoting an item. 

"Sir." Ben had to stop wiping it in order to respond to Kahar. If previously the young man could only smile awkwardly, then give a nod of respect—now no longer. Although he will protest, his tone is kept low, because after all, Ben's interlocutor is older than him. "Your daughter is not an item, sir. Please, don't offer Dea like that. Try ... Pak Kahar asked the dream man Mbak Dea. Later Mr. Kahar can find more than me. In fact, if for example open a competition like 'Take Me Out', I'm sure that there will be a lot of men waiting in line for your daughter, sir."

"But, you really do dream of Dea, Ben. All the criteria that Dea wants, are within you. Just a matter of age, Dea is a prestige to admit. You don't know, if before my statement the other day, he was often .. praise how you work to other families. She was amazed by you. Just because yesterday, he's getting colder."

"Well, there must be the same character as me out there, and his age is older than Mbak Dea, sir. Not that I'm not interested in your son, but .. I'm really like dust in his shoes Madam Dea, sir. Not appropriate, and can be thrown sometime Dea Mbak." Ben chuckled softly at the end of the sentence, between wanting to melt the atmosphere, also wanting to humble himself so that Kahar was not offended by his refusal. "Sir Kahar please, don't bargain with Madam Dea like that. Virgin, obey me, or whatever it is. I'm not comfortable, sorry, sir. Mr. Kahar's son is too valuable to offer to my kayak, sir."

"OKAY. I'm sorry that's it." Kahar softened, but his smile showed optimism—not yet want to lose. He patted Ben on the shoulder once, then left the restaurant. 

...*...

Kahar did not come again the next day, but what appeared was Dea directly. Approaching Ben, with a clear cold aura. 

"You come with me to the room!" pinta Dea, with a flat tone with no interest. 

It's critical. Ben immediately followed at the restaurant owner with a sense of anxiety. His mind began to discuss about what work Ben could try after getting out of this place. Sure, that Dea would not let the young man stay here any longer, because—maybe— has disturbed the peace of his life. 

Dea sat on her swivel chair, while Ben closed the door carefully. He stood next to the chair for a while, until he was welcome to sit down. 

"So ...." Dea instantly opened the chat with a still equally flat tone. Without interest looked at Ben. "Are you willing to accept my Papa's offer or not?"

Ben rounded his eyes, then shook his head slowly after managing to control his shock. "No, Ma'am. I don't deserve—"

"Is it because I don't deserve you?" cut the Dea lightly as he folds both hands in front of the chest. The woman placed her back on the back of the chair, as if wanting to intimidate the young man in front of her. 

"No, Ma'am. Not at all. Age issues, no problem. Mbak even still looks young really—not suitable age. If people do not deket the same Mbak, Mbak must be considered still in his twenties. Mbak is a hard worker, even if said by Pak Kahar, Mbak's pension is enough to live even though he does not work. Ma'am educated, rich, smart. While me? It's just dust in Dea's mama's shoes. Not worth it at all."

"Don't talk about 'dust'. Your words are what makes my Papa more determined to make my soul mate with you." 

"Eh?" Ben wanted to show how low he was. Why did it even become like that? "Sorry, Ma'am."

Dea shook her hands, as if she did not want to discuss this anymore. "I don't really need a man. I can handle everything myself. Money, happiness. Child issues, can be adopted. If it's a love affair .. I can get it from my family. There is almost no use for a foreign man in my life. Cuman ... I want to silence my Papa, and the Dajjal people who always insult me as a spinster. So ...."

Dea took out a map from her laptop bag. "I made a pre-wedding deal." He put it on the table, then glanced at Ben's focus. "I have a hard time trusting others. So, there I have written clearly, if you break the rules, some of them; cheating, doing the DPRT, insulting me, insulting me, or report this agreement to my family—I will immediately sue your divorce with all your wealth that is not how much, will fall into my hands."

"No, Ma'am." Ben shoved the paper at Dea with a straight face toward the woman before him. "I ... really do not deserve marriage with Madam Dea. Let alone useful, Ma'am, I think just be a burden Mbak Dea aja." The young man glanced at the paper without interest, skimming through the contents. A little wrinkled as he found a paragraph. He restrained Dea who was about to pull the paper again. 

Dea snorting geli—disparaging. It was clear that the young man would be devastated by the offer he made. Very sure, that Ben must be reading the nominal rupiah that Dea promised. "You'll give me a month's money as big as—"

"Wedding's just a year, Mommy?"

Dea immediately frowned. He felt strange about this young man. "Why? Want to be slow so you can get a lot of pocket money?"

"I don't need pocket money, Ma'am. I can work alone." Ben shifted his focus from the paper to Dea again. "One year, huh, Ma'am? You're not papa, so the widow?"

"Mending the status of widows rather than spinsters, Ben." Dea sighed furiously. "After being a widow, and Papa saw you like a wedding mainstay, she should have called me to marry again."

"I'm the one who has to look like a wedding, huh, Ma'am?" Ben was stunned by the sentence, but not for long. He smiled after that. "Okay, Ma'am." He picked up the pen easily, "Sign here, right, Ma'am?" 

Without waiting for an answer, a scribble on the contract paper was already available. "I'll be the one who comes to Lamar Mbak Dea."

Dea picked up the paper with her brows furrowing deeply. His eyes were glued to the signature set on the paper in Adam Bentala's name. 

Why is ... so easy? After the young man knew the duration of their marriage was only one year?

In fact, be willing if his name is tarnished because he will be considered toying with women and marriage here.