My girlfriend's my Stepdaughter
Mr. Haris

Arumi opened the door of her room, then looked left right observing the situation. Slender.. But he remains vigilant.

Then he walked in the corridor through the room room, who did not belong. Arumi did not care, he went to the balcony that attracted his attention.

He walked outside observing through the balcony, which turned out to be the backyard of this mansion. In the backyard there is a swimming pool and garden, there is a corner like a furnace, it seems often used for gathering events. Mbok Darmi is cleaning the backyard with Surti. They work while chatting and joking, Arumi feels the maid in the house is good.

After being satisfied observing the backyard from the balcony, Arumi turned her body, continuing around the house. He walked down the stairs to the floor below. The middle room is like a palace. The guest chair is very large and luxurious. Then the middle room, also contains very luxurious and expensive furniture. Arumi was amazed by the ceiling dome of the house. The walls are decorated with several paintings by world-famous painters, which are very valuable.

He stopped when he saw a photo of a beautiful woman wearing a ballerina in the middle room. Lama Arumi stared in admiration at the figure in the photo. It was as if he had seen a picture of a woman on the wall. He tried to remember, but his brain seemed unable to remember at that time.

Her dream is to wear that outfit and dance on a big stage, like her Mama used to.

"That's my wife." A heavy sound came from behind Arumi.

Arumi looked surprised, but Mr. Haris was there.

"Come to my room!" Invite Mr. Haris while opening the door of the room next to the photo hanging. Arumi followed.

Haris was sitting in his work chair, and Arumi was still standing in the middle of the room. He was confused what to do. She stared at the man who was a few hours old when she was legally her husband. The richest man in town, many women.

Actually Mr. Haris's face still looks handsome despite his old age, but Arumi sees it like his Papa. Calm, charismatic, not much to say, but once voiced, all silent.

"Sit down here!" Mr. Haris told Arumi to sit in front of him.

Arumi complies, he sits in a chair opposite Mr. Haris.

"Why did you choose Me?" Arumi asked courageously.

"You're a good candidate for everything." The answer.

"What candidate?" Ask Arumi who is still confused.

"Candidate to be my companion. Dipo, your uncle actually offered his daughter for me to pay off his debts to me, because I was looking for a virgin girl or woman to be my side." Said Mr. Haris.

"A companion to what?" Cut Arumi.

"You know, this city was built with my money, so I want to be the leader of this city. You are the best candidate of all. At first your uncle offered his daughter to pay off her debts, but I knew she was sneaky, I didn't want to deal with her because of her daughter. Then my assistant found yourself living there, the orphaned Bara's daughter, an accomplished child, with a good reputation." Bright Mr. Haris.

"Then what does it have to do with your desire to be a leader?"

"A ruler must have a perfect companion. My wife died three years ago of cancer. One of the conditions is to have an escort. I don't want a careless companion for me. My reputation and my family's should be good." The answer.

"Then what about my papa's company?"

"The Bara Company, your Uncle is holding. He traded you for that company. I should have acquired two companies, but he only gave one, and it collapsed. From there I know he's sneaky."

"So my Papa's company is okay?"

"Yes, it's even growing. Now Dipo's got it."

He was disappointed with his uncle, he said his papa company was in debt and was in danger, so he would take care of everything. His aunt convinced him that way. It turns out they tricked him. Taking over all the company's assets choose his papa, without telling Arumi. And now he's being sold to Mr. Haris.

Arumi is at the moment. He could only be subdued to accept his fate of becoming a wife of the future leader of the city.

"I'll be nice to you. I'm not a cruel man. Whatever your needs I will fulfill. You can ask for help with the three housekeepers here, and you have a private driver. If you need help, you can contact my personal assistant. You sleep in the upper room, and I sleep in the other room, across from this room"

"So we sleep apart?" Ask Arumi in disbelief.

"Yes, we sleep separately, but, if there's a media or an outsider, you should be a good wife."

"How long do I have to be like this?"

Haris chuckled at Arumi's question.

"I don't choose wrong, you are a smart kid. As long as I choose the office, you must stand by me."Answer Mr. Haris calmly.

Arumi was silent for a moment. Since losing her parents, she has suffered a lot of bitterness. He had to drop out of school and forget his dreams. His uncle was only willing to give him a place to live, even in the restroom at the back of the house, the room that should be for the warehouse, which was stuffy, even worse than the maid room in his uncle's house. His aunt did not dare to help him directly, Uncle would beat him, even torture him. Arumi couldn't even see it.

Now he can only obey Mr. Haris' orders. Helping him realize his desire to rule this city. Be his good companion.

"Can I still teach dance?" Ask Arumi later.

"That dance school downtown?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"You teach there?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Hmmm... You knew? That place is mine." Answer Mr. Haris smiling.

Instantly Arumi gasped, surprised to hear it. He recalled that the photo of the woman wearing a ballerina outfit in the house was the same as the picture at the school where he was teaching.

"Gosh, so that picture on display in the front room of the school is your wife?" Ask Arumi in disbelief.

"Yes. The school was built by my wife. If you teach there, I won't forbid it. However, if I need you, you must be ready." Said Mr. Haris.

"good. Thank you." Thank you."

"I think our conversation is over this time, later my assistant will take care of all your needs."

"Good."

Arumi turned her body, walked out of the room, then she headed to the backyard.