My Handsome Lawyer
Prologue Chapters..

Hi, my name is Jessica Rahardian Pratama. I am currently in the 3rd grade of High School. Almost passed, because it is only a few months left to wait for the graduation exam to be held. And after that I'll get married, yeay!

My dream is to marry Kak Yoga, she is the sister of aunty Nabila who is none other than mommy's best friend. Some of my close friends were shocked when I told them my dream was to get married.

Especially marrying a lawyer. Some men sneered at me with my ideals. Foolish with the sneers of people, I don't ask them to eat anyway. People say I'm a conglomerate's daughter doesn't fit in with a lawyer. I should've married a conglomerate's son. Hem, I can only sigh when I get such criticism from people I consider friends. They don't know, the guy I'm after isn't just an ordinary lawyer.

But, he is the founder of the largest and best law firm in Indonesia. He is already a class CEO cuy, not only leads a large law firm he also has a famous coffee shop business in Jakarta and Jogja. If they know this fact and still say it doesn't fit, their fix needs to be put into the southern sea to eat sharks.

***

“August, sis.” My regards to Brother Jordan. My twin sister. I pulled out a chair in the dining room and sat down on that chair. Ready to eat my breakfast.

“Hem.” Jordan's reply was brief. Well, my brother is cute, dirty, cold, arrogant, pretentious despite the original being a bad-tempered, and quiet, but, a lot of money cuy. Hehe, I always stick to him when my pocket money runs out. Don't think being a nice conglomerate kid can be wasteful at will, don't cuy. I have to spend money for obvious reasons or mommy will be lecturing seven days and seven nights.

Mommy strongly opposes her children for fun. No smoking No alcohol! Sometimes Daddy would secretly give me extra pocket money without mommy's knowledge. I can use the money as I please without needing to report to mommy. Daddy loves me so much, Dad I'm the only daughter of three brothers. My brother, my sister is also a boy.

“Kak, ask for money dong.” Whisper me to brother Jordan.

Brother Jordan put his spoon and fork slowly, he looked at me with a questioning look. ‘It's over again?’ Maybe that's the kind of question Brother can catch through his gaze.

‘Yesterday was only a million, brother. U up.’ I replied by looking at Jordan.

‘What did you do yesterday?’ Again, my sister asked in her mind.

I shrugged my shoulders refusing to answer my sister's question. Anyway the point is that one million money from Brother yesterday I spent.

Actually I could have taken the one from the ATM giving mommy, the contents are still enough to buy a car. But, mommy must have asked if I used that money over two million. I need about five million.

“How?” I whispered back to Brother Jordan.

Brother crossed his hands while standing a sign of refusing my request. He grabbed his bag and left the dining table. Well, gatot alias failed to ask for money from Kak Jordan. Where our school is different. The big brother of the school in the international school that contains the children of the elite all. Well, I went to an ordinary school. But pretty good quality.

Mommy and Daddy did not interfere in our school choices. They let us choose the school we like. And, I'm more comfortable in a regular school than an international school that's all Waow kids. Definitely boring. It contains girls who are dirty and show off. Well, even if it's not all like that. But, mostly.

I'm not worried about my English even though I didn't go to international High School because I've been fluent in English since I was a kid. Not only English, I speak Korean, French, Chinese, and Thai. Now I'm learning German and Japanese as mommy requested.

“Dek?” I turned to Reynard, my sister, the youngest in my family. His full name is Reynard Rahardian Pratama. The 12teen-year-old boy was mommy's favorite. He must often get extra pocket money from mommy.

“Kakak will borrow money.” He said it as if he could read my heart. I'm nodding.

“Sister, right, rich, just use your own money. Don't ask for money with SD children, you want to be asked by a palak?” It was very spicy, said my sister. Although it is true, hehe. I've been like a market thug asking minors for money.

“If use money sister later mommy tau.” Ayu pretended to be puffed up ah. That boy must have been destroyed.

“What do you need money for?”

“Make buy gift.” Answer me in a soft voice.

“Create Mas Yoga?” Rey asked, I nodded.

“Wah if you make a gift for a special person who can owe, must be your own business dong. Gratitude-thankfulness from own sweat.” Reynard finished his breakfast and left me pensive. I tried to study every word per word that came out of the youngest's mouth.

After I thought about it, right said the youngest. The gift will work if I buy it with my own sweat. But, how is it?

***

Dennis Hanggara Yoga..

Founder of a famous law firm in Jakarta, also the owner of dozens of coffee shops spread in Jakarta and Jogja. He who is better known by profession as a lawyer is a friendly man if with clients. However, it is cold to face Jessi.

As a Yoga lawyer is always busy handling various cases from his clients. Currently he focuses on clients from the lower middle class. Yoga takes the case from being a poor person who cannot afford to hire a competent lawyer because it is expensive. Yoga never pegs the price on its clients who come from the poor, instead Yoga only receives the gift of seikhlasnya from its clients. Not infrequently Yoga only helps with free.

Then, if so, where does Yoga come from?Hello, as the founder of a law firm, Yoga has many competent and reliable lawyers under its auspices. Those who make money as the survival of his law firm. There is no need to worry if it is just a financial problem. Yoga will not fall into poverty just because it gives the services of a free lawyer to the poor in need.

Instead, he will get inner satisfaction because it is useful for others who need it. That was enough for him.

Drtts..

“Yes, mbak?” Yoga picked up the incoming phone on his phone. The call was from Nabila.

“Can you pick up mbak, Ga?” Tanya Nabila across.

“Where to mbak?Yoga is still in court, just finished taking care of the trial. If you want to wait Yoga pick up.” Yoga Sayings.

“Mbak wait, mbak in place mbak Ayu. In AA boutique Kuningan.” Reply Nabila.

“Oke, Yoga road there.” Nabila also turned off his phone after answering okay as well.

.

.

.

Hello to the new reader .. This novel is a squel from another author novel with the title “Bersamu” and “Married to the man of choice grandpa”...

In the novel with you tells the story of his mommy Jessi, mommy Ayu and Daddy Raka. While in the novel marrying the man of choice grandfather tells the story of Nabila and Adam, the family of Yoga.

Happy reading All ..