President Cilok
61 He who plants him will reap

“STOP....!”

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A young man stands next to the wedding reception room. With eight adjutants in black uniforms behind him.

All the invited guests turned their gazes, staring at the side door of the wedding reception room. There were some of Kusumo's business colleagues who recognized an elderly man who began walking with a wooden stick as high as a finely carved waist, approaching the young man who was in the midfield by the security hotel and bodyguard.

Damar rounded his eyes, looking at a old man who was looking at him as well..

Wulan was as surprised as Damar. “Grandpa Bagaskara!” muttered.

Kusumo widened his eyes, not expecting Kusumo to meet with a business gladiator who he had long wanted to meet.

Not only was Kusumo shocked, Opik's parents did not believe this either. “Bagaskara Wijaya!” exclaim Opik Father who has mingled with the invited guests present.

Kusumo walked over to Grandpa Bagaskara. However, it was soon blocked by Grandpa Bagaskara's aide. And so are Opik's parents. No one is allowed to approach the business gladiator.

“Tu-Master. Mr Bagaskara!” exclaimed Kusumo, calling an old man who continued to walk closer to Damar.

Damar, hotel security and bodyguard Kusumo are not wrinkled. They looked at themselves, looking at a very elegant old man walking towards them.

“Let go of him!” grandpa Bagaskara said, but presumably the hotel security and bodyguard were reluctant to follow Grandpa Bagaskara's orders.

The adjutant in black uniform also approached the security and bodyguard. They immediately fended off the security hand that was clutching in Damar's hands. Look at them with a sharp look.

BUGH

With a single punch, the security and bodyguard fell flat on the floor. Damar looked at this action. The four Adjutants immediately stood on the right and left sides of Damar, and two more behind Damar.

Kusumo was astonished at this chaotic situation, he did not understand, for what aides who had come along with business gladiators stood beside the young man whom he considered to be despicable and poor. Kusumo again intends to approach Grandpa Bagaskara, “Tuan Bagaskara, I have long wanted to meet you.”

Bagaskara's grandfather turned to look at Kusumo from a considerable distance, then signaled that his aide would let Kusumo approach him. After approaching Grandpa Bagaskara, Kusumo unceremoniously extended his hand before the business gladiator.

However, not as he expected. Bagaskara's grandfather ignored Kusumo's hand and preferred to put both hands behind his waist.

Kusumo then looked at his own hands that seemed to be thrown away. As much as possible Kusumo smiled kindly, “I am very happy to meet you here Sir,” Kusumo said in pleasantries.

Bagaskara's grandfather reluctantly responded, and looked back at Damar. He shook his head to see the condition of Damar that looked very messy.

“Bring my grandson home!” alerted Grandpa Bagaskara to his adjutant, as if giving orders to the nurse to bring the toddler home.

Kusumo and several invited guests were amazed when they heard a famous businessman throughout the universe calling Damar as a grandson. “A-what? grandchild?” muttered Ana who was standing not far from Ratna standing up.

Not only Ana, Ratna and Opik were shocked.. And just staring at the seriousness to Damar and a old man.

Grandpa Bagaskara looked back at Kusumo, this kind of grimace made Kusumo nervous, though,

“Emm... A-ap ta-so I ti-dak misheard Mr Bagaskara, you call this lackey youth is cu-grandson?” tanya Kusumo stuttered.

Grandpa Bagaskara held up his index finger right in front of Kusumo's face, “Do not call my granddaughter by such a designation! Or you want your company to be ruined!” said Grandpa Bagaskara gave a stern warning to Kusumo.

Without saying anything more, Grandpa Bagaskara then left the wedding reception room Ratna and Opik. And let everyone start to wonder about Damar as well as him. After Damar who could no longer say anything as if his tongue was a kelu. The eight aides who came along with Grandpa Bagaskara walked behind Grandpa Bagaskara and Damar.

Wulan immediately stared at the glaring bodyguard who was still blocking his arm, “Despite not!” with one loud jolt Wulan let go and slapped the face of the bodyguard..

“Uhhh..” exclaimed some people who saw how hard a beautiful woman slapped the cheek of a sturdy bodyguard.

Wulan immediately grabbed her Kitten Heels shoes and also snatched the pancakes on the table, then walked past some invited guests and also passed the middle-aged woman, Mami from Ratna, who was also in the middle, Opik and Ratna herself.

Not only did he pass in front of Ratna, Wulan stopped for a moment and met with Damar's ex-girlfriend. Wulan smiled grinningly, “A girl does not become a graceful woman just by aging. Indicate your heart, thoughts and actions!”

Opik was furious with what the woman said in front of his wife. He raised his hand about to slap Wulan in the face, but Wulan immediately rebuked him, and repelled Opik's hand.

Wulan stared intently as if stripping away the sins of Opik, Wulan again remembered who the car driver who was careless the night after Wulan was caught in the hit Damar had been following him, it was Opik the driver who was careless added a woman who embraced Opik at the time, but not Ratna.

“Sin of man may be forgiven, but sin against God must be passed by repentance. Remember the goods who planted him who will reap!” ketus Wulan with a stressed voice.

“Fucking woman!” opik's curse was furious, but Ratna immediately stopped her action so as not to continue to be rude to the woman who Ratna thought her words were right.

“Opik!” exclaimed Ratna, looking at Opik who was standing next to her. A few seconds later he looked back at the woman in front of him, the woman he did not know.

Wulan poked her lips, then waltzed away just like that, following Damar who had already left together with Grandpa Bagaskara.

Now a marriage that should run with happiness with romance. It should be colored with commotion and commotion. Undeniably, almost everyone invited guests in the wedding of Ratna and Opik, began to talk about something that had happened.

Opik was completely inflamed, holding his regrets against Damar. He highlights Ratna who has invited her ex-boyfriend without her knowledge. Then left the wedding reception and also Ratna just like that. He had already pulled his shame veins, due to the commotion that occurred.

“Opik!” exclaims Ratna, but Opik does not pay attention to it. Ratna was powerless against her sadness as if her calf was sticking out and making her stagger, she was still lucky not to fall alone when the disappointment that was sweeping her heart trough. The mother she called Mami, and her two older sisters swiftly helped her up and led her to leave the wedding reception room.

While Kusumo is still in limbo over the statement of the business gladiator Bagaskara Wijaya, who has mentioned Damar is his grandson. Kusumo was still staring at the main entrance into the reception building. “True, that lackey youth the grandson of Bagaskara Wijaya?”

Kusumo completely, regardless of his daughter who was in the midst of disappointment. Kusumo focused more on the old man who had confessed that the young man he always insulted was a wealthy millionaire grandson. “This is impossible! Then why could the old man let his granddaughter live in such a terrible house?”

All the invited guests who should still have enough time to finish the event began to leave the wedding reception room. Some approached Kusumo and Opik's parents. Some went home without permission from the event organizer.

Almost all of Kusumo's business colleagues are busy with their own thoughts.

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In the hotel room he rented as well as a place to be used as a place to hold a wedding. Opik was so angry, he sat on the edge of the bed. “Arhhh...fuck!”

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Seriate..

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I apologize, for not being able to up 2 chapters in a day. Because I also work. After the project that I do in the real world is completed, I will try to work on 2 chapters per day. Thank you for your loyal readers who still follow where the story of Damar Mangkulangit's life.

Again, thanks for understanding