Sexy, Naughty, Bitchy
Choices

"Choose what you like, and then Dion takes care of it."

Mahendra thrust some papers in front of Jeffry. Contains some recommendations of leading universities at home and abroad.

They had breakfast and Bella was still busy in the kitchen with Mbok Mirah. The atmosphere of the kitchen so boisterous because Mbok Mirah klop once with Bella. Many recipes have been waiting for them to try.

Dion waited for the expression of his new sister.

Jeffry glanced at the papers without touching them. He looked at Mahendra.

"Ehem, sorry Om, uh sir... There might be a little misunderstanding here." Jeffry fixed his seat so more relaxed.

He folded his legs so that his hanker was nongol from behind his torn jeans.

"Having married my mother doesn't mean I have to follow your rules, right?"

Dion held his breath. From Jeffry's answer, this fix will be tough for him, as Violin said.

Surprisingly Mahendra smiled gently, as if this was no big deal.

"Of course, you are free to do whatever you want. But all you have to remember is that you are my son, my responsibility. You and your mother."

Jeffry rubbed his beard.

"The matter of treasure, you shall have the same share as Dion. All these family assets, you two will manage."

Jeffry who does not understand about property and assets is just a pretentious mangosteen.

During his life his most valuable property was the mother and the small house he lived in.

So how does he know about Mahendra's fantastic family assets.

What was on his mind at the moment Mahendra's visible possessions and assets were houses and cars.

"May I refuse, sir?" Jeffry Sahut.

"Give me the reason." Mahendra linked his fingers, waiting for Jeffry to answer.

"I think I'm quite greedy if I have to be spoiled with the father's family property. I still have a vehicle and a place to live. And work too. Next to survival of course I will fight alone. My only wish is one, please please happy mother."

"So you turned down college and helped Dion?" ask Mahendra more specifically.

"I'm not an expert in business."

"You can learn, that's what college is for."

"My brain is just money, sir."

"Well, same."

"Also I'm not smart, my brain likes to lag when told to think hard."

"Business is about strategy, Jeffry."

"But I want to stand on my own feet, without the interference of others."

"Oh yeah? What can you do without borrowing Roni's bike?"

Jeffry's reflexes looked at Mahendra, sharply.

Mahendra smiled again.

"Your mother's expectations are so high, Jeff. Be a submissive child. You're destined to be an heir, not a pioneer."

"Did you threaten me?" Jeffry looks upset.

"I'm not threatening, but giving you a choice. Please think about it. I'm not forcing."

Cih, not pushy but ngancem. Basic sneaky. Dion muttered in his heart.

"I'll keep my mouth shut while you're in college and be ready to help Dion. Our hopes are so high for you, son."

Jeffry started to huff. Mahendra easily holds his US card. She can what?

Slowly Jeffry moved from his seat, "give me time to think. Excuse me."

He breezed lethargic out of Mahendra's study.

He's not excited. His mind is now at great war.

"Papa was too rude." reprimanded Dion when Jeffry had closed Mahendra's office door.

The old man raised his eyebrows, "Papa gave a choice. Not to plunge."

"Yes, but talking about racing? That's his US card, Pa. Jeffry could hate us."

Mahendra sighed, "One day the boy will understand. But Papa didn't forbid him to race. Just stay in college and consistently study with you."

Dion massaged his temple, "that's Papa's business, huh?! I'm males following along."

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Slowly Jeffry stepped down the front steps of his new father's magnificent house.

Jeffry spread his eyes.

He felt so small among the sturdy pillars that supported this house. How tall is this? Why did it feel almost through the sky? Thought Jeffry was ridiculous.

Jeffry looked down at the floor. How the clothes he was wearing look kuel between the granite floor in his massage, like a mop.

He pulled out his hair and raised his head. The next moment he smiled bitterly.

He should be happy right now. Mom's been looking after. And it's like he got the lottery, his father's rich. He wants what Mahendra can give him.

Like Dion's sweet parked car, Jeffry glanced at Dion's black car.

Did he ask for a racing bike? List of VVIP mambers on the circuit so that they can exercise routine without difficulty.

But...

Huff...

Jeffry sighed.

Is he able to comply with Mahendra's desire to help Dion?

It is true that he is used to turning his brain so that he can get money to buy rice so that he does not owe it again at the grocery store. But brainwashing in such a big business empire, is he capable?

A gentle pat on the shoulder resuscitated Jeffry's daydream.

Dion stood handsomely beside Jeffry, looking cool with his sunglasses on. Both of Dion's hands were stored in his pants pocket.

Jeffry looked at the glare. Dion looked like Apollo, the most handsome god in ancient Greek mythology, handsome and radiant.

Would he look this brave if he wore a suit and expensive shoes like the one Dion wore?

How much do those glasses cost? Is it possible to buy a fence of his house that is rusty and broken wheels?

Will he be respected as well as Dion who every passing person will bow down?

Would you be proud if she were like that?

"Om, can I borrow the glasses?" Cirps Jeffry.

Although somewhat confused by Jeffry's request, Dion still held out the glasses and gave them to Jeffry.

Dion thought Jeffry would say something else. Maybe ask her opinion about Papa's request.

Surprisingly enough, the boy asked for glasses.

"It feels the same as my glasses at home. Why is this so expensive, anyway?" Jeffry murmured while trying on the glasses.

"Where do you know it's expensive?" Dion's Sahut.

"Well, Dion used cheap!"

"Ck, don't call Om, I'm your brother."

"Eh sorry, likes reflexes."

"That's the point of having a lot of money, Jeffry. If you're rich, have possessions and a throne, anything as generous will look expensive if it sticks to your body."

Dion tries to explain it simply.

Jeffry mangosteen.

"Do you like alms?" Ask Dion.

"The alms need not be told, riya' is her name."

"I'm just nanya, answer me."

"Like it, there's a lot of luck."

"What do you give the most?"

"Smile." Jeffry replied with a grin.

Dion patted his eel.

"I am poor, where there is strong alms other than smiles and energy."

"Hmmm... Okay I change the question, what's the biggest alms you've ever given me?"

"Uuummm..."

Dion smiled faintly, "If you have property, let alone money, your home will not feel heavy...

"At least if you have money, you can be useful to others." continued Dion as he passed.

Jeffry.

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