Stuck With An Old Man (Revision Stage)
Chapter 6: The New President Director

Yara woke up as the sun began to appear to emit light behind the window covered in purple curtains. His eyes suddenly opened wide as Gala's face again flashed across his mind. Her manic to and fro looking for the figure of a man who is her husband.

"Where is he?" his murmur got out of bed.

Tok tok ...

"Lake in."

Seventy-five-year-old old woman appears from behind the door of Yara's room. "I don't think you're awake yet."

"Just now," still looked at the entire room, looking for the whereabouts of Gala's figure.

"Wanted your husband?" ask Amber while sitting on the bedside.

"Is Om Gala gone?"

"About fifteen minutes ago."

Yara breathed a sigh of relief. "Thankfully."

"Are you enjoying your first night?" she smiled while teasing her grandson.

Reflek, Yara raised her manic, shook her head quickly and waved both of her hands. "No!"

Amber chuckles. Then the old woman looked at Yara's nightgown and looked back at the wedding dress along with Yara's ravaged underwear on the floor.

"O-oma misunderstand! I ... "

"Oh, it's okay. It is so if the newlyweds, they like to be shy. But Oma understood. So don't be shy" smiled amusedly.

Yara grunted in annoyance. He ruffled his hair and let Amber laugh at his appearance. I could be crazy for a long time!.

"Prepare. Today is an important day for you. Oma will hold a meeting with all Lincoln Group shareholders and employees."

"Then?" raising shoulders.

"Oma will announce the new successor to Lincoln Group. Oma is getting old to take care of that company. After all, your father inherited all of his wealth from you including the company."

"But Oma, I'm not ready yet. Lecture at belom! I plan to go back to England. Go to college there. But no longer want to live under the rule of the Rodderick family! Like our family is just not capable!" rolling his eyeballs, lazy.

"Yara, listen to Oma. Now it is not only you who deserve you. You already have a husband, so he's entitled to you too. Oma was sure that Gala would not let his wife go."

"Ck! Very unfair!" pissed.

"Of course, enjoy it. Dating after marriage is good. There are greget-gregetnya, there are romantic-romantic there ... "

"Stop Oma!" ketus Yara so as to make the memory that paled in the mind of Amber was dissolved instantly. "Imagining it makes me almost vomit," jiggled.

"Oma will tell the truth as it is. Based on Oma's experience when betrothed to Opamu first," played both his eyebrows up and down.

"Ishhh, Oma's love story is very different from mine. I'll never love Om Gala. Hold on to my words."

Amber chuckled again. "You used to look like Oma. Oma swore in front of the Opamu family if Oma was not willing to love the man. But, fate says another," smiled.

"Basic Oma bucin!" ledek Yara's.

"Yes dong. Even though your Opamu is gone but until this very moment, Oma still loves and admires it."

"Aishhh started again. Bucin to death like that! Wait for Oma, I'll find you a mate. It's my turn to match you, haha!" chuckles.

"No will! Oma has always been faithful and will remain faithful to your opinion!" cursed Amber.

Yara approached and whispered in Amber's ear. "Oma, what about Grandpa Usman. Ituloh who always stopped by here, hitchhiking coffee," winked his eyes, teasing Amber.

Amber surprised. He rubbed his chest that felt tight made Yara. "God, please touch my granddaughter from the demon spirit!"

Yara chuckled again until her tears dripped. Yara knows how to control Oma Amber. After returning from England, he often saw Grandpa Usman come in the afternoon to see his oma. He managed to get his eye to have a heart attack. Of course Amber was surprised, she did not like the old man named Usman who always had coffee with her in the back garden.

"Stop. Your dress is not funny ahh!" Amber has surrendered. He pulled his leg, walking away from Yara who was still busy laughing at him.

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The employees moved from their seats while bowing their heads as the chief director and shareholders entered the vast boardroom. Yara walked in the footsteps of Oma Amber and several male female shareholders at such a rapid pace.

"Please sit down" said Amber.

Everyone in the room sat quietly and listened back to the chief director.

"You already know that today is the day of the transfer of the position of chief director to the new director?"

Everybody nods.

"good. I will now introduce someone who will replace me as the president director of the Lincoln Group."

Yara stands up as Amber gives her the code.

"Hello. I'm Yaraline Lincoln, used to being called Yara. Nice to meet you guys," lowered his head and sat back down.

"Yara is my only granddaughter and she is the sole heir to the Lincoln family. He is very young, but he has good skills in business. Rodderick's family sent him abroad. Ohya if any of you wonder why I just posted my grandchild and why Yara was schooled by the Rodderick family, I will answer," stared fixedly at Yara's bead. "Since the death of my children, they have advised to marry Yara to their close friends. Yara was eight years old. Mr. Gala Zayn Rodderick of the Blackfire Company agreed to their request on the condition that from then on Yara became his responsibility. And ten years later when Yara was eighteen, Mr. Gala made a comeback by marrying Yara, my granddaughter."

While Amber recounted the reason why her grandson married young, a man in a black suit with glasses matching his clothes suddenly appeared in the meeting room. Everyone is surprised not to get stuck. Everyone stood up and saluted. But not for Yara.

"I'm just done with my business, so I'm late" the man said in a heavy voice.

"It's okay Mr. Gala. Welcome and please join us" said Amber.

Gala stops her steps when she sees a girl who is none other than his wife. The look on Yara's face was irritated, she didn't even glance at Gala at all and it made Gala raise her forehead next to her.

"Yara, where are your manners" whispered Amber.

"What the hell Oma," clucked in annoyance.

"Yara! Be professional. Now you're the leader of this company!"

Yara stood up with forced carelessly rolling her lazy eyeballs. He did not look at Gala's face but his head bowed as if paying respect.

Gala exhaled his breath violently. "Please sit down, all" he said.

"Right now I have important information for all of you, that Lincoln Group will be under the auspices of the Blackfire Company. You already know what the reason is. Lincoln Group will be under the control of the giant corporation, the Blackfire Company."

Everyone who heard Amber's words soared. They seemed happy that their company was under the control of the Blackfire Company. The largest, most famous company in the world. There are many other famous companies that are part of the Blackfire Company.

Gala who was the president of the Blackfire Company, stood up from her seat and lowered her head. "Seek good cooperation from you guys" he said coldly. The look in his eyes was so sharp that it made those people feel intimidated.

Gala also gave a short, solid and clear speech so that he was greeted with a standing ovation by Lincoln Group employees. Not only Gala, Yara also as the president director of Lincoln Group conveyed a word to his subordinates.

Not until an hour of meeting took place, Amber also disbanded everyone in the meeting room.

Yara stared intently at Gala's bead, then she passed away leaving Gala and Amber talking.

"Cih, unclean can be one instance with om om om!" gerutu Yara while walking towards the door.

"Miss Yara?"

Yara glanced at someone who called her name. "Who?" he looked at a man who was none other than Gala's personal assistant.

"Done the meeting, you were told to face Mr. Gala in his office" Shanks said.

"Sorry, I'm so busy!" push Yara.

"But Miss, this is very important. Moreover, Young Miss is already the leader of this company. There are a few things you should know when working with the giant Blackfire Company."

"Bodo!" put his foot out and left Shanks.

"Wait on! Don't you just walk away, boy!"

Yara suddenly stopped when she heard that familiar voice. He jerked his feet violently while clenching his fingers. Om fucking Gala!

To be continued ...

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