THE HEIR
TAKE PART IN RACE 2
"Okay, the top event is over. As long as we wait for the jury's decision. We will be entertained by the students. Not for thirty minutes!"
The event is going on exciting. The rioters began to yawn and get hungry. Darren, Lidya, Demian, Rion Azizah brought all the children out as well as Kean and the others.
"Sat .. don't come?" ask Kean.
"No, I want to see who wins!" reject Satrio.
"Well, don't you go to the cafe?" ask Kean again.
"Lu on over there?" tanya Satrio accompanied by a nod of Kean.
"Yes, I know who won. I'm going there!" sahut Satrio's.
Kean nodded, Arimbi, Sean and the others left after kissing all the old men. Terra is not as tight as before, now he releases all the children to hang out of course with the strict guard of the guards. Terra still did not dare to take them off without a bodyguard.
The middle row looks quiet. As soon as the kids are out, the boxed rice meal is presented. Virgou holds a box with a picture of one of the candidates. The man with a million charms shook his head with a trivial laugh. He looked at Budiman who had a pure Indonesian face and also his wife. In his head came the idea to register his wife and brother in a political party that contested elections in a few years.
"Bud!" call him.
"Yes!' the man ate a box of rice on his lap.
"Hungry Lo?" virgou Syndicator.
"Yes, good to know. Try that the kids survive a little more. They got boxed rice!" sahut Budiman relaxing.
"Where are the others going?" ask the committee when handing out the box to Satrio.
"To the bathroom!" the answer is of course lying.
"So I put them in each seat!" sahut the man.
Satrio nodded quickly. There were twenty empty benches, Juno, Gio, Dahlan and Ricky were still there.
"Om, get in this to the crackle!" whispered the teenager handed the boxes on the bench.
Gio perfectly understood what his young master meant. The man took all his comrades forward and occupied the empty benches. He took the big crackle that was prepared. All the food boxes were put in crackles and hidden among them. Soon the audience came back in and filled the room. Of course, the organizers were not aware that there were no more children in the middle of the seats.
"Thank you to the audience who are still waiting for the results of the jury's decision!" sahut the host.
"How has the jury decided?" ask the host again.
'Have!' answer the jury firmly.
'Good!"
The host goes to the jury's place, picking up a single paper containing the winner and his or her score. Several promoters were present preparing to give gifts.
Virgou who saw that there was an awkwardness even prayed.
"Oh my God, don't win .. don't win!" her door.
"Eh .. Kok even ugly doain anyway!" kanya protest.
"Mama, look at that one who brought a gift!" show Virgou.
"Emang why?" ask Kanya confused.
"I'm afraid my son will be used as a benefit to boost them in the election. For the next two years, Adiba will be used as a political slave carrying the names of political participants, wrapping politics with religion. I don't want Ma!" obviously the man was upset.
Bart was already standing, the man would immediately return all the rewards for his grandson if he did win. The gaek man did not want his descendants to be a bullet in all political campaigns.
"Why Daddy?" ask Herman riled. "Sit down!"
"I'll pull Adiba from there and bring him home. Refuse all victories!" press the guy.
"Yes Dad, but don't draw attention. Not necessarily Adiba won, right?" sahut Herman's.
The man was also riled to see the photos on the banner that would be a reward for the winners. He was very sure the show was arranged.
"I'm sure Adiba and Hafid didn't win!" said the man.
"Relax Dad, who was taken by only champions one to three," said Virgou, "the champion of hope only gets a prize of two hundred thousand and a charter of appreciation!"
Suddenly Virgou stands up, calling Gomesh to bring him some cash. Five minutes the judges and sponsors appeared to be discussing, there was little debate over the names of the winners. Gomesh came with a black swipe bag filled with money.
"Sir, it's three hundred and five million!" whispered.
Virgou patted the giant man's shoulder. Gomesh chose to sit there. Gio gave her a box of food.
"You know I'm hungry!' that giant grin.
Gio rolled his lazy eye. Don't just protest if you don't get a food box. The big guy will protest if he can't. Luckily, Gio took two more boxes from the audience who came home. Gomesh eats voraciously.
Virgou approached the committee, he whispered there. Bart and the others were a little panicked by what the million charm man was doing. Many female eyes looked at Virgou full of adoration.
"Ih ... so handsome!" praise one of the women.
"Yes .. very handsome!' other sahut.
"Yes Ma'am .. That handsome husband is my husband!" sahut Puspita keki and upset with the flirtatious mothers.
Puspita was upset and was about to suppress the flirtatious mother. Khasya.
"Don't follow crazy ah!" his sweat.
Puspita was upset, he looked at a man who stood so gallant, even more gallant than the sponsors who were running for the legislature. Suddenly a crazy idea flashed through his head.
"Darling, bowu ba!' pekik Puspita's.
Virgou looked at his wife and gave a distant kiss to Puspita and moved.The lips said the same as the wife. Puspita glanced at the flirtatious mothers who did not believe she was the wife of the man they praised. Kanya, Khasya, Gisel and Terra shook their heads at the woman's behavior. Seruni, Dinar and Safitri did not participate because they had to take care of the babies with Maria.
'There is an additional gift that will be handed over by Mr. Virgou Black Dougher Young!" said the host.
Bart clucked in annoyance with his grandson who didn't know what to think there. The biggest prize for champion one is only one million, while champion two, seven hundred thousand, champion three five hundred thousand. Champions of hope are two hundred thousand each.
"For the champion hope one falls on the participant ....."
The jury's decision was inviolable. Virgou's presence on stage as a private party cut the conversation. The winner has been decided, so there is no change at all.
"Sir, please sit down!" pinta is one of the organizers for Virgou.
The million charm man sat quietly. He looked at the money and began to share it. There are five children there, he will divide the amount of the prize to the champions later.
"Ananda Indah Azahra from the boarding school Adzikra!" everyone applauded.
Prizes and awards are given. All photographed. In the legislative candidates raised the chin showing two pieces of money in red. Virgou screeched sneered.
"Please Mr Virgou!"
Virgou came forward and handed the two thump. He whispered to the host how many prizes he gave the champion's winner hope.
"Congratulations to the champion of hope, got an additional twenty million five hundred thousand rupiah from Mr. Virgou!"
All shocked in shock, Virgou only smiled sinisterly glancing at the prospective members who were campaigning. Now Bart and Bram know what Virgou means. They immediately clapped their hands while standing up. Haidar and the others also applauded.
The champion of hope two was also given a prize as big as the one before. The thirty-fifty million champion, the forty-seventy-five million champion and the one-hundred-million dollar champion, the rest of the prizes will be distributed to the non-winning children. Virgou had already split it up.
"Vote three falls on ananda Derry Ahmad Sulaiman!"
No more chins lifted from the participants of the legislature. Virgou broke their goal with a fantastic gift.
"Vote two falls on Ananda Adiba Zahra Sabeni!'
All applauded, Bart cheered.
"That's my grandson .. that's my grandson!"
Adiba receives trophies, winning certificates and also seven hundred thousand prizes from sponsors. Virgou kissed the girl's forehead responsibly, and gave her a gift.
"The first voice falls on ananda Hafid Fuad Hasan!"
Again, all cheering. The boy was thankful. He received a prize of one million from a sponsor and then a hundred million from Virgou.
"Will it be filled, son?" ask Virgou.
"You are umrohin Mamak!' point it at a man who looks at her proudly.
"Nak said father. Sir, next year I'll take the hajj!" ask Virgou.
Hafid stared at Virgou's blue iris. The man nodded firmly.
"Mak ... Next year Mamak is on the hajj!" screech the boy.
The man rubbed his hands in the face and cried. David approached her and stroked the man's back. The boy's father hugged David. Hafid hugged Virgou.
"Thank you Mr. Virgou. This is a bigger gift than it should be!" sahut chairman of the committee.
"I do this to disconnect and protect children from being burdened by greedy people!" the man replied sarcasm.
Everyone finally came home. There was a cutting of gifts from the committee. But seeing Virgou put on a rogue face. Oknum that's not doing the tasting. All the kids who didn't win were happy because they also got money from Virgou.
"Thank you dear," Typical of peeping the cheeks of the man a million charms.
"Together Mother!" he raised his chin insinuating all of his in-laws.
Haidar, Gabe, David and Budiman were grieving at him. Herman was upset because he didn't think fast.
"Basic show-offer!' insinuations.
"Mother ...," whine Virgou.
"Dad!' remember that woman.
Seriate.
Ah ... Daddy Virgou is the best.
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