THE HEIR
BAR-BAR HIS DAUGHTER
Maisya is a flower that blooms and is very beautiful. Many beetles came and went, but none of them came close.
There were even some who came closer to death directly due to the protective plant that had a very deadly poison.
Maisya is a rare beautiful rose. But around him there are many shrubs that will be wrapped around and ensnare anyone who comes.
Maisya Afsyun Black Dougher Young, nineteen years old. Wavy black hair, with a high posture of 169cm with a weight of 59kg. Her dark black eyes were on him. Her skin is exotic like her mother's. An introvert, quiet and not much behavior like his twin.
"May!" the girl looked.
"Yes?!"
Ignatius Wirawan, a famous businessman. Still young and handsome. The man had just won a big tender at Virgou's Piterest Black Steel company.
Maisya came as a representative of the company that handles bookkeeping. Virgou promotes children there to all existing companies.
"So if there is a mistake in bookkeeping data collection, we as a provider of rearrangement services. As long as it is accompanied by legal counsel both from the banking and also the company itself," explained Dimas always CEO at PT Tridhoyo (SaveAcounting).
Maisya looked at the handsome figure who called out to him. The man was about to approach before a towering large body blocked him.
"Sir, what can I help you with?" gomesh asked with a horrible smile.
Ignatius swallowed the coarse salivary. The man retreated in order before himself was stepped on imprudently by the handsome giant in front of him.
Mai who never pinched anything no matter what happened. The girl went to the toilet and thought she had to change her pads.
"Ck .. use the fast again. Males is changing his fast!" lamented annoyance.
After cleaning yourself and throwing the pads in the trash. The girl was about to return to the room where everything was.
"Miss," the saint watched the movements of his young lady.
"Father," the girl complained.
Accustomed to the most junior rioters calling all the men bodyguards is papa. So all the children called their guards with the same call.
"Miss, let's go back!" bring Santo.
"Pa, I want to eat. Hungry ... no longer fasting," he whined.
"Miss, it's only eleven in the afternoon. No shops open!" sahut Santo's.
"We go home, yes" he asked again.
"Old Pa," Maisya's whine stroked her stomach which was indeed hungry.
"Features of tolerance and respect for the fasting. So the non-fasting ones are forced to fast!" grumbled Maisya annoyed.
"Miss ...."
"Ih really Pa. You should feel faith and be able to resist temptation. Time is only void because people see food. If you have the intention!" continues mendumal.
"Miss ... not all think alike. Respecting fasting people intentionally tempting them to break their fast by serving food in plain sight is wrong!" obviously Santo.
"The purpose of the prohibition of selling when fasting is to prevent people from doing mudhorot on others who are fasting" he explained.
"Others who don't fast how is Pa? Should I give up?" asked Maisya annoyed.
"certain Miss. I'll give up just this month. Eleven months later, Miss is free to snack anywhere without anyone forbidding" replied the Saint who finally made Maisya silent.
"What about the traveler Pa?"
"Musafir should know what month it is. So he should not have traveled far. This is modern age after all. Just hide in a closed place and eat quietly. No one forbids it" replied the Saint again.
Maisya followed Santo and brought him back to the meeting room. There only live Virgou, Affhan, Dimas and Gomesh as well as three other bodyguards.
"Miss hungry sir," reported Santo.
"Let's go home, have lunch at home!" bring Virgou.
"Daddy didn't go to work?" ask Affhan.
"There's your Pa'lek taking care of it!" replied Virgou casually.
"Mashaallah Daddy, Pa'lek will be getting married soon. Time is given the task anyway!" affhan protest.
"Belgium!" fierce Virgou keki.
The man still thinks Satrio is a child. He was twenty-one years old.
"Yes, Papa Pablo and Papa Fabio are getting married this week. Time is told overtime!" sahut Dimas again.
"You are yes ... so noisy!" fierce Virgou pissed.
The man nagged a short length. Maisya hugged her father's arm tightly.
"Eh .. It's Non Maisya different Ama his father huh?" the whispers of the women began to gossip.
"Yes .. is not similar at all. Is he Mr Virgou's handsome son who missed the delay?" ask others still curious.
"Mr Affhan mah is still there to strengthen his father," continued another.
Maisya was indeed very different from the Virgou lineage. The girl had the face of a pure Indonesian mother. While Affhan is still emanated bulenya face even though the color of the pupils is the same as the mother. Black solid.
"Drug!" shouted one of the women on the side of the road.
Virgou and the others are in the lobby. Maisya who heard that ran away. Virgou can't stop it. Gomesh and Santo followed, Dimas and Affhan did not get there because three bodyguards held them.
"Ah ...my daughter!" lamented Virgou.
There the pickpocket is caught by Maisya. The body of the young man who was lifted because he was grabbed by the collar of his shirt by Maisya.
"Heeeeekk!" the man tried to take off Maisya's strangulation.
"Miss, miss Miss!" pinta Santo's.
Gomesh took over the pickpocket. Then Mai's grip was released.
Everyone looked at the scared Maisya. Not even the men there dared to look at the girl.
"Where's honey?" ask Virgou.
"Seru Daddy .. tomorrow-tomorrow. I want to go back to this cup again!" answer Mai spirit.
Virgou smiled, remembering how his wife used to be when the girl finished off the thugs who confronted her. Even the funny conversation between her and her mother-in-law about guns.
"You're just like your mother, baby" Virgou said, peeping at her daughter's head.
"Sure, I'm Mommy's son!" sahut Maishiah.
"You have Bu'lek must be another story!" he continued to be more enthusiastic.
Virgou let out a long breath. Athena Goddess Triatmodjo, seventeen years old. The girl was also very bar-barous and no one could match her.
"Does baby want to be like Bu'lek?" fresh Dimas.
"Bu'lek Aikido master and also taekwondo at the national level" he said.
"Baby Dew is going to Russia for the world championship. Baby will be the youngest martial arts master to win the event" Dimas said.
"Gosh ... has the child gone that far?" ask Gomesh scared.
"Mr ... Baby Bariana has followed in the footsteps of Baby Dew," Affhan said lazily.
"What's going on?" ask Virgou pretending not to know.
"Really?" everyone looked at him in disbelief.
Virgou clucked, he did know all the steps of the children. His sensitivity as a father was deeply felt.
"Baby Bariana yesterday just dropped a boy who mocked his curly hair" Affhan reported.
Virgou laughed, whether he should be proud, sad or something. All of his descendants are amazing. He can't wait for the exciting adventures of Aaron, Azha, Bariana, Arraya and Arion in their elementary school.
Seriate.
They are different Daddy ...
Next to.
THE BIG FAMILIES?
soon ya!
bowu ba 😍 _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________