The Lord's Concubine
Mr. Mandor Wants to Apply

Dreet ... dreett ....

Zian's phone that he had placed on the table suddenly shook. The man grabbed him and then checked who these nights were calling his cell phone number.

"Sir Anton?" muttered Zian while linking his two eyebrows. "Tumben these nights he called me?"

Zian received a call from the palm oil plantation foreman and then put his cellphone beside his ear.

"Yes, Sir?"

"Zian, I'm sorry to bother you these nights. Actually there's something I want to talk to you about and this is very important."

"What is that, sir?

"I want you to help me, Zian. If you manage to help me, I'll double your salary!" mr. Anton said with great enthusiasm.

Zian grew even more astonished, but he already had a bad feeling from the old man's wishes. "Ehm, what kind of help is that, Mr. Anton. If I can help you, I will do it with pleasure" Zian said.

"I want to propose to your beautiful cousin's sister, Zian. Farra ... Even her name always ringing in my ears," said Mr. Anton while imagining the beautiful face of Farra.

Zian bent his face perfectly. He was really upset to hear the old man's request. Zian had expected this before, especially when he saw the way Mr. Anton had asked Farra to speak this afternoon.

"I'll propose to him with a fantastic dowry, just tell him how much he wants. I'm going to buy him a much more luxurious house than my wife's fourth house and you don't have to worry, Zian. If you manage to persuade Farra to marry me, I will buy you a new car. Same car as mine, how?!" The death of Mr. Anton.

Zian shook his head slightly. Zian's two eyeballs even twisted perfectly after hearing the old man's mischievous request.

"From helping you, Old Man, mending I help myself to get love from the girl" murmured Zian with a face bent in annoyance.

"Hallo, Zian? Are you still there?" ask Mr. Anton because Zian did not reply to his words.

"Yes, Sir. I'm still here. Um, I'll tell Farra your intentions and desires. And let's hope Farra is willing to accept your proposal, sir."

"Ish, baby amit-amit," murmured Zian, distancing his cell phone so that Mr. Anton would not hear what he was saying.

"Good! And remember my words, Zian. You're gonna get double the raise and the same new car as my car, cool, right?!" mr. Anton said before the man ended his call with Zian.

"Damn it, this guy really doesn't remember his age apparently. Old, many wives, still looking for new prey," Zian grumbled as he put his phone back on the table.

The man tidied up the pillow then pulled the blanket and closed his eyes. Still the same as the previous nights, Zian slept in the long chair in the front room.

Since Zian's modest home only had one bedroom space, the room that Farra and Aksa were occupying was. However, Zian still felt comfortable and his sleep was still good even though he did not sleep on a soft mattress.

. . .

He went to the kitchen and noticed Farra who was so agile about her work, that people were still asleep in their sleep.

"Sister Zian?" Farra was confused when she realized that the man was already behind while watching her.

"I salute you, Farra. When everyone is asleep, you are cool with your work here" Zian said as he approached Farra.

"I'm used to it like this, brother. Even before I got married ...." Farra stopped her speech and then let out a long breath.

"Well, what can I do for you?"

"No need, brother. I'm almost done anyway. Just waiting for that one to ripen, '' ''til." Farra smiled back at Zian.

Zian nodded his head slowly and sat down on the dining chair while watching Farra who was still busy with her kitchen utensils.

"Basar Raja crazy, this kind of wife even wasted. Look, King! I'll make sure you regret what you did" Zian grumbled inwardly.

Farra approached Zian with a cup of hot coffee. He placed the coffee in front of the man, then sat there and sipped a glass of warm tea.

"Thank you, Farra." Zian back ter then tried to sip the coffee while blowing it.

"Sister," call Farra.

Zian raised his head then looked at the girl sitting before him closely.

"Yes?"

"Have you ever been married?" asked Farra suddenly.

Zian was silent for a moment, but his eyes remained fixed on the girl without even blinking an inch.

"What's the matter, Farra? Do I look like Fathers?" sahut Zian chuckled softly.

"It's not like that I mean, brother."

"Oh yes, by the way about the Fathers, Brother so remember the same Mr. Mandor. He said he wanted to propose to you, Farra," said Zian, who chuckled again.

"Ish, what a big brother, anyway!" annoyed Farra while hitting the man's arm with the teaspoon he was holding.

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