The Savings of Mr. Kost
Eps 03 | Susul Me To Hell

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"So you're going to host it here?" A man who was about thirty years old was staring at Gralind.

From his face, Gralind can see clearly the Asian facial line there, quite thick eyebrows and charming chin. "Known, I'm Albar, sister of Tania's mother who owns this Kost-an."

Albar stuck out his hand, Gralind was silent for a moment, the man before him was the younger brother of the woman who destroyed his family in the past.

"Hello?"

Gralind. "W-I, Gralind, Ms. Tania and Mr. Troy, where do the hostels go?"

"Sister Tania is busy well, if Bang Troy is her husband Kak Tania, she who used to be Mr. Kost here only she went out for a while to buy kitchen materials, because at this boarding house, he said, shared kitchen stuff in the same owner's contents, so Bang Troy told me to make you, look around."

Gralind nodded slowly, he understood the intent of Albar. "So, can we take a look now?"

"Bye, dong! Come with me, "Albar invites Gralind to enter the boarding house while continuing to explain. "These rooms are special girls well, there are eight rooms, four are filled plus you are five, well your room is in the first corridor, one corridor there are four rooms, and so on, well this first corridor has no contents, only you yourself, gapapa right?"

Gralind nodded his head slowly, Albar himself was looking for the key to Gralind's room candidate. "Please, the facilities we have provided, there is Free WiFi, there is a bathroom inside, a bed, cabinets and electricity just as the water was borne by Bang Troy."

Gralind checks into the room, neat and clean, for the size of the empty room here is quite clean, like an apartment.

"Good, I like it, there's a balcony again, I can't believe it's a boarding room" Gralind replied.

"Bang Troy was an Architect, so he designed all of this" Albert explained. "Bang Troy said, the price of the room was one million and two hundred, take care of all the facilities, if it is expensive it can be nego."

"I'll take it!" gralind replied quickly.

No wonder for Gralind, facilities like this seem to be a figure named Troy that only makes his Kost as a side-job not a play-job considering he is a famous architect he said.

"I'll rent for the next year, can I have the account?" Gralind.

Gralind seemed to be tinkering with his online banking app and sent the nominal he had to pay for a year, after he finished showing his phone monitor to Albar.

"Okay, you for the size of students from the village are quite rich well, can rent this boarding room a full year," Albar told Gralind.

Gralind willed, he must reason what now. "Alhamdulillah, my father was a successful farmer there, this boarding room I can place now, right, I want to rest."

"May, can I help you get your things?"

"Empire, I'm here just bring the body and clothes, other supporting facilities like I'll buy deh," Gralind replied to Albar.

Albar gave a thumbs up sign, Gralind went into the room dragging her suitcase, she locked the door and walked towards the dressing table provided there.

He looked at his own face, in the mirror, the face with thick glasses, the hair in the ponytail, very far from the usual word, Gralind sighed, he took off those glasses and also the pigtails of his hair

Letting her hair down, beautiful and perfect, it was Gralind. "Mom, I've entered this hell, I'll make sure our revenge is avenged."

Gralind stared at the photo of her mother and switched to sitting on the dresser chair, she opened her laptop and found out about Troy.

Troy is a Thirty-six-year-old man, he is Tania's second husband after Tania divorced Gralind's father and died.

"This Danish blooded man is an easy target, I'll give you a sense of how beautiful it is when our happiness is taken away, I'll take off your mask, Tania!" whispered Gralind in his heart.

A burning grudge had already flowed in his blood, it was enough for him to be silent, his happiness had already been snatched away, and he would not let the bearer be happy himself.

Gralind opened his notebook, he wrote something with a pen in tears. "If this makes me go to hell, at least let him follow me to hell."

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