THERE'S ALWAYS A LEANING PLACE
XXVII Parts

XXVII Parts

Via and Ratna are busy packing the items to be packaged. Ratna's room looks so narrow because of so many things.

"Rat, is there an empty room?"

"There was. There are only 4 people here. You know yourself, the facilities provided are minimal. The children of the rich want to host here. Uh, why are you wondering about an empty room? Don't tell me you want a hostel, yeah!"

"Yes, I need."

"Huhahh! Is Miss Aisyah going to allow it?"

"Ssttt..don't shout that! My ears are normal. Your habits, Markonah!" sulcan.

"Ah, sorry. After all, you're just weird about being hostess."

"We need a more comfortable place to pack and put these things. You don't understand, do you? You want to sleep huddled with this much stuff?"

"Ooo.." Ratna's lips pursed.

Via gaunty seeing his best friend. Her hands spontaneously flicked those sexy lips.

"No need to put your lips together! It feels like you're twisting those lips."

"Haish, haphazardly. It's been insured. Model of your lipstick ad!"

"Take off lipstick?" Via thawing.

"Huahaha..." Ratna was stupefied at the thought of her lips dulled in teak leaves.

"Can we rent one room for warehouse and packing?"

"I'm sure I can. About that let me talk about ma ma ma kost. About payment, the business of the boss Via. Yeah, right?" Ratna glancing jokes.

"Berez. Uh, just one more. Yuk, clear our truss to the expedition."

"Ready, Miss!"

After the packing is complete, Via opens his phone. He checked the new order coming in. His smile expands his heart sign of pleasure.

"Remain smiling to himself? The persambet?" ask Ratna.

"Eits, anyhow. Nih, check orderan. There are 5 new orders. But not yet transfer."

"We're working tomorrow, right?"

"Yes. A day of 10 is good. Over 20, we're overwhelmed. We work this way the most for 2 hours. I don't want to go to college."

"Thank God, our efforts continue to grow. Thanks, yeah."

"Thank you for what? I'm the one you helped" said Via.

"Because you're asking, I have an extra allowance. I wish I could be independent. At least for now I don't have to ask for money to buy books. Hopefully I can pay for my college. Can you, yeah?" Ratna expressed her wishful thinking.

"God willing. What matters is that we work hard and are sure of His help."

"Your mother doesn't know about this, Vi?"

Via shook his head and answered softly, "I don't want you to know. What I'm worried about is that mom's gonna keep me from knowing."

Finished the delivery of goods, Via directly home. This time he went up. Azka's schedule came home a little late in the afternoon. Too long to wait for Azka.

Arriving home, it turns out Mr. Andi was waiting. The lawyer of his late father was talking to Mr. Haris who had just returned home.

"Just come home, Vi? Here, sit here! Mr. Andi has been waiting for you since," said Mr. Haris.

Via according. He sat opposite Mr. Andi.

"Look, Ma'am. As I have said that the company of the late Mr. Wirawan has begun to rise. However, the pressure experienced before the death of Mr. Wirawan is very large. The company's debt was beyond belief. Looks like something is wrong in financial management. However, I am not an expert in this field. I was helped by Mr. Arman. He was a confidant of the deceased. I'm sorry, until now the company's finances have not been healthy."

"I know, Ma'am. I'm here only to report the condition of the deceased company because Ms. Via is her only heir. Pray that my friends and I can save the company. For now, it is still focused on settling the debts first. Especially the ones that are almost due."

"Yes, Sir. Once again thank you for your hard work and help."

Via's voice turned raucous. His eyes are also glazed.

When finished, Mr. Andi immediately say goodbye. Mr. Haris drove up to the terrace.

Just as Mr. Andi's car left the yard of Mr. Haris' house, a luxury sedan came into the yard. A white-haired but still looking gallant came down from the car.

"Dad, just from the office?" greet Mr. Haris. It turned out that the person was Eyang Probo, the biological father of Mr. Haris. He grabbed the grandfather's hand and kissed him.

"Yes. Your son's still in the office. Who was that guy?"

"Dad you mean, the guest who just got home?"

"Yes, the one with the metallic black car. I'm no stranger to that car."

"That's Mr. Andi."

"And a lawyer? What's Andi's relationship with you?"

"He was a junior-classman. But, he's here there's no need with me. He had an interest in Via."

"They? Your adopted son?"

"Yes, Dad. Mr. Andi conveyed about the condition of the company Mr. Wirawan deceased."

"What does the girl have to do with Wirawan?" the tone of the Eyang Probo is rising.

"Via's the daughter of the late Mr. Wirawan."

"So..he's Wirawan's son br**** it's that?"

"Dad, don't be so loud! Let's go in first. Time standing outside the gini?"

Mr. Haris guided his father into the living room. Meanwhile, Via, who had just cleaned the living room table, overheard the conversation between father and son. As they entered, Via immediately went to the back. However, he returned to eavesdrop on the conversation. He was curious because Eyang Probo mentioned the name of his deceased father with a word that does not wear.

"You know, Haris, you've been keeping tiger cubs all this time. When he grows up, he might pounce on you. You have to let go of the girl. He's dangerous."

"What do you mean, Dad?"

"He's Wirawan's son. I'm sure, his nature is not much different from his father."

"What happened to the late Mr Wirawan? I seem to hate it so much."

"of course. He's a sneaky man."

"Didn't you know the deceased?"

"Yes. In fact, I also helped him in the beginning he started his business. However, about five years ago, his cunning almost made Dad's company goofy. Over the course of a year, Dad's company experienced a huge drop in profits."

"Is it because of Mr Wirawan? Or is it because of healthy business competition? Dad's company declined because of the conditions," said Mr. Haris.

"Well, you're a doctor. How to know this business. Anyway, I don't like that kid living here."

"Well, pity Via. He's already an orphan. How could Haris and Ayesha have told him to go."

Via could no longer listen to the two men's conversation. He rushed to his room with a cry that almost broke.

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