Young Master Sucks

Young Master Sucks
arrival of Indra. . .


"Is this building worth a place to live in?". Mumbled. Indra did not believe that the old building was even called an apartment..


"CRC... It's true what this building deserves to be called an apartment, similar to a cow pen more precisely". Mumbled again.


Alya residence is actually far from the word Apartment because the condition is not good but the owner does not want the place to be called boarding house he wants his place to be called an apartment because that is the original purpose in waking.


Old Junsen searched around and ruffled the large tablet in his hand until he finally found Alya's current location...


"Miss is at the host's house". Junsen said as he turned on the car .


"Hmm okay we're there now". Answer Indra.


Meanwhile, Alya has arrived at his house, it turns out there is already Mr. Burhan and his son..


Alya caught a glimpse at the gate of his house that read Seized by the company, there was a truck car as well that had raised some items from inside the house...


"What the fuck!". Upset Alya, she then ran into the house.


"Dad..." Call him


Everyone was shocked and looked at Alya.


"Hey Alya, are you coming?". Aldy stood up to Alya, he was also smiling happily.


"No need to talk, what does all this mean!". Maki Alya, she was already hot to see unreasonable things before her.


Mr. Burhan stood up with a smile like he was mocking "your father is corrupt, instead the company confiscated the house and other assets.."


"Enough!, that's impossible, surely this is just Om's wits isn't it?". Alya replied, his ears became hot hearing the word corruption.


"If you don't believe you can read all these documents, how much money your father has spent ". Mr. Burhan gave the map to Alya.


Alya grabbed the map, she meticulously read and saw all the details of the money, the nominal was quite fantastic..


Alya looked at his father who was sitting, he felt devastated by this incident, obviously he did not do that but Mr. Burhan could slander himself, even who Mr. Roy did not expect anymore, he said, mr. Burhan did it all and tarnished his good name just for matchmaking.


Mr. Roy has long worked with Mr. Burhan, Mr. Roy only knows the bad side of a Burhan who has been proud as a good boss.


Alya smiled obliquely "what Om thought I would believe, this is all fake.. I've never done anything so stupid, after all for what you did, we've lived well". Said Alya while giving the Map roughly to Aldy.


"Ha-ha-ha lives well enough?. You think where your father can get money all this time if only relying on salary, even for your college fees first, you think it's all enough!". Answer mr. Burhan.


"Of course enough, Brother Owin also works! Even if we had a hard time making money, Dad would have borrowed it not to steal anything else this much ".


"cr.ck..ck... Little boy knows what about it, at that time we came here to offer peace by way of arranged marriage but seeing your impolite behavior it seems I will rethink..." Said Mr. Burhan, even though he wanted to threaten that Alya would beg to marry his son.


"You think I want to get married and have a family like you ..." Alya refused firmly


"Fire..." Aldy turned his lips around, he was sulking because Alya had just rudely refused.


Mr. Burhan smiled sweetly at his son, as if to say "calmly let the papi take care of everything".


"Let's see how far you and your family will survive..." Said Mr. Burhan.


"Bottom him". Mr. Burhan ordered his men to bring Mr. Roy forcibly with the intention of threatening to put Mr. Roy in prison ...


Mr. Roy rebelled, he didn't want to go anywhere, Ms. Nensy also started crying for mercy but Mr. Burhan remained stubborn.


"Enough you've gone too far in our house.... Let go of my father, asshole!". Alya tried to prevent Mr. Burhan's men from getting out of the house.


"Home? Ha-ha-ha this house has been seized by the company and what else are you saying... If you want your home and your father back then just take Om's son". Mr. Burhan laughed with satisfaction in following with the smile of his son Si Aldy who felt he had won


"Stop!!!".


Deggs.....


Indra and Junsen appeared from behind the door.


All eyes were on the two of them.


Ms. Nensy wiped her tears, the man she saw now seemed familiar, Ms. Nensy wondered where she had seen the man before, Ms. Nensy forgot that Indra often appeared on TV by promoting famous Brands.


Alya turned her head and felt astonished, "lord Indra?" What's he here for?" His inner.


"Master Indra?". Said Mr. Burhan, of course, Mr. Burhan knows, who is not familiar with young billionaires who have always been the subject of warm conversation of the community about his achievements and also his wealth.


"Well right... It's a good thing you know so I don't have to bother introducing myself anymore". Indra replied with a serious firm face.


"Master, what do you need here". Ask Alya.


"Of course I miss you honey ". Indra came forward and hugged Alya's waist..


Ha-ha-ha drama what else is it, Alya is not even ready with the hook that Indra suddenly did.


All eyes glared in surprise at the incredible sight before them..


"What the fuck". Shouts Aldy .


Indra smiled obliquely "you who dare bother my future wife".


Again and again all surprised not play..


"What do you mean sir?". Ask Mr. Roy.


Indra hinted to Burhan's men to release Roy, then Indra said he would marry his daughter in the near future.


"I'm planning on marrying Om's son". Say it with a smile.


"really?". Ms. Nensy approached then asked expectantly.


"certain". Indra replied, not forgetting the first time Indra kissed Alya's head..


Alya harrumphed red, what the hell is this young master, without cue and he did just that in front of his parents.


"Jay's honey". Indra said, very close to Alya's face.


Alya was still goosebumps and shaking but when she saw Mr. Burhan and Aldy she immediately ventured..


"real darling". Her tone changed to dear wkwkwk.


"What the hell is this all. papi, my baby Alya.." Aldy whined, he was annoyed to see Indra hugging Alya affectionately.


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