Forced to Marry a Rich Widower
episode one

Bimo Aditiya Kusumo yes, he is one of the descendants of Java, who live migrated to the capital with the aim of changing fate. It turns out that his business is not in vain, his business is advanced, and much respected by his business relationships. But unfortunately his success is much different from his romance story. So, he turned out to have a cold nature, and impressed indifferent.

Siti Nur Leela is familiar with the call of leela, she was born from a simple family as the first child of 4 children. Factors of economic circumstances that are far from established, or if the word child is now very destitute, make him forced not to continue his education and bury in - in all about his dreams. To survive alone and help his sister's school fees, he must be willing to stay away from the parents, and slam the bones. Go home early in the morning for work at a cafe in the capital.

Andra Aditya Kusuma, the son of Bimo. Andra is 4.5 years old. Slightly fat, round cheeks, and white skinned. The most adorable thing about Andra is his slippery, nimble style of speech.

(the introduction )

One beautiful morning where the sun had begun to come out of hiding and smiled to greet the inhabitants of the earth. Welcomed with the chirping of birds, as well as dewdrops in green foliage, and fresh in view. Because the sun dared to infiltrate through the glass window without the permission of the young master, like an intruder who woke the owner of the palace.

"hooooaaammm" that's how Bimo just came out of his dreamland.

Start to stretch the body, put the palms together and push as far as the strength of his hand to stretch the muscles.

Suddenly his ears were jolted by a scream and pounding the door of the room.

"papiiiiiii" cried Andra while banging on the door of the papi's room.

"Door door door"

Bimo, who was still collecting the remains of his life, finally came down from the bed to the door that sounded unwilling to stop.

Ceklek, Bimo opened the door lazily. Instantly his eyes rounded to see his son holding a towel. He glanced at the wall clock and the needle showed at 06:45

"Gosh" Bimo patted his eel while holding his son into the bathroom. How dizzy Bimo, every morning he had to prepare the needs for him to work, and also the needs of his son who was still on the bench Kindergarten. Not to mention that sometimes Andra is fussy, or sometimes he is difficult to work with as this morning.

"Andra put on his shirt!!!" bimo shouted at his son who instead ran here and there, feeling he was playing after history when Bimo chased after him to immediately wear clothes.

"no papi" while going up to the bed and jumping, and sticking out his tongue.

"Let's dong this dear afternoon, later papi late to the office dear" said Bimo, but Andra still with the same position.

"ok, if you don't want to wear clothes, papi stays" while Bimo walks towards the door.

"emm papi don't, hiks hyks" Andra even cry.

B**isa broke my head if every day kayk gini. Inner Bimo

damn I'm late. Inner Bimo

Black sports cars have arrived in front of a towering luxury building.

The car door opened, clearly a burly man, wrapped in a black suit, and a red tie hanging from his neck. Coupled with perched sunglasses add to his charisma, so that anyone who glances at him can immediately fall in love, and want to have it. But it turns out not as easy as turning the palm of the hand.

The man tidied up his uncluttered clothes and began to step into the building.

After arriving in a special room for him, Bimo took a deep breath as he looked at the pile of files waiting for him.

Bimo took off the sunglasses that had been perched covering his eyes and took off the work coat that wrapped his body and placed it on the back of his great chair.

After everything was stored in place, Bimo's muscles, heart, and brain began to fight with the beam that had been waiting for him since.

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Sorry if the storyline is still missing,

first time writing a novel, because I like to fantasize.

instead of imaginations, let's dream together.

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