Forced to Marry a Rich Widower

Forced to Marry a Rich Widower
episode seven


"tanteeeee" Andra called out to Leela who had passed, but not too far away.


Leela turned her head to make sure who was calling and who was being called? when he saw that there was a little boy raising his hand, he frowned, as if asking if he had called me? he thought.


"tanteeee" again andra called out to her, as andra felt no answer andra ran towards Leela.


Andra put on her innocent face and said "Tante I want to play again with aunt" while clenching both hands wrongly said please do not refuse. his slightly plump body and round cheeks made anyone squash and crumble at him.


"haaaahhh play again?


Bimo furrowed his brows, but remained in his position.yes he was a cold man as cold as snow at the north pole (possibly). hahaha


Leela who saw the expression on bimo's flat face immediately replied to the little boy's request earlier.


"ah yes sweet boy, but later yes play aunt will have to work first, later we play again yes okay" while sitting down to line the body andra.


"holeee (raises hands up with her arcs as if she just won a race) but promises yes auntie" while raising her little finger.


"promise" Leela replied with her sweet smile as she greeted andra's little finger,


Leela glanced at the circular clock in her hand. "yes aunty came home first huh, adek back to papa ya!!! tuh papa nungguin" looked at Bimo.


Leela moved back to her place of work without looking back at Bimo.


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Today went smoothly without any drama as before.the reason he was not made a bother by his son so he could focus on completing his work.


the clock is 14:45, and he looks at the sofa. Seeing that Andra was asleep, usually Andra fussy asking for this before going to bed. Bimo took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.


tok tok tok sound of the door on tap


"in" his orders.


Appearing an athletic person, his age looks about 25 years, has a handsome face makes always adored by women. Almost perfect, but unfortunately just barely, not perfect like a cigarette haha. (Sampoerna) His name is Edvan.


"sit down" Bimo ordered as he saw who was coming.


"What info do you bring?" ask directly at the point.


"so sir, Miss Ariana did return to the capital two days ago


" his eyes frowned, expressing a little surprise, because the person he was waiting for had returned, but why he did not meet me immediately, that was what he thought.


"and for the woman whose master she means is Siti Nur Leela, she worked in the cafe of Mr. Arga from 2 two years ago this is her army data" Edvan continued his story while giving a brown envelope.


"does Ariana and the woman know each other" Bimo asked again.


"it doesn't seem like a master" quickly replied Edvan. Bimo nodded his head in a nod while playing the pen in his hand.


"please find out more about that woman!!!" bimo.'s orders as if to say do not fail and not satisfy.from the look of his eyes Edvan already understood.


"well" that's the word that always comes out of Edvan's mouth.he doesn't have any more strength when dealing with Mr. Bimo.


Bimo got up from his big chair and took out a thick brown envelope. Imagine what it is?.


" thank you for working so hard today, here's your pay and come back. I gave the thick envelope.


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