Pura-Pura Jodoh
Ibn's Duty

Angry, upset, sad is a form of emotional overflow from Frans' current self. He was consumed by the argument, which accuses his wife of being without evidence, swallowing unanimously what Priscilla had said that day. He had known Priscilla for a long time, knowing she was between telling the truth and lying. And yesterday, an accidental meeting with Lula, as concrete evidence of Priscilla's words.

Anyone who was in Frans' current position, would probably do the same, demanding an explanation from Lula! but not the explanation obtained, but the attitude of silence and confusion Lula. The girl was pretending to be innocent, not knowing the meaning of her words. And Frans promised never to believe again.

From the steering bench Frans hit the steering wheel so hard. Unfortunately his emotions did not decrease in the slightest, he actually got more emotional when he saw Lula talking to Levin.

"Take a look at you, Lula!"

Frans' revenge is burning. He can't keep this up. He should discuss this with Lula, as soon as possible. If Lula had not been practicing the exam today, Frans would have pulled the girl's arm and carried her away.

Seeing that Lula had entered the school building, Frans stepped on the gas pedal of his car deeply. At high speed he drove his car to the office.

Frans' hands were so agile as to play the horn, asking the person who was blocking his way to get out of the way. There is no tolerance for other road users.

“All women are indeed no one can be trusted, all bastards!" upset ass. "How are you doing with Rainer, if you know about all this! is he going to hit me?! Or will he punish Lula?!” he murmured while shaking his head.

“Damn it! Why is my mind so full of that girl!” Frans got more emotional, his hand hit the steering wheel again until it made a horn sound that sounded so loud. And what was done, made everyone who stopped at the red light, shocked.

"Based on the rich! if you can't wait, please fly! or all through the sky!" such are the swear words that Frans can not hear, they grumbled because of Frans' arbitrary attitude towards other riders.

If the red light had not turned green, Frans would have gone down, and hit the male rider staring intently at his car. As if challenging, himself to come out, and fight strong. Luckily Frans was still able to be patient, forgetting the gaze of the unknown man

Arriving at the office building, Frans set foot for the first time after several days of absence. The view of the officer who passed seemed to skin him, understand if the boss is now in a bad mood.

While walking towards the room, Frans did not escape speaking in a rude voice, giving any task when passing through any division he passed.

“Make me coffee, no sugar!” his sarcophagus when he saw an OB cleaning glass. "Don't wear it for long!" coined. Without waiting for an answer, Frans continued to step, his hand opened the door of Ibn's room which was currently passed, without stepping in he gave the order that Ibn come into his room.

While waiting for Ibnu to come, Frans stood by the window. Turn off the fire to the tip of the cigarette that has just been issued. For a moment he enjoyed the smell of tobacco that had just caught fire. Until the door of the room was pushed slowly by Ibnu, Frans just took a seat on his throne.

Unsolicited Ibn began to explain the agenda today, as usual that every day he did when the boss had just arrived. “The big lady asked me to clear your schedule today, Sir!”

Frans frowned, puzzled by Ibn's report today. “Reason?!”

“Major lady advances the inauguration of the office. And the show will be held later tonight!” Ibn tried to explain carefully, afraid that the news will further ignite the emotions of his superiors.

“Eyang didn't even tell me! We met.”

“O, yes?” Ibn was astonished, unlike his usual great mistress, to do so, changing the schedule without first discussing with his granddaughter.

Frans knows the event, but it's still in a week's time. What did he ask, what happened to Eyang? why did he advance the show? “So today there is no agenda of any?”

Ibn nodded his head. "Yes, Sir!" Ibnu asserted again.

“Good, so I can take care of my stray cat!” frans Lirih.

"How, Sir?" Ibn tried to ask, because Frans' voice was not so clear.

“What about the task I gave you?!” Frans began to manage his emotions.

“Tasks, which one, sir?" Ibn asked back, the feeling he had completed the task given by his superior.

Frans was careful. He did not want Ibn to be suspicious about what he was currently feeling. “So—soal Lula! You got it, right? or did you forget about being busy with office tasks?!” his emotions rose again when he saw Ibnu's reaction even now he was standing in front of Ibn.. “Basic! There's no me, you're as good as you are! even if it's not an office job, whatever I ask you to do, okay?!” Frans raised his index finger towards Ibn's face. The aura of wrath was clearly drawn on Frans' face at the moment and it was hard to control.

“You're the reason moreover, YOU!” frans jolted, interrupting, as Ibn's lips opened to answer. “I don't want to know, find any information that Lula and Levin have done! Soon!” it gets hotter when you imagine how Levin and Lula met a few minutes ago.

“Pak!” call Ibnu.

Frans' breathing went up and down, astonished at all the people he met today who always made him ride the apitam.n "Don't give me any reason! quickly finish what I've asked of you!" frans Sentak.

“Pak, I have completed that task! I have reported it via email!”

Frans was silent, only his eyes worked as if looking for the meaning of honesty from Ibnu's speech.. “Email? Can't you talk to me directly?! Quotation exhausted? Huh!” the sarcasm is getting emotional. In fact, he knew it was his fault to ignore any information from electronic media, because yesterday he was busy looking for a psychologist for Priscilla.

“I'm worried my phone is interfering with Mr. Den—'s company

“Close your mouth! Count to five you must leave my room immediately!” frans said, back to the seat. “One …

Not yet counted to three, Ibnu has come out of the work room of his superiors. Frans looked at Ibnu's room from the cctv, seeing that the man had entered the room he contacted the man through an intercom connection.

“Nobody goes into my room. Whoever it is!” the level, firmly.

“Good, Sir!”

Frans closed the intercom. Prepare to find the email that was sent by Ibnu yesterday. Since there were so many emails coming in, he needed to find Ibnu's name in the new email list. Until when I found Frans quickly opened the email.

Frans repeated several lines of the sentence that Ibn.

Little Miss turned down Levin's offer. Even Levin himself told me the truth about it to my man.

In the little miss's savings book there is indeed a money-in mutation. A total of 100 million, but that's from Mr. Ken Adhitama.

Frans enlarged the appendix that Ibn sent. Which contains a photo of a savings book called Lula, Frans saw the balance of Lula's savings book that left 75 million.

“What was he using the money yesterday?”

Frans grabbed her hair pretty strong. Obviously, this means Priscilla wants to part with Lula. He who has reversed that fact, to make Lula who became a scapegoat here.

Frans had a look at her attitude towards Lula a few minutes ago. He regretted it when he realized the mistake he had made. “I have to come early to pick him up.”