[Note] A Perfect Marriage

Threatened him

The day was too early when Laras entered a workspace with a light that is not so bright. Her husband was already sitting comfortably in his oversized chair. Yes, the man who was almost sixty-five years old was very obsessed with work. He could even sacrifice all his time just to work and work. For Zain money was everything and office was the crown he was proud of.

The barrel slowly and hesitantly approached Zain, the man who was focusing on the pile of paper. The woman who normally had a cold gaze and domineering aura was as if she had become helpless before Zain. He even played his fingers to ease the nervousness that suddenly ran through his body.

"What do you want?" zain asked in a cold tone typical of himself.

Rushing Laras sat in a chair that was right in front of her husband. "What do you think of the marriage of the Throne?"

"I don't care about that kind of stupid stuff. You take care of it yourself," replied Zain looking indifferent.

"God! What kind of father are you. He's your son, not a dairy cow you can only use." In the morning that even the sun was still peeking at it, Laras was already ignited by emotion.

Zain put down the ballpoint pen and raised his head to look at his wife. "Oh, Baby. Why are you so excited. Just tell me what you want?"

"I want you to make the Throne marry Love." The words of Laras this time managed to make Zain slightly dumbfounded.

"Indeed why? Didn't you always obey your son's wishes? Why don't you just obey him this time?" asked Zain while kneading his temple.

The barrel took a deep breath and took it out slowly. This time he convinced himself and gave his sharp gaze to Zain.

"I don't want my son to have bad luck like me" Laras said.

Zain squinted one eye at Laras' reply. A sentence that made the tall and sturdy man feel insinuated.

"What bad luck do you mean, my dear wife?" ask Zain who seems terrible.

"God! You must know better, Zain. If you still want me to be on your side, help me get that kid to marry Love. Let's just say this is my last request."

The barrel spoke bitterly. He swallowed his saliva as if he was swallowing a bitter pill that was so torturous. The pain suddenly hit his heart. Yes, a lot of pain was lingering in the middle-aged woman's heart.

"Don't you know I'll make the Throne the People's Council of Malaysia after I'm Prime Minister. The daughter of the Almar family is a suitable candidate. His family's influence could boost votes for later elections. Five more years, and we have to start now."

Laras clenched his hands tightly hearing Zain's explanation. The man is still ambitious with a position in government. It seems that serving as a CEO is not enough for him. The woman had already started to get inflamed and was eager to yell at the selfless husband. However, he was still trying to be sane. Barrel took a deep breath, closed his eyes and tried to neutralize his emotions.

"I told you I wouldn't help you if you didn't help me this time. I will announce that a man of noble character and noble heart has already had a child from his affair and even banished him. Remember, Zain my son is not your dairy cow," snapped Laras with emotion.

"How dare you threaten me. Tired of your life apparently, yeah." Zain also began to get emotional.

"Did you remember your promise to Grandpa Tama? Didn't you promise before he died to look after his children and grandchildren? I don't think you've forgotten who made you this." Laras is still trying to get Zain to comply.

That way seems powerful to make Zain silent not warty. His eyes quivered as memories of youth flashed through his head.

"Basic berandal! Make people bother your job," hardened a cop while hitting Zain's head.

"I'm sorry, sir. Please let me go, I promise I won't steal again. I stole that bread because I haven't eaten all day, sir. I'm hungry, please let me go" Zain clenched his hands together.

"Just let go. Bring your parents here and pay the ransom. If not, just sleep there. I don't care if you freeze to death."

Zain looked at him with a sharp and hateful gaze. His thin hands clenched tightly as if ready to punch the police officer who did not care at all about all his words.

"What's this, sir?" the baritone voice from behind Zain made the two people look at him.

"Sir Tama" said the police officer politely.

"Why this kid?" ask Mr. Tama who is also taking care of his son.

Pak Tama's son who is the same age as Zain is indeed very famous for his stubbornness. He often acts, causing his parents to have to deal with the police repeatedly. Despite being the only descendant of a wealthy family and being highly respected for his kindness, he did not make him a smart and kind child. Pak Tama's son has even stumbled on a case of magic at his very young age.

"He stole, sir. Indeed, these homeless children are very difficult to control," explained the police with a trivial look.

"Didn't your parents pick you up?" ask Mr. Tama gently to Zain.

The young man looked up at the manly man standing beside him. "I ... I have no parents, sir."

Mr. Tama was silent. His soft gaze turned into a wistful one. The young man before him was reminiscent of himself when he was his age. Fight alone without anyone standing by. The difference is that he has a lot of treasures, while this young man only has a thin and unkempt body.

"I will be the guarantor for this child. Now set him free," ordered Mr. Tama who made the police officer dumbfounded.

"Hurry up to get her release letter, I don't have much time. My son has been waiting a long time."

"Ba–well, Sir." The police rushed to process Zain's release.

From that day on Zain became Pak Tama's man. He became a good friend of Mr. Tama's son who was none other than the father of Love and Nana. Since then, Zain has been determined to become a successful person with the help of Mr. Tama. He does not want to be underestimated because of his poverty. Zain thought with money everything he could get easily.

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