
Martin was busy reading the newspaper immediately startled by the sound of vibrations from his phone on the table.
He saw the new number listed on the phone screen, then put it back regardless of the call.
Martin read the newspaper which was delayed. Again the phone vibrated, this time Martin was really disturbed.
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Martin picked up his phone on the table, then pressed the green button on the screen.
π"Hello, Assalamu'alaykum?" Martin's voice sounded cold and stern.
π"I-iya hello, Wa'alaykumussalam. Is this Mr Martin's number?" Ask Lira.
Hearing the voice of the woman, Martin smiled with satisfaction. He knows who's calling him now.
π"Yes, right. Sorry who I'm talking to?" Martin pretended not to know.
π"Hmmm..sa-me Lira, Sir!" Answer Lira nervously.
π"Oh! Nak Lira's. How can anyone help?" Martin pleasantries.
Actually Martin already knew the purpose of Lira calling him, because his men had already told him about the condition of Lira's mother who was in the hospital. Martin also knew that the Lira needed money for her mother's surgery. Only, Martin wanted to see how far the Lira survived with her stance.
π"Sorry that Lira has disrupted your precious time.
π "Call Om Only Nak Lira . Don't call me sir." Pinta Martin's. "Oh yeah, Lira want to say what's the same?"
π" Fine! Hm....O-om, can Lira ask for help not the same? I used to say that Lira can come the same, if you need help." Lira tried to remind me. Even without Lira, Martin will not forget.
π"Yes right. What can you help?"
Lira was very happy to hear Martin's question. At least, there was hope for him at this moment. Even if he had to sacrifice his pride.
π"Lira wants to borrow money for mother's operating costs in the village." Reply Lira withholds shame.
πGood. We met at the restaurant the other day, how about?" Bargain Martin.
Lira scrunched her forehead confused.
π"Why should I see you at the restaurant, om?"
Lira did not want to return to the restaurant for fear that the incident of her being insulted would be repeated again.
π"Yes no papa, let's just have a nice chat. How's it? But if Nak Lira doesn't want to, it doesn't matter." Martin deliberately makes Lira worried about his choice.
π"Alright, Lira agrees." Answer the Lira.
π"*OK! Then we'll be in the restaurant in 2 hours."
π"Good. Thanks in advance, om. Why aren't you'alaykum*?" Say sincere lira.
π"Sama-sama. Wa'alaykumussalam."
Tut's...Tut's..Tut's...
Phone disconnected. Martin was very happy, as this would be a golden opportunity for him. Martin will take advantage of the opportunity to make Lira willing to accept his offer to marry Reza
Although it sounds evil, but Martin has no choice.
πΈπΈπΈ
After talking to Lira, Martin immediately went to the room to get ready. He still has two hours. Either because happy or maybe not want to come late like the other day, which resulted in Lira getting insults from the security restaurant. Martin really wanted to avoid that from happening again.
Martin walked in a bit of a hurry. However, when Martin passed through the middle room, his steps were suddenly stopped by Reza who happened to be in the middle room with Irma.
"Why? How in a hurry?"
"Eh, no papa. Papah there's only a little business outside."
"Is there any business on this holiday?" This time Irma asked. Because Martin doesn't usually come out while he's on holiday. Martin prefers to spend his time at home reading the newspaper or just hanging out with family.
"Would you like to see an old friend, Ma? Just a moment, not for long."
"Which papah's "friend? Why not go home? Then why wasn't mom invited?" Irma asked suspiciously.
Martin was completely puzzled by his wife's question. Martin knew very well the nature of his wife. Although it looks very soft, but Irma is very jealous and possessive.
"Well, I just want to have a little chat for a second, ma! Papah went straight home." Martin tries to convince Irma.
Hearing Martin's reply, Irma finally relented. Irma felt that her husband needed time for himself.
"alright. But be careful, huh?"
Martin was relieved. "Yes dear. Yes, papah go first. Afraid of getting stuck." Martin kissed his wife's forehead.
"Hmm." Irma smiled.
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Reza was suspicious of his father's behavior. Reza felt It was not her father's custom to sacrifice his time off just to meet old friends, let alone that it was done outside the home.
Reza immediately contacted his men to follow his father.
π"Follow where my papah went. Report to me, with whom she met!" Reza's orders to one of his men.
Without waiting for an answer, Reza immediately decided on the call.
"*Sorry Pah, not that Reza doesn't believe in papah. Reza was just suspicious, because the behavior looks suspicious. Reza was afraid of papah playing with fire and making mama hurt." Reza Mumbled.
πΈπΈπΈπΈ*
Martin arrived at the restaurant earlier than he had promised. While waiting for the Lira to arrive, Martin ordered a drink first.
After another hour of waiting, the Lira finally arrived in a bit of a hurry. Lira felt bad because Martin had arrived first and was waiting for her.
In addition, Lira felt relieved because what she feared did not happen.
"Sorry, Lira is late." Lira said as she pulled the chair in front of Martin.
"It's okay. Not long ago either." Martin said casually while smiling. "What kind of drink does Lira want?" Martin tried to melt the atmosphere so that Lira did not feel awkward.
"Don't bother with it." Reject the subtle Lira.
"Sir papa. Cook for a drink, Nak Lira don't!" Martin was joking.
"It's like that, lira orange juice." Answer Lira shyly.
Then Martin called the waiter, then ordered some juice for the Lira.
Looking at the Lira who kept bowing, Martin then opened the conversation.
"Ehem.." Martin cleared his throat slowly.
"What money will Lira borrow?" Ask Martin to the point.
Lira gasped straight up her face looking at Martin.
"Hmmm....Lira wants to borrow 50 million, Om. But Lira paid it nyicil." Said Lira while continuing to squeeze her hands that had been sweating since earlier.
"Good! I'll transfer now to Nak Lira's account. But there's a condition."
The face of Lira who had been very happy immediately turned confused.
"What's the condition, Om?"
"The condition is, Nak Lira has to marry a child, Om."
Jdeeerr...
Lira was so shocked, like a bolt of lightning in broad daylight, Martin's words completely pierced the recesses of her heart.
Is this the mask of the rich? Always take advantage of the weaknesses of weaklings like Lira. When the Lira needed help, Martin was the only hope, now it is being used by the situation.