Buttered

Chapter 15

At night in Tristan's apartment, the handsome, arrogant man was bowing his head with his eyes looking at the black marble floor that was blotting out the shadow of his face.

While sitting in front of a middle-aged man who was staring firmly at Tristan by standing upright, despite his middle age, but the aura emanated by the middle-aged man was so domineering and made even Tristan silently speechless.

"You've been 29 years Tristan, do you still have to scold and punish you every time you make a mistake?" ask Arya Hutama in a quiet voice but full of emphasis.

Yes, the middle-aged man is Arya Hutama, a best and most successful businessman for a decade whose age has now stepped on the head of 6.

No response from Tristan. He still continued to look down with a facial expression that was like very depressed and annoyed mixed into one.

In the room there were not only the two of them, there was also Richard and Samsudin who of course they certainly knew any problems from the two bosses.

Still didn't hear Tristan's answer. Arya Hutama looked directly at Richard. Getting a questioning gaze from his master, Richard immediately became misbehaved and awkward.

"Why is he drunk?" ask Arya Hutama.

Arya Hutama actually just wanted to hear the answer from Tristan alone. He clearly already knew what made his youngest son feel annoyed half to death. Of course because it was slapped in a public place by Sarah. But Arya Hutama also does not blame Sarah, obviously she herself saw and heard from the video that Tristan was the one who said the online taxi driver was a beggar to make Sarah very angry and slapped him.

"Young master, that Miss Shanum can't come to Tristan's 29th birthday the day after the big master! master emotions and driving do not concentrate and then hit people's cars." replied Richard.

Hearing Richard speak like that, Tristan immediately stared intently at Richard. As if saying

'Who told you to talk!'

Like that, Tristan's sharp gaze really made Richard goosebumps directly on him. Richard immediately closed his lips tightly and gestured like a person covered his mouth with a zipper then locked it and threw the key away.

Arya Hutama frowned and looked at Tristan.

"So that woman again?" ask Arya Hutama.

From Arya Hutama's question it is clear, if he looks careless with Tristan and Shanum problems.

Arya Hutama then sat down beside Tristan.

"Stop wasting your life on a woman who thinks her obsession, her career is more important than yours!" arya Hutama is full of meaning.

Tristan breathed. She loves Shanum very much, she has been dating one of the famous designers and models since five years ago. Since they were studying abroad.

"We love each other dad!" tristan assured his father.

"That's what you said, what about her? learn from your sister, she and Gisela used to love each other since college, they got married and had a handsome son. Butwhat? your ex-sister-in-law left her husband and son for a career and another man. He says love to Rendra, then how can he leave Rendra and turn to the man who is one world entertainment with him. Don't be fooled son, if he loves you that woman will obey her nature as a woman, as a wife. Your sister-in-law wants to continue to make a career, that's what broke your sister's household! and until now Rendra was even traumatized and no longer wanted to be in a relationship with any woman!" clearly Arya Hutama is long at Tristan.

"Shanum isn't like that woman named Gisel's father!" deny Tristan again.

"Now this is the case, I just don't want Rendra's past to repeat itself to you. If that woman you love, Shanum comes on your birthday and leaves all her obsessions and comes to you on your big day. Then father will not interfere anymore with your personal life, including life partner problems. But if she doesn't come, you must agree to marry the candidate you've chosen!"

Tristan's eyes widened to hear what his father had said.

"Where can be so dad... Shanum is very busy, he...!"

"Therefore dad said, if he really loved you. Then he will come as busy as he is. If he doesn't come, then he doesn't consider you more important than his career. Then you must marry the woman you chose for you, or I will cross you off my inheritance list!"

After saying that, Arya Hutama also stood up. Tristan who heard the bluff from his father also stood up.

"Dad, but...!"

"It's enough Tristan, I've tolerated you enough for five years. You should not be late tomorrow morning to come to the company. If that happens, then there are still many who can become CEOs there!" emphatically Arya Hutama who went straight out of Tristan's apartment followed Samsudin.

Arya Hutama would not listen at all to a single word that came out of Tristan's mouth to defend her relationship with Shanum. After the father came out of the apartment door, Tristan even directly slammed the sofa pillow next to him.

"Aghkkk!" peekik Tristan is upset.

He sat on the sofa holding his head. Not once or twice he persuaded Shanum, but his lover did not want to understand and instead asked for understanding from Tristan who he said would wait for him to return later after achieving all his dreams.

"I have to how's Richard?" tristan asked Richard because he could no longer think clearly.

Richard who was standing behind Tristan only scratched his nape which was actually not itchy.

"Em, yes because it's night, boss should sleep!"

Tristan's eyes immediately glanced sharply at Richard. And made the gleaming man take a few steps back.

"Quiet first the boss, tomorrow the boss will have to go to the office early in the morning. So the boss has to sleep. Yes the boss has to sleep!"

"Go from here!" peekik Tristan who immediately rushed into his room while slamming the door of his room.

Richard jumped up in shock and grabbed his chest.

"Oh em ji, fortunately the salary is large. If not, you must be tired!" murmured Richard in his distinctive style.

(Why not know what Richard is? you can imagine that it's about Reza Rahardian, a version of limp hair, well similar to that. But not that obvious, yeah. Peace om Reza).

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