DRIBBLE

BY THREAT

"Take the left lane only Kun, another five hundred meters," said Guntur while looking at the google maps in his hand.

"Ready boss," Kunto answered then turned on the left cent.

The atmosphere towards Duhur traffic flow on RC Veteran road, Bintaro area is not much different from in Bandung, dense and creeping but not jammed. In addition to the famous elite area, Bintaro area is also one of the business areas in South Jakarta. Although this is a weekend but still the flow of traffic is still crowded by private vehicles that fill the streets to find tourist attractions or enjoy a vacation out of town.

The white Pajero Sport car driven by Kunto was carefully drove slowly to take the left lane according to the instructions Thunder from Google Maps.

"That's Kun's hotel," Guntur said pointing to a large nameboard emblazoned above 50 meters in front.

Soon Kunto turned his car into the hotel and stopped right in front of the hotel lobby entrance. Thunder and Mamah Karmila got off the car first while Kunto looked for a parking space.

"Waiting in Kun's lobby" Guntur said before Kunto drove back.

Kunto nodded and drove to find a parking space to enter the lower floor. Moments later Kunto is seen walking through the previous road to the hotel lobby that Guntur and his mama had been waiting for.

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At Asrul's house, sir,

A large house with a high iron fence is seen going back and forth people come in and out of the gate that is wide open. Two well-built guards stood in front of the guard post at the end of the gate, occasionally directing incoming cars and people who asked.

On the front page of the spacious luxury house lay green grass cools the eyes like a giant rug spread among bougenville plants that look beautiful and beautiful. In the courtyard a little side can be seen standing a half-meter-high stage decorated with various colorful flower decorations. The transparent backround shows a fence wall filled with blooming bougenville plants. On the stage there was no banner of any kind there was only the inscription "TASYAKUR OUR DAUGHTER HAFIZA HANUM DEWABRATA" which was taped with thread so that it looks floating.

Mr. Asrul stood not far from the stage just watching him see people who were working decorating and also arranging chairs. Next to Mr. Asrul stood a green hooded girl toska. Her face is very beautiful like the face of Uzbekistan, her face is white, has a sharp nose in harmony with her lips are not too thick but also not too thin without makeup.

"Neng, papah wants to recognize neng with his son papah friend," said Mr. Asrul without turning his head.

"Ihh papah, what the hell," said the girl who was none other than Hafizah.

"You're sorry if you don't want to know me. His son is handsome, kind, intelligent, successful, young executife," said Mr. Asrul turned to convince Hafizah.

Hafizah's face was flushed red listening to her papa promoting a young man. Hafizah looked down not knowing what to say. In his heart, for a creature named man it seems still foreign, although many of the male friends in his college are trying to take his heart, no one can shake and melt his heart to make him fall in love.

"A minute, a minute..What do you mean?" ask Hafizah to investigate.

"Ehem.." Mr. Asrul deliberately cleared his throat to make a pause thinking to convey his point so that the princess only interested.

"Gini, gini neng. "apak Asrul again stopped not continuing his words.

"What a reward, how difficult it is," the murmur of Hafizah glanced at his papa who was stroking his chin.

"Mmm, it's so hard to tell, how is it?" said Mr. Asrul this time rubbing his nape while looking down.

"Ih, papah seems very heavy indeed pah, just talk," Hafizah sulked curiously while reaching for his papa hand.

"For now it is important to know first, then let the time set and God determines, ok?" said Mr. Asrul his face looks depressed like a big secret.

Braakkk!

"I don't want to know, Mr. Asrul should be able to persuade Hafizah! "a fat man in his 50s kicked his desk.

Mr. Asrul's face smeared, he could only be silent his hands clenched tightly to withstand the turmoil that continued to rebel in his heart. If the matter concerns her daughter anything will be done to protect her.

"If until my wish fails or you refuse, you will know the consequences! I do not hesitate to cancel all cooperation contracts and withdraw my assets in your company and pay off all your debts. And one more look at this well, your life is in my hands!" The middle-aged man exclaimed with a sinister face threatening Mr. Asrul.

Mr. Asrul was increasingly disgusted by the wish plan of one of the big Bosses who worked with him. Must be admitted a big boss named Anggoro who is in front of him today is indeed one of the business partners who contribute the most to his company even if he needs money no matter how much Boss Anggoro always give it though by way of debt interest.

Deep in Asrul's heart, he was not afraid if all his assets and contracts were broken, but one threat that made him think twice was "Killed". Had he been killed what would have been the fate of Hafizah? The corporation? It could be that everything will be snatched away by the greed of Anggoro.

The only way to avoid it all Hafizah must be quickly married off to a good young man. When he met Thunder, the idea just popped into his head. Even if he is really killed after that, he will die peacefully because Hafizah already has someone who will be responsible for protecting him.

"Bah, papah!" hafizah shakes her papa arm.

"Eh, yes yes, neng..why?" his papa sahut gelagapan disperse his reverie.

"Loh, how the hell is pah... Why," said Hafizah confused.

"Oh i, yes gini neng, the important acquaintance was the same as the son of his friend papah. Regardless of whether you like it or not is the business of the heart, right?" mr. Asrul said to calm the heart of Hafizah while avoiding deeper Hafizah questions about the burden of his mind.

"Oh, that's a reward, okay," said Hafizah.

"Sduuuh, duh, duh..seru very chat, chat what the hell?" chirped the voice of a middle-aged woman from behind Hafizah and her papa.

"Eh, ma'am." said Hafizah and his papa together.

A tall woman wearing a white hijab looks still look beautiful despite her age is no longer young step closer and then stand parallel next to Hafizah. His typical arabic face smiles at the friendliness of papah and his daughter and embraces his daughter affectionately.

"Where's everything done, baby?" ask Mamah Hafizah with her foreign accent.

"Already mah, just polishing the main stage," replied Hafizah.

"Ok, good... Your friends' invitation has arrived right?" ask mama Hafizah again.

"Already all mah but there are some friends who can not come mah, he said still abroad," said Hafizah.

"Oooh, its okay, its okay." said Mamah Hafizah as he rubbed Hafizah's arm.

"Hopefully the show will be smooth tomorrow, dear.." continued Mamah Hafizah.

"Amiiiin.." said Hafizah and his papa.

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