Father of My Son

Actually You This ...

A white man sat quietly, his head bowed diligently signing all the documents that had been neglected. Aric continued to be at the headquarters for several days, until he died working at the office.

Some work can be done by the judge. However, there are a few things Aric has to intervene on his own.

The judge looked worried when he saw the message on my phone, the one hundredth message on his phone. Not to mention the phone calls that continued to terrorize the Judge, because the man could not contact Aric directly.

The Judge hesitantly took two steps closer to Aric.

"What's wrong? Tell me," said Aric without turning his head, he knew the Judge had said something.

"There's good news and bad news, you want to hear which one?"

Aric stopped the ballpoint pen that would touch the file in front of him. He looked up and looked at the judge.

"Suire," His answer was indifferent. Aric returns to work on his delayed work.

"The big master told you to bring the Madam home to the main house" the Judge said in the end.

"It turns out he told people to follow me." The judge nodded.

"It's bad news, right? What's the good news?"

"Five minutes ago Rey sent me a message, Tiger wu is dead, sir."

"Hem .. so fast they're moving. What about his daughter? Did Rey find any trace of the woman?"

"Already Sir, White home. Rey just said that," replied the judge.

The corner of Aric's lips lifted up. Sure enough, all the attacks on his people were carried out by the man, who had long wanted Aric's death.

If Aric used to think only of the White Clown, now there is his small family that he must take care of.

"Master how? Look the great sir is already terrorizing me again." The judge handed her a cell phone so Aric could see.

Aric glanced at a glance, a name imprinted on that flat screen. The judge's phone kept getting divorced, waiting to be appointed.

"Hais .. so noisy. Hurry up there." Aric shook his hand to throw the judge away.

"But sir, what should I answer? The great lord keeps forcing to talk to you."

The judge gaped at the Lord's words, such an answer why did he not tell his father himself.

"Master, you better talk to the Great Master yourself." The judge pushed her phone closer to Aric.

Aric frowned, he glared his eyes at the Judge.

"Do you want to be a permanent virgin, I will gladly grant it," said Aric flatly but emphatically.

The judge swallowed his saliva violently, he suddenly felt pain in the area between the legs.

As fast as lightning the Judge stepped away, before Aric took out his little dagger.

"Hello, big sir." The judge picked up his phone after he was in the corner of the room.

"How long! Where is Aric? why won't he pick up my phone?!" yadid Gulfaam asked who was none other than Aric's father.

Yadid's voice was so loud that the Judge had to keep the flat item away from his ear.

"Emh ... Sir is busy sir."

"Busy what?! basic kid doesn't know it's lucky, doesn't he rarely go to the office ?!"

"There are other tasks besides your work" replied Halim as calmly as possible, though he felt clumsy to say Aric's reason.

"What job!?"

"Mr Aric, is making a grandson for Mister." The judge covered his face with one palm, ah.

Silent. An explosion of laughter was heard from across the phone.

"Good to tell Aric to continue."

"Good sir."

The judge breathed a sigh of relief, finally the great Lord broke his phone connection.