Father To Baron

CHAPTER 22

"So your name is Arita?" The low-pitched baritone voice, instantly attracted the attention of the two of them. Arita and the woman in front of him both turned to the source of the voice and found a man staring at him.

Suddenly, Arita's body froze in place. The woman immediately lowered her head, with her gaze shifted to another object. He still did not expect, would meet the man he met a moment ago.

"Why, Gib? You know him?" asked the woman who was sitting gracefully in front of Arita. Great hope Arita, so that the man does not confess me. The woman folded her lips in, with her eyes closed for a moment.

While the man, nodding his head even though he looks doubtful of his own answer. Leisurely, Gibran walked over towards the two of them. Looking at the chair next to the empty Arita, the man sat his body there.

"We are still both strangers. Isn't that right, Miss?" ask the man who leaned his body casually on the teak-wood chair.

Suddenly, it made Arita a little surprised. He tried desperately to keep his distance from the stranger. But in contrast to Gibran, who somehow wanted to get closer to the woman with the gray dress.

"What do you mean, Gib? How can you, you know each other? While Arita just, just moved yesterday."

The man's gaze immediately led to a figure sitting stiffly, beside him. His eyebrows wrinkled each other, as if they did not understand. Then his gaze turned to the woman before him.

"Is he a new resident here?" he asked by pointing towards Arita. Seeing the nod of the woman's head, Gibran made a small nod of his head.

Arita simply fell silent, hearing the conversation of the two people. His fingers played a ring that he wore on his middle finger, as if to vent his discomfort. At first he felt comfortable, while talking to Mona-prospective new boss.

Gibran just squinted his eyes, so lazy to hear the insinuations of his only brother. Monalisa Daniswara, the sister of a young businessman who now works as a notary leader. The woman who has a difference of 5 years from Gibran, chose success in her own way.

"We had a chance to meet, because of a small incident this morning. And yes, I am the cause" replied the man, resting both arms on the edge of the chair.

While Arita, silently cursed in the heart as soon as he heard the man's words. Small said? Even because of that 'small' incident, she had to take a bath for the second time this morning. Given the cold water in the area of his house, made the woman want to splash it on the body of the man.

At least, let the stranger feel the consequences he created himself.

"Are you hurt by my sister?" asked Mona who seemed worried when she heard her sister's speech. The woman's gaze immediately glanced at Gibran cynically, once knowing the sister was making trouble with someone she thought was important.

"Ah no, Ma'am ... I'm fine, "let the woman as soon as possible. "Again, the incident wasn't as bad as I imagined."

Gibran then looked pensively at his brother. As he got up from his seat, the man stood facing the glass barrier that revealed directly the expanse of rice fields that are so wide. His burly hand pulled out a pack of cigarettes, complete with a lighter.

"You need not go overboard, brother. My car accidentally crossed a hollow road,"