HANDSOME OJEG HANDYMAN

HANDSOME OJEG HANDYMAN
Harsya Decree



One unit of the Marcedez Benz e-class car that has been modified beautifully drove splitting the streets in the hot day is very tight.


The Luxury car drove very fast according to the car in front that was no less luxurious. Arriving at the turn of the road that leads to one super Elite housing. Two cars that had been chasing each other immediately turned and entered the road to the luxurious Mansion of his employer.


Arriving at one of the towering gates and visible signboard so clear with expensive wood carvings. HARSHA BADZIL ISMAIL ABDULLAH. Seen in the plank of that luxurious building.


Then the guards opened the gate of the Mansion to enter immediately because the arrival of the two of them had been waiting for by the Young Master and the others.


"Good day, Mr. Gandhi. Mr. Dirga." Mang Jaka bowed respectfully as the two of them got off his car.


"Siang Also Mang. Have they all gathered.?" Ask Gandy


"Already Master......... Everyone's waiting in the living room." Jaka.


"Yeah...... I went in first. Let's go straight to the living room." Take Gandi.


"Ready Brother......... Mang Jaka. I'm going in first." Said Dirga.


"Please Mr.........!!


"Until her in the living room. Gandhi greeted some of the people present in the room.


"Big Master. Big Madam. Young Master and Young Miss Halimah. And the others have a good day." Said Gandi immediately bowed respectfully at being followed by Dirga.


"Sir Gandi and Dirga please sit." Harsya. While Abdullah and Mrs Aisyah just smiled.


"Thank You Young Master. Said Gandi directly sitting with Gandi in an empty chair.


Harsya stared intently at Dirga. Then she turned her eyes towards the Goddess and Beautiful. The atmosphere in the living room. No one dared to let out a single person's voice.


"Pak Komar and Pak Kardi. Please express the purpose of coming to my Mansion during the day." Tell Harsya with eyes so sharp.


Two men with the title of family head seemed to have dared to speak. Mr. Kardi just bowed as well as Mr. Komar. The two of them seemed to be locked his mouth to make a sound.


"Tu.... Signore... Younger. Harsha. Just make up for all our son's mistakes." The sound came out of the mouth of Bu Komariah her mother Dewi with a brick.


"Bu Komariah....... I'm not your Young Master.! I am a young man who wants to be wretched by Indah and Dewi and Hani.


Heard Harsya's words. Beautiful and Goddess then moved and immediately knelt and cried in front of Harsya.


"Young Master we were both forced to betray you.


"This is all we do because we have to. Know that all this is due to the solidarity of friendship with Hani Omardani. If I and Indah don't obey him that the friendship between us will dissolve and Old Man Hani will be hostile to both of our parents." Said the Goddess still in her knees together Beautiful.


Harsya who heard this immediately looked at those around her with an evil smile.


"Beautiful and Goddess. I won't urge you. And will forgive all the mistakes made by both of you and Hani. Now I'm kind and I'm gonna let go." Harsya said still while smiling wickedly.


Hearing this Beautiful and the Goddess immediately raised her face towards Harsya. To ascertain whether his speech was correct or was just toying with him.


"Why Beautiful. Goddess.?" Do you doubt my word.


"I'm not going to ask this and that to either you or your two Parents. I know you're depressed by me and my people. Because after all you are my best friends. And both of your parents I've considered my own Parents.


"Go now and leave this place.!! Harsya said which made everyone who was in the room aghast.


"Go before I change my mind." Snapped Harsya out loud.


This clash made the Goddess and Beautiful along with her two Parents increasingly shiver in fear. The two of them further buried their faces and were only able to see the end of Harsya's sandals.


"Sister Gandi. Brother Maman. Call Harsya.


"Every Young Master. Said Mang Jaka who had just stood up.


"Take them back to the apartment that has been loved by his son Ruli Siregar Rusady. Harsya's Order.


"But......... Young Master........... These Two Men. Not to mention finishing Gandi with his remarks. Harsya has cut.


"Take me say. Am I really your Young Master. So that every word I say will be followed. Or I am just a fake young master that you can use like a puppet for your own benefit." Snapped Harsya with a voice that started high.


There was no other choice for them but to obey. Harsya Wishes.


"Beautiful Lady and Goddess. Let's set out to return to the new apartment occupied by the three of you." Gandi.


"Dad..... Alright.... Mr. Gandi. Thank you very much." Said the Goddess stamped with bricks.


Abdullah stood up and walked towards the two girls who were standing on their knees and said.


"You two are really lucky.


Listen to both of you both kindly and this also applies to both of your Parents. If this were to happen in People People Company TRI FUTURE COMPANY GROUP. You certainly can't enjoy the warmth of tomorrow's sun." Said Great Lord Tedi furiously.


"Beautiful, Goddess. Please leave now and bring your parents. Go to see the city of Jakarta, maybe they're here." Harsya told them both.


"Thank You Young Master. Thanks.!! One day you must be sure that both of our rotten lives will be sacrificed to defend you." He said he then hurriedly walked out with his family in between by Gandi and Maman Tomato.


After the two families disappeared. Just contact the living room was frenzied with the sound of their voices that were not inexhaustible with the decisions made by Harsya.


"Young Master. When they are free, they are not punished. They will meet Hani and tell him everything about you to make mistakes that have been made by him.Without punishment.So they will take it lightly about you." Rijki Fadilah said with a face full of worry.


Hearing this Harsya just smiled and said.


"That's exactly what I want. The two of them will join Hani again. But I'm sure my instincts will never go wrong. They'll both be on our side." Harsya then walked towards Riyan.


Seriate.