Help my Handsome Ghost

Chapter 3. Santiani

Andra stepped inside the house in a relaxed step while holding a black jacket placed over her shoulder. The black and shiny shoes touched the surface of the white luxury floor. Now he has entered a magnificent house with luxury items on each side of the house.

This yellow-gold house has 20 maids who are always ready to serve the owner of the house. This magnificent house is a house owned by Mr. Pafang, a rich man who has many companies that are very famous in Indonesia.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Andra," said one of the waiters who was carrying a tray containing a glass of warm tea.

"No need to get too familiar!" reprimanding Andra cynically made the servant in white clothes look down in fear.

Well, Andra has always behaved like this to anyone. Sometimes if the waiter does not rebuke or greet Andra then Andra will also be angry and think if the servants are rude or disrespectful. Everything feels so wrong.

"Andra!"

Andra's steps spontaneously came to a halt after hearing a voice so familiar she called her name. The voice that was none other than the owner of a woman who contacted him earlier on the phone.

"Eh, Mommy," Andra said with a grim laugh after turning around and finding a woman in luxurious white clothes sitting on a sofa chair.

Luxurious white dresses, beautiful jewelry, fancy white shoes and dikonde-looking hair make it look very dignified and graceful, very pretty. She is Santiani, Andra's birth mother.

"Just come home?" santiani asked as she got up from the sofa chair and stepped closer to Andra.

"Yes just got home. Well, you've gone upstairs," answered Andra casually then turned her body and stepped towards the stairs.

"Andra!" call Santiani make Andra's steps stop.

Andra poked her lips and turned her head to look at her Mommy who was seen standing with her hands folded in front of her chest.

"What else, anyway, Mom?" andra asked annoyed.

"Mommy wants to talk to you."

"What else do you want to say, anyway? Andra wants to go upstairs. Andra wants to take a shower to hang out" replied Andra.

"Where to hang out again?"

"Yes" answered Andra and stepped up a ladder.

"Andra!" call Santiani make Andra step back to stop.

"Mommy doesn't understand your thoughts. You are often little places to hang out, places to hang out. Stay, stay home!"

"Well, why stay home, Mom? Bored dong, Andra if staying at home continues," he explained did not accept.

"Andra, you, can come to work or help Anwar to take care of the company."

"The job, Mommy's job is with Papi, not Andra's job," said Andra and then returned to his feet to the next step step.

"Andra! You're what's up, anyway? Always a volunteer?" ask Santiani.

"Volunteers?" Look at Andra who then stopped her steps.

"Mom, Andra is not volunteering," he replied in self-defense.

Santiani was silent looking at the only son who was now stepping up and getting further away from him. Santiani realized that all this time he was too pampering his son to large and it made Andra's attitude so stubborn, childish and immature.

"Ragandra is the Son!!!" santiani shouted, Andra's steps stopped suddenly.

On one side of the servants who were around the room occasionally stole a glance at the boss. This incident was only seen after a month ago.

If Santiani is often at home maybe this incident will always happen. Fortunately, Santiani is rarely at home because every day he has to work and requires him to fly abroad to take care of his business.

Andra turned her head and looked at Santiani who was now stepping towards the sofa chair and sitting there. From here Andra could see the glare of his sharp Mommy eyes that made Andra sigh then with a lazy step he went down the tiller stairs made him decide to sit on the sofa chair.

"Mommy wants to say what, anyway?" asked Andra in a lazy tone.

Santiani sighed and continued to stare at Andra's face.

"How was your college?" santiani asked as she looked at Andra with a suspicious look.

Andra's face involuntarily refracted after hearing her Mommy question. What to answer now while he never goes to college.

"Let's answer!" ask Santiani.

"Geez, Mommy! So Mommy calls Andra to sit here and ask her about it?" ask Andra with a face made as relaxed as possible.

  

"Em, you're doing well in Andra's college" he replied. 

"You lied to Andra."

"Who's lying, Mom?" andra asked annoyed.

"You lied to Mommy!"

"No! Andra wasn't lying! Come on, Andra's going to the room" Andra broke up and got up from the couch.

"Sit down!" pantiani Peech.

Andra turned to look at Santiani who now both of his gazes look sharp again and both of his jaws that look stiffened with anger.

"Let's sit!" Point it towards the sofa chair.

Andra let out a long sigh and then forced to sit back while rubbing her cheeks in annoyance, well her frustration she spilled by way of hurting herself.

"Mommy doesn't like that Mommy hasn't finished talking and you're leaving so, '" said Santiani firmly.

"Em, well Sorry," Andra said casually as she nodded her head.

"Andra, honestly Mommy is very disappointed with you. You skipped college for a week and Mommy always sends you pocket money every week."

"And you always ask for extra pocket money and Mommy gives you fifteen million every day hoping you get excited for college" said Santiani.

"Sorry" Andra said, looking down.  

"You can't give a little hope to Mommy and Papi if you can replace Papi and Mommy in the company."

"You should be able to show Mommy to Papi if you deserve to sit in the company seat!"

"Mom, Andra is not interested in replacing Papi and Mommy in the company and Andra also does not want to take care of the company.

"Andra, you're Mommy's only child with Papi, you're our only hope, son," explained Santiani.

"If that's the reason Mommy is the same Papi, well have made another child and tell your sister to take care of the company, don't tell Andra!" oceh Andra got up from the couch and walked away.   

Santiani sighed then grabbed the phone and touched it quickly.

"This what?" santiani asked as she pointed the phone screen towards Andra.

Andra turned her head then looked at the phone screen that was not clear what the contents of the writing was because it was far away. Santiani stared at the screen of his phone and smiled sinisterly staring at the contents of the message.

"You transferred two hundred million dollars to an account number that Mommy was not familiar with. Two hundred million, Andra! Who are you transferring money to?" santiani asked with her not so unexpected gaze.

Both of Andra's eyes widened in shock after hearing Mommy's utterance. Well, Andra did not expect that the transfer message would be seen by Santiani.

"For whom? Let's answer!" tell Santiani.

Andra was silent with her gaze that kept staring in the other direction.

"Andra!" calling Santiani made Andra look at Santiani.

"Sorry" Andra said.

"Mommy doesn't need an apology from you, Andra. Mommy would you like to answer to whom did you transfer using two hundred million?"

Andra was silent as if unable to answer.

"Let's answer!"

"For Andra's boyfriend" replied Andra.

"What?!!" Shocked Santiani with both eyes wide in shock.

"Why, Mommy?" andra asked as if innocent.