Hold on or let go!

The eps 87

"Where are you?", asked Hartama to Alby, who had just appeared again nearly two hours after they all landed a foot in the inn.

Alby did not answer, he chose to bow. Doesn't show his battered face. Not afraid, she was just lazy to get questions from her in-laws.

"Papa asked Alby, where are you from?", Hartama's voice was louder.

"Get out!", said Alby briefly.

"Everyone knows if you get out of the inn, who asked where you were?", asked Hartama again.

Hartama approached his son-in-law, he saw the tip of his lips in-laws who looked blue and saw a punch scar.

"What is this?", Hartama raised Alby's chin. Inevitably Alby raised his head.

"It's okay, pa. There's just a little misunderstanding. Excuse me Pa!", Alby left his in-laws.

"You I brought here to study Alby. One day you will have to replace me. Understand?!"

Alby, who had stepped into his room, stopped. He turned his body.

"I'm sorry, I'm not interested in papa's treasure."

Alby walked back to his room.

That kid really!!! Hartama's growls in the heart.

"Sorry sir, so to that stall again hits it?", asked Marsha who had just come from the bathroom.

"Away from here?", asked Hartama.

"Too in view of the map, walk not up to fifteen minutes sir. From the gate of the inn is quite the road to the North."

"Oh ...You want to eat with me there?", bargained Hartama.

"D....!"

"Yes, let me be alone. Ask Alby. She why. His face was bruised, rich was out of contention!"

"Owh.yes Sir. I'm trying to help him with his injuries, Alby. If you're so sorry sir!", said Marsha resigned.

The twenty-five-year-old girl headed to Alby's room.

Tok....

Marsha knocks on Alby's room door. A few seconds later, Alby came out of his room.

"Mas Alby? Why that face?", asked Marsha.

"There's nothing Sha!" said Alby.

"I'll take the medicine to the receptionist. You wait here, okay!", said Marsha with a slight run towards the receptionist.

Alby sat in front of his room. Besides, he might have asked Marsha to treat him in the room.

A few minutes passed. Marsha brought some medicine to smear Alby's wound.

"Awsssshhhhh..sick Sha!", complained Alby.

"Sorry mas. But ...kok can be rich gini anyway? Why?", asked Marsha in wonder. Is it possible that the boss's son-in-law is out in the begal? Or why the hell???

"Ngga nothing Sha. There's just a small misunderstanding."

"You're in begal?", asked Marsha again.

"Related!"

"Keep why can gini rich? There's no way you're suddenly challenging this city's thugs right?", said Marsha.

"Marsha! Nothing at all! I said nothing!"

"But how? Tomorrow we'll meet, your future on the gini-rich bruise?"

"Can wear a Sha mask. Anyway, I'm just learning. Just a spectator! My involvement has no effect on this project either."

Marsha sighed.

"Because if I accept, I will forever be my son-in-law. Whereas if I could choose Sha, I would prefer my old life even with all the limitations!"

"What's the difference now and then with Alby? After all, now you don't want to obey Mr Hartama?"

Alby's speechless. What Marsha said is true. He has no power. He's a flabby man who can't decisively respond to situations that ruin his household's future with Bia. For now, she might still put aside her 'sinful' sense to Silvy. Alby's too greedy. He is reluctant to let go of his love from a Bia. But he was unable to let go of Hartama's shackles of revenge and threats.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interfere in your personal affairs. I know you're in a difficult situation. But if you keep this up, there's more and more you're being bullied."

"Then? You expect me to follow what Mr Hartama ordered? Once I have the strength and stand on my own feet, I fight it. I see?", asked Alby in his flat tone.

"Bu ..not by. Mak... I mean....?"

"It's Sha, thanks. I know you said that because you care about me. But ... For now, I really don't know about the company's current problems."

The breath of a Marsha.

"The bottom line is, the host will intervene directly to lobby the landowner who is behind our project."

"He won't sell it?" asked Alby.

"Yes, from what I hear like that. Each group HS representative is always rejected."

Alby nodded. If Alby knew, the land belonged to his own wife. Does he still want to take part in the meeting tomorrow????

"Connect your face 'bull' really because of the tonsjokan, tomorrow do not forget to wear a mask!", ledek Marsha who has finished treating Alby's wounds.

"Udah no kopid Sha!"

"Not Mas Alby's copid problem. But your face is not very good if you meet a client." Marsha chuckled to herself as she walked away from where Alby was sitting. Marsha wants to return the p3k equipment.

Alby felt his own face, then he reflected on his phone.

"Astaghfirullah!", cried Alby himself. Before Alby could have fought Lek Sarman. But that's not possible. Considering he's guilty in this one. Lek Sarman only remembers protecting her nephew.

Alby decided to stay in the room.

Marsha sends out a schedule for today and tomorrow. So, tomorrow morning the three will meet the heirs of the land that is being desired.

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Hartama walked down the sidewalk on the left. After dozens of full moons, he had only walked so far. His college days with Salman made him always remember. Early Hartama established the company with capital assistance from Salman until his business as big as now. But, until this moment he has not been able to meet his best friend.

After feeling the success, Hartama returned to Surabaya. Trying to find out the whereabouts of Salman who has helped in establishing his company. But unfortunately, Hartama has no trace of a Salman.

Without feeling, Hartama entered the stall that he said was a hit. Let it be, people think it's bad today. Hartama wants to look ordinary. He wanted to read the situation in this city.

Hartama chose to sit lesehan in a saung. His hand was waving to the waiter.

"Good night sir, anyone want a message?", asked the waiter. He had already seen Hartama open up the menu book.

"What is this shop concept?"

"meaning?"

"Eum.not to be thought of. This..I order this only, and this..!", Hartama pointed to one of the pictures. The waiter recorded whatever Hartama ordered.

A few minutes later, the order arrived. Hartama seemed silent to see the food that was sitting on the table.

"Oh yes mbak, if I want a reservation for tomorrow can be?", asked Hartama.

"Can sir!", said the servant. Hartama. It seems like meeting at this stall is not a bad idea, according to Hartama.

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