
What about this one?????
Gibran thought for a moment while touching Sylvia's hair. Sylvia was already very frightened at Gibran's behavior.
Gibran stood before Sylvia. She lifted Sylvia's chin and returned smiling.
"If this one suits him to be a herbalist"
Gibran said with his laughter.
"Kok the herbalist, sir. "
Agriel asked on the sidelines of his laughter.
"Yes, let's see his face so beautiful. Suitable for sure this is walking slowly while carrying herbal medicine. "
"You. jamu. Jamu mas, jamu ma'am. "
Gibran said while practicing the style of a herbalist who was carrying a basket.
"Well.ha.. "
Agriel laughed out loud.Tiba-Tiba Gibran threw a tissue box at Agriel.
"What the hell sir. Another person laughed even in a throw like this. "
Agriel said as he picked up the tissue box that was scattered on the floor.
"That's your lap ngences. "
"Laughter her mouth is so wide that it's exactly a rich crocodile that's asking for a no WA chick. "
Gibran replied as well.
"Emang crocodile can yah sir ask for girl WA number. "
Agriel asked confused by his master's remark.
"Well, you can dong. Wanna give me a point. "
Ask Gibran again
"Mau.want mister.I am very curious, because for all my age I have never seen a crocodile ask for a girl's WA number. "
Agriel Timpal.
"Just be it, try to ask for the WA number of this herbalist. Surely you will also see crocodiles are asking for girl WA numbers. "
"Well.ha... "
Gibran's laughter grew louder.
"So I'm the master of her crocodile?? "
Agriel pointed at himself.
"May be yes, may be no. "
"Depends on your judgment. "
Gibran said again with a laugh.
Agriel fell silent while covering her mouth with her hands. He did not want to laugh anymore because he did not want to be given the title of crocodile.
Irwan could only be silent to see Gibran's behavior. He cannot oppose it. Saying a word he was unable to. Because if he spoke one letter only, he not only lost his power and wealth. But he'll also lose his life.
While Sylvia could only resign herself to such banter. This is all he did for the sake of his father.
Gibran was again seated in his royal seat. He looked at Irwan and his three girls.
"Ok I agreed to help my company old man. "
Say Gibran casually.
"That's what your honor is. Thank you sir for your generosity. I will never forget all the kindness of you. "
Said Irwan kneeling before Gibran.
"Eit. eit. don't be happy just yet. I help you it's not free. In this world, nothing is free. The wind is paid. "
Tympano Gibran.
"Where's that story? "
Agriel asked as she scratched her non-itchy head.
"Ah your brain mah squat. That's not knowing. You see if our vehicle tires lack wind, we pay the same people his workshop. Understand ngak??
" Therefore do not mostly eat eggs lizard, let his brain ngak small. "
Timpal Gibran.
"So eat what dong master let our brains dilute. "
Ask Agriel innocently.
"Eat the grass. Let your voice be mbe.. mbe"
"Well.ha.. "
Gibran laughed again.
"Ah mister mah if you speak like it right. I am ashamed. "
Agriel again.
"I have to pay with what sir. I don't have a . "
Said Irwan in a low tone.
"I do not ask for treasures, because of my many possessions, abound. Even up to seven derivatives will not run out. "
"I asked this herbalist to marry me. "
Say Gibran casually.
"He's your stepdaughter, count and let him eat rice in your house again. If later she becomes my wife, it will be quite good to sell jamu here.
Gibran said with a cynical smile.
"Sylvia's heart leg feels like it's going to be dislodged. His body almost fell down. But for the sake of his father, for the sake of his father's efforts, he should still stand firm. He had to let his happiness disappear just like that. Seeing her happy family was more than enough. "
"You can definitely Sylvia. "
Sylvia said in her heart.
Hearing Gibran's request, Irwan was slightly relieved. Because he didn't have to sacrifice his two biological daughters.
"Ba. ba good noble. That's what your noble master would want. My real father agreed. "
"You agree too, son. "
Irwan asked while pretending to stroke Sylvia's hair.
"Yes Sylvia's father agreed. "
Sylvia answered with teary eyes.
"You guys go home. Let us take care of everything later. Next week you are waiting for us to arrive. "
Gibran said without looking at the interlocutor. Irwan and his three daughters left the room.
"Master's crazy to marry that herbalist. "
Agriel asked who was still confused by his master's request.
"You are slow. No need to shake kayak stang becak. Selow in the bonce. "
Gibran said with a cynical smile.
***Connected
***Always support the author by like, comment, vote and rare yah readers
And do not forget to stop by and leave a trace in the author's work entitled PELUK KISS LAST MAMA. and wait for feed back from me.
Thank ye.
I love you***