Marry my Raise Brother
Chapter 3
Morning at the Putra Hutomo family.
Two of Hutomo's sons, Aryya Perkassa Hutomo Putra and Aryya Persada Hutomo Putra were already sitting in his chair enjoying breakfast together with his parents. Not to forget, the youngest Ayleen who looked busy bribing food into the mouth, sat next to Mommy. Her little lips were pouting, she was memorizing a physics formula.
“Leen, focus on your breakfast,” Hutomo's wife Veronika Hutomo said when she saw her youngest daughter's lips move irregularly.
The woman was already very familiar with Ayleen's habits. She has been babysitting the teenage girl since she was a red baby. Of course he knew all the habits of his daughter.
“Mommy makes the numbers that have been strung in my brain fly, Mom,” protest Ayleen. The plain face without the thick powder sweep was sweet and adorable, provoking the attention of her second sister who was commonly called Ersa.
Veronika chuckled, she amused herself to see Ayleen's coquettish behavior. A teenage girl who was raised like her own child, and made the only daughter of the Hutomo family. Since last night, the middle-aged woman thought hard after repeatedly discovering the secret that Ayleen and Erka kept neatly.
"Take your breakfast now, don't do much anymore."
The atmosphere in the dining room was silent again. Only the clink of spoons and forks clashed with glass plates on the table. Just after Hutomo had finished breakfast, the old man made a sound.
“Erka, meet Daddy in the workspace. There's something Daddy and Mommy should talk to you about."
"Again?" Erka dumbfounded.
Hutomo nodded, glancing at his wife.
“Ersa, you can go to the office first. Please lead the meeting this morning, replace your brother.” Hutomo told his second son.
Erka shakes. "If I discuss the matter of matchmaking again, I will stick to my decision. NO!" erka firmly, turning her eyes to Ayleen. He saw a girl who looked down and did not dare to make a sound.
"Erka, lower your voice! It's a dining table, not a market and you're free to yell as you please!" Hutomo clenched his hand.
"Say what kind of girl does Daddy and Mommy want? I'll take him tonight to see you. Surely other than Ayleen."
Ersa, who had not cared about it since, was busy finishing the sandwich, suddenly snapped when Ayleen's name was called her brother.
"Ayleen?" Her soft voice sounded flat, staring at her brother and Ayleen alternately. The young man's gaze was anchored to his daddy.
"I'm serious, Dad. Whose descendants? I can take him in front of you tonight. Won't disappoint, I dare assure you." Erka challenging.
"ERK!" hutomo shouted, crashing the table. Plates, cups, and the entire dining table jumped up before hitting the glass table again.
"I'm serious, Dad. Looking at our family background, is it possible that I can get along with a girl from an ordinary family?" Erka shakes.
"The girls around me are all from the upper class, Dad. They're not just any girls. Ordinary people won't be able to get into my company."
Hutomo.
"Even the one who slept with me all this time was not a cheap woman who could be paid for. They are all classy women. I'm a voter, too, Dad. My sense of smell is unfamiliar with body scents and fringe perfumes." Erka chuckles.
"Return dinner tonight. Get the chef from our restaurant. I'm gonna take my future wife to see you. I don't want a shameful welcome, 'cause she's not just any girl." Erka said confidently.
"She's the daughter of one of your business partners, too, maybe." Playing his eyebrows, Erka smiled knotfully. "Australian graduates, now serving as directors in one of his family-owned subsidiaries." Erka walked up to Veronika and leaned over to anchor a kiss on her mommy cheek.
"I want the perfect dinner. Mommy knows my friends, my community. Is there any ordinary girl among them?" whiskey Erka.
Not yet had Veronika respond, she spoke again. "I'm going to bring a girl worth our family, not a fringe girl or a poor girl that I can afford out there. No, Mom."
Erka was still bowing and the mommy kept listening.
"Even my future wife is much classier than the future wife you offer. Remember, without the Princess Hutomo behind her name, Ayleen is just the daughter of our family driver" whispered Erka, straightening up and tidying up her work coat. Before stepping out of the dining room, he still had time to pat Ayleen's head.
"See you later, Xiao meimei."
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