Marrying a Mysterious Man

Bringing Wife Candidates

Akash and Edwin enter a special room on the third floor, a room that is usually used for family meetings or just changing work rooms.

The red curtain in the room still closed the side of the window, making the lighting in the room only with lights.

Akash opened the curtain, until the glare of sunlight went inside, turning the light of the initially slightly dim space into a bright light.

Now they both sit on the sofa that is available there. Akash began to put on his serious face.

“Mana?” asked Akash, looking forward to something.

Edwin reached into his inner pocket, then handed a flash to Akash, which in the flash, there was some evidence of screen shooting, he said, voice notes and call recordings of the masterminds who wanted to harm Baker and Akash.

“You've checked everything?” akash asked before he took over the small object lying on the glass table.

“Already, Sir. And from that evidence as well, I can conclude, if—” Edwin seems hesitant to say it.

“What time?” tanya Akash is getting serious.

“If ... in fact, the mastermind is the closest person and could be in this family,” replied Edwin slowly.

Akash was immediately stunned. Between believe it or not, but if a problem like this has been investigated by Edwin, it is certain that the allegation will not miss.

“But, it would be nice, Sir check it back. Likely, you will also know who the person is,” explained Edwin.

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Jackson moved his feet toward the woman sitting in the living room. He looked at her for a moment, seeing the look of the woman sitting up looking a little disheveled. Hair that was only ponytailed, a black span skirt that looked like a skirt last night, even his face that did not seem to wear any makeup, was very far from the appearance of last night which was quite beautiful.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” jackson asked suddenly, surprising Kalala who was drowning in her daydream while looking down.

Kalala immediately stood up, looking at the man who was last night in his friend in this house. “Ka-you,” said Kalala stuttered, so surprised. “Kok, can it be here?” Stupidly, Kalala even asked Jackson back.

Jackson immediately nodded. “Loh even it's back! Should I dong who is the same as you, why are you in my house?!”

“Hah, your home?” Kalala gawking.

“Iya, this is my home, why is it?” Kalala shook her head slowly in response.

Jackson narrowed his eyes, looking at him full of interrogations. “Oh... You must follow me? Wh why? Would you like to request a bonus last night?” jackson asked confidently and a bit of song.

Kalala was pensive, staring at Jackson in confusion. “No! Why do I follow you. Anyway I came here with Mr. Edwin, not want to ask for a bonus with you,” replied Kalala.

“Edwin?” Jackson seemed to think. “Edwin his secretary Akash?” kalala nodded her head, saying yes.

“His girlfriend?”

“Hah?”

“You're her boyfriend?”

“Who is he?” ask Kalala a little slow.

“Yes the Edwin, my time!” jackson, a little emotion.

“But! Wasn't it! Where was I on show with him.”

“Terus?” Jackson looked back at him cautiously.

“Ya there is no continuation,” replied Kalala loudly.

“Heh! I mean, keep going... If you're not Edwin's girlfriend, are you ready? Is his wife, his sister, or are you his daughter?”

“Not! Nothing is right with your guess. For sure I am not his friend, not his girlfriend let alone his wife!” kalala.

Kalala's answer, as if making Edwin increasingly suspicious. “What is he Akash's man to spy on me yes,” muttered in a prejudiced heart.

“Nih chick, I think it's a bit weird!” jackson looked at Kalala from top to bottom.

“Why?” kalala asked in astonishment, as Jackson looked at her to the extent.

Jackson shakes. “Nothing.”

“Oya, regardless of your purpose here for what, but I just want to say, thank you,” said Jackson, smiling thinly.

“What do you do?” ask Kalala wonder.

“Thank you because last night you accompanied and listened to me,” replied Jackson.

“Oh...it, yes equally, it is my duty as a steward to serve guests,” Kalala replied a little awkwardly.

Hygiene ....

Things suddenly turned a little awkward and the uncomfortable air felt by the two.

Jackson also returned to voice to melt the atmosphere.

“Oya, I want to give you a bonus, do you have a digital account?” ask Jackson.

“Hah? There is, but no need,” he replied.

“It's okay, from morning I had intended to give you a bonus, but it turns out you're not at the hotel. And because you happen to be here, yes I love you now aja.”

“Note your account number,” Jackson's word.

“Duh, actually not good anyway, embarrassed. But, if it's a bonus business like this I also need,” Kalala murmured in heart.

Finally inevitably, Kalala also mentioned his account number. And Jackson seemed busy fiddling with his phone. And some amount of funds was sent to Kalala account number.

“Already, you can check it on your phone,” said Jackson put his phone back in his pocket.

“Emh, thank you, Sir. Later I check, because my phone missed in the car,” he replied.

Not long after, Baker came along with two bodyguards who followed him behind.

“Loh, who is this?” baker asked, looking seriously at Kalala. The old man was quite surprised to see the appearance of the woman in front of him. A little untidy, but it looks what it is.

“Dad,” squealed Jackson was surprised, because from night he and his father had not met.

Kalala bowed her head, a little afraid to see the romance of the face of the old man who was in front of her.

“Duh, Mr Edwin where the hell! Long time,” inner Kalala feel uncomfortable.

“He is?” baker asked suddenly, glancing towards Kalala a little cynical.

“Hah? Meaning, Dad?” Jackson did not understand.

“Is she your future wife? She said, You want to take your future wife to the house, so ... is she the woman you mean?” baker asked, making both Kalala and Jackson's eyes immediately buy, surprised to hear it.

Because in the past, after Akash married Shira, Jackson once asked his father that, if he brought a future wife and married her, whether the same father would give some power to him.

And at that moment, Baker replied. “Dad will give it, depending on which woman you bring.”

And at this time, Baker was surprised that there was a foreign woman who dared to enter his house.

“Not, Dad. She ha—”

“Oh, did you disappear last night to meet him?” baker asked, because actually, Baker knew that her son had left the house quietly last night without her permission.

Jackson was more confused to answer it, as well as Kalala who was increasingly uncomfortable being there.

“Duh, just disappear can not heh? How to chat them so everywhere,” inner Kalala, scratching his nape that does not itch.

“Loh, so my dad knew that I was out of the house all night, Jackson's inner” was a little surprised.

“I-iya, I was with her last night, but she opened—”

Again and again, Baker cut Jackson's speech.

“What's your name?” baker asked Kalala seriously.

Even if she was cengo, the woman was a little surprised because the old man suddenly shifted his conversation to her.

“Sa-sa-sa—”

“Oh, Sasa?” take Baker seriously.

“Hah, anu, bu-no, sir. Na-my name, Kalala,” she replied nervously trembling at the frightening aura of the figure of the man in front of her.

"Mala?" baker's reset ensured, which was answered with a slow nod by Kalala.

“Kalala!” pekik Shira called out the name of her best friend with passion.

Shira's voice immediately grabbed all of their attention, and now, all eyes were on Shira who was walking towards them.

Baker, a little astonished, why his son-in-law was able to find out this new woman. And called him as if he was already very familiar.

And at the same time, Edwin and Akash went down to meet Kalala.

“Loh, how came, what is this?” tanya Akash approached.

And ....

Seriate....

Proceedin' no? Come dong downstairs