Marrying a Rich Bum

DISMISSAL

Bima sips coffee at a small coffee shop on the side of the road.

"Boss...."

Bima.

"How's it?" tanyakanya.

"perfect." The man showed a picture of a luxury house through his cell phone.

"Return the interior as best as possible for a very stubborn career woman."

"What does he like, boss?"

"Not knowing."

The man in front of Bima gulped.

"Perhaps, do you know what habits he used to have? Caring for flowers maybe, or painting, or whatever."

"Rabbering."

The man patted the forehead.

"Then I have to adjust it to what it looks like, boss."

"That's his car. Just look at what he has in it."

The man turned his head towards Audy's yellow walnut parked across the street.

"Look." Bima held out the key.

The young man received the key in Bima's hand, then walked towards the latest output audy that Bima pointed to. The man scanned his interior for a moment, checked Mariana's personal belongings, then nodded and walked back towards Bima.

"How's it?" ask Bima.

"perfect. I'll prepare everything for you. When are you gonna get him, boss?"

"Tonight."

"What?!" the man shouted.

"Why?" ask Bima calmly.

"No. It's okay, Boss. I'm glad to see your madness is back. I will prepare everything now," replied the man, then turned around and left just like that.

Bima put her black coffee glass that had been toilet, walking towards the car as her phone rang.

"Mariana.." he muttered.

"Hello, Mariana."

"Fetch me now," replied Mariana across.

"What's wrong? Didn't you say you came home at four in the afternoon at the earliest."

"Fetch me now. We'll have lunch outside."

Bima nodded, not caring though Mariana could not see it. He turned off the phone and immediately rushed into Mariana's office.

"Where?"

"Road. I'll show you later" replied Mariana.

"What's wrong?" bima asked, looking at Mariana's sour face.

"It's okay."

Bima nodded.

Mariana snorted loudly, asphalt. To be honest, He wanted Bima to persuade him to tell a story, not just nod accepting his answer. Damn, Bima is not such a stubborn person. He would never persuade Mariana of anything. Instead of doing so, Bima would just nod accepting each of Mariana's answers calmly.

"Turn left." Mariana pointed at the intersection at the end of the road. Bima according, turn in the place designated Mariana.

Mariana pointed to a luxury restaurant in a row of shophouses, Bima pulled over the car. Right the car stopped at the restaurant's courtyard, Mariana's phone rang.

"Yes, Cake." Mariana says hello.

"But we're at the restaurant."

"Alright, alright. I'm going home."

Bima turned her head, looking at Mariana while frowning.

"Grandfather wants us to have lunch at home" he said later, staring angrily at the clear windshield of the car, as if he could see his great enemy crossing the road and preparing to crash him to death.

Bima nodded, restarted the car engine and slid away.

At grandpa's house....

"I'm not hungry. I'm going to sleep." Mariana stepped up the stairs, not even meeting her grandfather first.

Bima shook her head and walked into the dining room at the mama Grandpa Mariana was already waiting at the dining table.

"Mariana won't eat."

"I guessed it" his grandfather replied calmly.

"Why?"

"Before you know why, I need you to cancel your purchase of Mariana's house."

Bima gulped, staring at the old man in disbelief. How could he know without even having to step out of his house.

"I... I didn't buy anything. I just borrowed it from a friend."

"Hmmm. Good friend, no. But I remind you, it's not time yet."

Bima frowned.

"Mariana was demoted from the CEO position, and she threatened to be removed from the company."

Bima stared at the shocked grandfather Mariana.

"Is it because she married a poor man like me?"

The old man smiled. "My descendants greatly upheld the social caste. So, of course you are. All this because he decided to marry a poor man who had just given a house for 50 Billion."