Marrying a Rich Bum

THE STORY OF THE LOOKER

"So you guys made it?"

"It took us 11 months and two days until we found him. The swamp was not mud, but like a small puddle of golden water. It is located in the depths of the forest with mystical animals guarding it all over."

Grandpa Mariana took a deep breath for a moment.

"In the text it says, whoever drinks the marsh water will become a visionary. It could guess a person's desire, nature, or fate that approached him, through the aura emanating from that person's body."

"And you drink it?"

"What do you think you're gonna do when you're 17, if you find something as big and as amazing as that?" Grandpa Mariana replied to Bima's question with a question anyway.

"I will drink it" replied Bima.

"Of course." Grandpa Mariana nodded. "We drank it. His reaction was so quick. Our bodies floated up, and in a split second we could see the aura of all the beasts that were inside the forest, including the astral ones."

Bima returned in shock.

"The three of us had a lot of fun over the next few years, starting to pioneer a company with the ability to read the fortune we had. At a very young age, the three of us were already ruling the city business. young CEO if the kid now calls it."

"Our strength is growing. We can even read stock market predictions with the power we have. Which stocks will be destroyed, showing dark shadows and fading positions."

"But, why didn't your descendants inherit your abilities, while my mother and I inherited them?" ask Bima curious.

"Because only your grandfather survived the rituals, while we were both ruled by treasure and wealth. Your grandfather was rich, the richest among us, but he was able to control himself not to be controlled by his wealth."

Bima went back to silence, looking at Grandpa Mariana. He began to understand why the three were now separated. Apparently wealth has changed the goals and paths of each other's minds.

"Alright, Grandpa. I-i understand. I'll keep Grandpa's will as good as I can. Therapy I didn't promise to be nice to Mariana. I can only promise not to hurt him and disappoint Grandpa."

Grandpa Mariana smiled, nodding. "Thank you for helping me. Poor my granddaughter."

"Can I see Mariana now?" ask Bima.

"Go."

Bima nodded, then walked out of the dining room.

"Five." Grandpa Mariana called. Bima stopped her steps, looking over.

"Don't let my grandson be blinded by treasure, like I used to be."

Bima nodded in understanding.

Still imagined the death of her mother, Bima stepped up the stairs to her room. Just as her hand was stretched open the door, the door of the room was opened from the inside by Mariana.

"Why don't you eat? Aren't you hungry." Bima asked coldly to Mariana.

"When do we move into your friend's house?" Mariana asked back.

"The key is not there. He took her overseas the last time he visited."

"What?!" ask Mariana. "Then where are we going to live?"

"I've talked to Grandpa and he's allowed us to stay here for a while."

"No way!"

"Hhh... Yes already. Then we can stay under the bridge as your brothers say. Later you can send them pictures of our honeymoon there." Bina walked past Mariana, picked up a towel on the balcony and entered the bathroom. Mariana looked at Bima in astonishment.

"What's wrong? Did I do anything wrong. Why do you seem so mad at me?" ask Mariana. Bima's therapy has closed the bathroom door.