Marrying a Rich Bum

STALKER

"What did you say he was, Ara?" mariana asked as soon as Ara put her phone back.

"Eh, he... Who?" ask Ara. Half his consciousness was still on the other side, focused on the caller's message.

"You said, my husband... What?"

"Oh, uh, yeah. I meani... Don't you guys live in...."

"Yes. We lived in the apartment he rented. And it drained his entire savings for decades, when he only rented a small apartment with one room." Mariana saved Ara from having to finish her sentence.

Ara breathes relief. "It's okay, Mariana. At least he's in charge of giving you a place to live, right."

"Yes, that's it. But... I don't think he should have forced himself. Although our marriage was limited to paper, I did not mind sharing my money with him. I know she doesn't have one, but I never felt like I had to make a fuss about it" Mariana explained.

"Marina... You're a truly remarkable woman. How can you grow up so different from all your brothers."

Mariana shrugged her shoulders indifferently.

While elsewhere....

Bima smiled staring at the video call recording that continues to be active, showing the activities and conversations of the two female friends.

"Your heart is so pure, Mariana. It's a shame you have brothers like rotten eggs" muttered Bima. The man took a cell phone in his pocket, tried to contact someone.

"..." - ".The man across from her replied, but did not speak.

"Find out what happened to the flow of funds in the Corporate Medals company and all its branches, as well as the account data on behalf of Mariana Hadi Subagja."

"Hm." The man behind Bima's phone line answered briefly.

Bima nodded. Although his interlocutor did not respond well, but he was sure the man already understood what he was asking.

Bima disconnected the phone, as did the man sitting behind Mariana. The man pulled the earphone from his ear, disconnected the videocall connection on the phone peeking in his pocket, then moved away.

after the little man died, came another man of stout stature, sitting in a place that had just been dikosongi.

Mariana glanced awkwardly. There were still many empty benches in this place, but why did this man choose to sit at a dirty table that still left even an empty cup, inner Mariana.

"Ara, can we go now?" whisper to his best friend.

"What's wrong?" asked Ara confused.

Mariana leaned over, pushing her body closer towards Ara.

"Don't you feel weird?"

"Yes. Isn't this place quite spacious and there are still plenty of empty tables?"

Ara frowned, staring around. Also true. His eyes caught many empty and clean tables.

"It seems like this place is becoming less popular now. Maybe lose to the newcomers" he said calmly.

"Dwearing... Not that," whispered Mariana worriedly.

Ara looked back at him confused.

"Don't look at it."

"What...?"

"Shhh! I tell you, but hold your head and look at what I tell you," whispered Mariana tensely.

Mariana looked confusedly, but no doubt she nodded as well.

"I feel bad" Mariana whispered again, sniffing her head at the man sitting near them.

"How does that mean?"

"Do you see the man behind us?"

Just as Ara was about to turn her head, Mariana stepped on Mariana's foot under the table. "I told you not to look!" mariana whispered her teeth.

"Ooh yeah, yeah. I-i understand. Sorry." Ara nodded quickly, looking at Mariana apologetically. Then Ara nudged her bag from the table until it fell.

"Oh," he said a little too loudly than he should. The woman then leaned over, picked it up, as her eyes glanced quickly at the direction Mariana pointed.

"What's he really doing?" ara asked in a whisper, after putting her bag back on the table.

"You look. There were still plenty of empty and clean tables here, but why would he choose to sit there, at a table that was still dirty and there were even the rest of the cups that had not been cleaned by waiters. I suspect he deliberately chose a seat near us."

Ara gulped, her eyes rounded with understanding.

"alright. Let's go."

Mariana nodded. The two stood up, tucked two pieces of money under a coffee cup, then walked out of the restaurant.

The man who had just sat near them stared intently at the two, before following up on his feet and walking out, without ordering anything. His gaze was inseparable from the two, as he walked following from a distance of ten meters behind.