Marrying a Rich Bum

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Mariana's sleep is not good. In the morning, he woke up many times. Many times Mariana went to the bathroom, then to the kitchen to drink, but she did not find Bima at all.

Mariana went back to sleep. His body felt pain almost all over his body. He was cold, but sweat soaked his body and head.

Mariana curled up, her body shivering. The sun was already high, but Mariana's body was limp. He let his eyes shut, following his body's desire to continue sleeping.

"Tell him that he's not coming, which means he's confessing all his deeds!"

Mariana opened her eyes. He blinked for a moment, adjusting to the sunlight.

Slowly he got up, walked out.

"What's wrong?" mariana asked softly, looking at Bima's back. The man faced off against someone who was at the door.

Bima. "There's nothing. Just the wrong rotten cockroach in."

"Hey, You! Why did you run away from accountability. Are you saying you're afraid of facing the audit team?" Leo emerged from behind the door, staring wrathfully at Mariana.

Mariana smiled. With a dull face he walked over.

"Not at all, Leo. I'm sorry I woke up bad luck."

"Well! All your bad luck makes excuses. Pel***r does not know...."

Buk up! A loud bang silenced Leo's mouth, bringing his words to a halt.

"Male!" Mariana ran over, holding Bima's arm ready to swing for the second time.

"How dare you say my dirty words in front of me...." Bima looked at Leo with a blazing gaze, but her tone was as cold as a sea of ice.

"Mom...." Mariana whined, still clasping tightly to Bima's arm. While at the end there, Leo wiped his lips that were turning blue and spitting out blood. The man spat recklessly in front of Bima, throwing out the blood liquid that flooded his mouth.

"Ha! You are both disgusting. It is worth living together in poverty." Leo's eyes scanned the inside of Bima's small house.

"Go, or I'll crush your jaw!" threaten Milky.

"Shhhh, you two. I'll take a shower, then leave." Mariana mediates both.

"Male.... I'll be ready for a minute. Please accompany our guest, yeah." Mariana looked at Bima softly, squeezing the little arm that was in her grasp.

"No need!" Leo growling. "I'll be waiting for you at the office. If within an hour you don't show up, I assume all the charges we've found are true."

Mariana nodded briefly in response.

Twenty minutes later, Mariana was already sitting quietly in the passenger seat, while Bima was driving with a huffed face.

"What's wrong with you?" mariana asked, looking at Bima.

"No" replied Bima coldly.

Mariana smiled. "Why is your face so angry? I don't usually see you like that."

Bima pulled her lips forming a cynical smile. "Who would not be angry if in the morning there was someone who banged his house impolitely, then shouted obscurely and call his wife a pe****ur," said Bima coldly.

"So, you're mad that he called me that?" ask Mariana.

"I'll be mad at anyone who calls a woman that dirty calls!" furious Bima.

Mariana threw her gaze forward, sighing long yet very quietly.

"What's wrong?" bima asked flatly, staring at the look on Mariana's face that looked disappointed.

Mariana shook her head, smiling. "There's nothing. Why why anyway? There's something wrong with me that makes you ask like that?" Mariana asked back. Bima shook her head.

Bima was secretly amazed to see the calmness in Mariana. This woman beside him, so great is his self-control system. Though Bima knew very well Mariana was not okay, and last night the woman had a fever. When Mariana touched Bima's arm earlier, Bima could still feel her hot hand, grasping it tightly. But at this moment, the woman looked ordinary and even extraordinary. Just the look in his eyes was a little sad, indicating he was not well.

Bima dropped off Mariana in front of her 20-story office building.

"I'm sorry I had to borrow your car. Call me when you get home." Bima looked at Mriana more gently than usual.

Mariana frowned.

"Why?" bima asked, her face was back flat and cold.

"How do I call you?"

Now replace Bima who frowned. "Do you not have a cell phone?" ask Bima wonder. During this time, Bima had never seen Mariana play mobile phone while with him.

Mariana grunting. "Of course I have. But I don't have your phone number" grumbled Mariana.

Bima stared in shock. Mariana flinched, then turned her face away. The combination of a typical cold expression and surprise, made Bima's face look so dazzling, and it was as if something was jumping inside Mariana's stomach, making her flinch in shock.

"Where's your phone." Bima reached out her hand.

Mariana reached into her bag, pulled out her phone and handed it to Bima. Bima wrote down a line of numbers and returned the phone to Mariana.

"Where are you going?" Mariana ventured to ask, looking at Bima curiously.

"Do something useful."

Mariana smiled wryly. Do something useful. Like what for example. In fact so far, Mariana has not seen Bima trying to apply for a job or anything. Everyday he just sleeps at home and every night goes wandering somewhere.

"Alright, I'll go down first."

Bima nodded, without looking at Mariana.

Disappointment crawled Mariana's heart and feelings, angering her. Mariana got down, closed the door a little harder than she should have and walked away. Bima stayed in place, staring at Mariana's back until it disappeared.

"Hello, Marco." Bima put the phone in her ear.

"Yes, Boss."

"How's your progress?"

"Berez, Boss. I found the culprit. There's an insider from the Company and the Bank that issued Mariana's newspaper account."

"OKAY. Send me the data."

"Good, Boss. Uh, Boss.... Are you going to the office today?"

"Yes. I'm sliding now."

Bima hung up the phone, pulled back the car and drove over the paved road, heading towards the city center.

Bima entered the luxury mansion in the style of luxury, parked her car carelessly in front of the door. A man in an all-black uniform wearing white gloves, ran to open the door.

"Master." Paria was bowing.

"Go away" replied Bima coldly. The man nodded, then walked away.

Bima entered the door opened by two guards in exactly the same uniform. The man bowed politely as Bima passed by.

"Master... You came. I'll prepare breakfast." A middle-aged woman ran in waves from inside the house, welcoming the arrival of Bima.

"No need. I just change clothes and I'll go again."

"Will you use your own car?" The man who had since Bima got off the car had been following her, asked.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Good, Sir. I'll get the car ready."

"I'll bring it myself."

"But, Mister...." Paria looked in shock.

"Marco will be here any minute."

"All right, sir." The man nodded, then turned around and left.

Bima climbed the fifth floor, towards her room. Fifteen minutes later he came down, dressed in an expensive navy suit, his hair neatly combed. The look of his sharp eyes coldly pierced the bones. Anyone who saw it, would not recognize that it was a Bima, a homeless man who had no home married Mariana.

Bima walked down, a bodyguard in all-black clothes followed her.

"Mr Marco is waiting in your study, sir." The guard told.

Bima nodded at a glance, then walked into his study.

"Boss...." Marco stood up, as soon as Bima entered the room.

"Is there anything new?"

"Yes. Our information source says, they're preparing to fire Miss Mariana and drain her property under the pretext of a refund."

Bima smiled cynically. "Leave it. I have more than Mariana needs to live a frivolous life.Let's see later, after Mariana sits in the CEO chair of her own company."

"Boss, are you sure you're going to give the FMCG parent company into your wife's hands?"

"of course. Do you doubt my wife?" bima said fierce.

"No. Of course not. I'm just worried your wife hasn't been too experienced with such a big company. The Texas firm is obviously only ten small parts compared to the Four Trainers Group" Marco replied.

"Don't worry. My wife is not a careless woman," replied Bima flatly.

"Now, when you're done talking about my wife, let's go."

Marco jumped to his feet, opened the door for Bima and walked behind him.