Marrying a Rich Bum

EARLY STEPS

Mariana knelt in front of her grandfather, crying. "I'm sorry Mariana, Grandpa. Mariana. Mariana was no longer able to endure their scorn."

Grandpa Mariana smiled, nodding. One hand stroked Mariana's long hair.

"It's okay, Mariana. Grandpa knows what's been going on with you all along. Go, Son. Work in a place where your abilities are properly valued."

Mariana looked up at her grandfather, nodding.

"Now go help your aunt prepare dinner. I need to talk to your husband."

Mariana nodded, then walked away.

"Follow me." Grandpa Mariana stood up, walking towards her study.

"Tell me," he said, as soon as the old man sat behind a wide desk with a pile of old books.

"Mariana's pregnant."

Grandpa Mariana sighed resignedly.

"But she hates her baby. She didn't want to conceive the son of that son of a bitch."

"Then?"

"I don't want him to kill a fetus just because he hates it."

Grandpa Mariana nodded in understanding, but her gaze waited. Obviously the man knew Bima was not finished with his story.

"We did it."

The long breaths became the first response Grandpa Mariana gave.

"You're trying to manipulate Mariana's mind?"

Bima nodded.

"Did that work?"

Bima nodded back.

"Did that woman show up?"

Bima shook her head.

"How can you?"

Bima's gaze decreased, back to shake. "I don't know either, Cake."

"Have you called your grandfather?"

Bima is back to shake. His gaze returned to the old eyes wrinkled before him.

"Did that woman mess up in your village?"

Bima once again shook her head. "There will be a man who will look for me if that happens.

"I'm honestly surprised by your grandfather. He knew the damned woman would rise if you slept with a woman, but he trapped you in a marriage. Does he think you will forever be able to hold your passion under the roof that you live with a woman that you have stopped" said Bima cynically.

"The elders thought we had done it, before they decided to marry us, grandfather. They found me and Mariana sleeping in one bed, with Mariana naked, because all her clothes were torn when she was raped."

"So they trust their naked eye more than the aura emanating from your body?" ask Grandpa Mariana growled.

Bima shook her head. "I'm sorry, Grandpa. At that time I had a passion for Mariana. Although I was able to hold it in, but that aura would still appear and be clearly visible to them."

Grandpa Mariana again exhaled a long breath, nodding.

"Yes, yeah. Of course they're fooled, if you feel it strongly."

"I've tried to pull him off, Grandpa."

Grandpa Mariana shook her head. "I don't blame you. You're a normal man. All we have to think about now is if that damned demon shows up, what are you going to do?"

Bima shook her head. "Nothing can be done before we know what he's in. He can appear in various incarnations, Grandpa."

Grandpa Mariana nodded back.

"alright. Let's get rid of that problem for later. There's nothing we can do before the demon shows up. I'll talk to your grandfather to meet you here, you don't step on their land for a while. Who knows if you're here, the smell you've mixed with that woman is no longer smelled by that woman's demon."

Bima nodded.

"Now, what are you doing with Mariana. Have you unmasked you? I saw you guys buy a new car "

"No." Bima shook her head. "I said it was money given to me by my friend, who lent him a house and gave him a job."

"He believes?"

"Not just like that, of course. She's not demanding, but I'm sure Mariana already suspects something strange."

"She's a smart woman."

"I know, Grandpa."

"When will Mariana start working?"

"I'm planning to launch the company next month. At the moment, Mariana's condition was still too weak to work hard. He vomits a lot, especially in the morning."

"You've arranged everything?" Grandpa Mariana mangosteen.

Bima nodded. "Mariana will work with Marco as his general manager. Marco will intercede for Mariana with me, Cake. This week, Marco and I are preparing to electrify the city with the emergence of a subsidiary of the four trainer group."

"Of course they'll be in an uproar. Four Trainer Group is not a small company that can be underestimated. You've ruled entertainment and shopping centers all over the country."

Bima was silent, looking at the calm smiling old eyes before her.

"Possess this small town, son. I'm putting Mariana's happiness on you."

"I'll vouch for it, Cake." Bima nodded confidently.

"Are you not done yet?" mariana asked, slowly opening the door of her grandfather's study. Bima looked surprised.

"Of course it has been since. We're starving waiting for you to finish preparing dinner." Grandpa Mariana stood up. Miraculously, his voice had returned to grumbling mode.

Bima smiled, stepping closer to Mariana. "We're ready for dinner. Are you done?"

Mariana nodded, walking to the dining table.

At ten pm Mariana and Bima just entered the courtyard of the luxury house they just occupied. Mariana fell asleep in the car, Bima took her in by carrying her.

Mariana wriggled feeling her eyes that were suddenly glare. The morning sunlight barged in through the open window, hitting Mariana's face that was still gnawing.

Mariana turned around, her eyes staring at the glass of milk with the paper folded in front of her.

"Drink your milk. I've also cooked grits in the kitchen, for your breakfast. I leave for a moment, my friend asked me to meet him at the airport. He transited for eighty minutes. I'm sorry I didn't wake you, but I know you're tired. I'll be home as soon as he leaves."

Mariana smiled reading Bima's message. Bima's handwriting is good, sloping and very neat. Mariana folded it again, put it on the table, then took the milk and drank it to the end.

While elsewhere...

Fifteen minutes later, Marco arrived.

"Let's go."

Marco, ready to put his ass on the couch, froze. His ass floated twenty inches from the chair.

"Can't I stick my ass in five minutes, boss. It's been this gig," he said heartily."

"Just put it in the seat behind the wheel. Come on." Bima stepped open the door, out.

Marco lifted back his butt, stood upright and followed Bima walking out.

"Has everyone gathered?" bima asked on the way to the hotel that Marco had booked for them to hold a meeting.

"Already, Boss."

Bima nodded. Arriving at the hotel lobby, Bima walked in without feeling the need to look at anyone.

"Lord Bima." A woman in a neat navy blue suit greeted him. The woman was polite.

"It doesn't need to be like that. I am not a god" said Bima flatly.

The woman stood up again, then pressed the elevator button up. The elevator opened, both of them came in. Exiting on the sixth floor, the graceful lady with the tiny bun brought Bima into the privacy room at the end of the corridor. When he opened the door, everyone inside stood up.

"Sit. I am not a teacher who should be welcomed by standing up while saying greetings," said Bima coldly. The man walked towards the very end of the chair, which was always reserved for the highest position of the company's executive.

"How is our project going?" bima asked, as soon as his butt stuck to the leather of the chair.

"We need to pay a lot of tribute to the licensing, Boss. The officials of this small town were truly like pontoon boats. They have a very large hull with an empty charge, and will not run until the load is full. Phew!" report a man sitting on the left side of Bima.

"No problem. The people here are very profitable. The competitiveness of the city is very high. The prestige has always managed to boost purchasing power." Bima stood up, pressed the projector until it lit up and showed a company scheme.

"This is where MDC will come in."

Some frowns confused.

"MDC is a company engaged in the field of digitalization of money. Our amusement park, will impose admission using digital money. This digital money will be able to be obtained not only from the application tranding, but we will apply it in real life. They can get points from the results of shopping at outlets that we already have today, to then be converted into digital money."

"Then everyone will flock to our outlets, to get digital money that is very valuable." Bhishma grinned from the middle row of the table.

"It's your job to virtualize this digital money to tickle people's competitiveness."

"Don't worry, Boss. That's my job."

"Fransisco. I want you to complete our theme park project to be ready to be inaugurated right on New Year's Eve. Get the best architects in the whole country." Bima gave the order.

The one called Francisco, the man with thick porcupine hair and eyebrows that were about to stick, nodded firmly.

Bima nodded in satisfaction.

"We're going to start digitizing the money tomorrow morning. I've already opened the app to be widely downloaded. Ben, can you start raiding people tonight?"

Ben, a tall skinny man with a horse face looked up at the new scheme that appeared on the screen.

"Hm... Trading system," he murmured. "They will be fooled by the nominal rupiah is very small," he continued.

"Yes. It was only to reach those whose financial strength was minimal. But the small nominal of course has only a small advantage, they will soon shift to a larger nominal purchase" explained Bima.

"Are we going to start giving trading points on the purchase receipt as well, Boss?"

Bima shook her head. "No. Some companies like the Texas Firm will realize this is a game if we do it together. Develop the digitalization of the money outside, and then we'll start next week, as if we're being dragged down by the digitalization of money and making it a promotional tool."

The ten executive staff leading the Four Trainer Group subsidiary nodded in understanding.

"Sorry, Boss. But how can we walk without a head office. It would be considered a dark tranding."

Once again Bima shook her head. "Marco has set it outside. The FMCG parent is currently standing in the city of Malaba, Aser, with small-scale games. Your job, Ben, is to make it go viral. Why do we start abroad, because the people of our country have a crisis of confidence in their own country. Then the outer product will be more they believe than the domestic product."

Some heads understood.

"alright. If everyone understands, we'll have a meeting today. We're gonna start the whole buzz next week."

The meeting broke up, but Bima kept Francisco and Marco in the meeting room.

"One thing you need to know, Francisco. FMCG, not a subsidiary of Four Trainer Group."

"Is it an affiliate company?" ask Francisco.

Bima shook her head. "No. FMCG is the parent company of digitizing money that I founded not under the Four Trainer Group, because my wife will run it."

Francisco, as the parent head of the Four Trainer Group, smiled. "It'll benefit us."

"of course. The enemy will not know two companies are working under one power" Marco said.

"If I may know, boss, which company are you attacking?" ask Francisco. As the second hand of Bima, Marco and Francisco almost knew all the ins and outs of Bima. Just like Thompson, who currently holds an automotive company and at the same time controls a showroom that was only two months ago Bima opened in this Maraya city.

"My wife, was thrown out of her family's company. Texas Company. And he's treated like shit."

"We'll take care of it, boss."

"Note also to Bondan Corporation Founder."

"What's wrong with that company?"

"His only son raped my wife so savagely!" Bima growling.

"What?!" Francisco stood in shock.

"Quiet." Bima raised her hand. "Don't be rash. His company is under the support of the authorities and law enforcement."

"But the gangster you're leading is way above the brand, Boss!" hiss Francisco furious.

Bima smiled calmly. "Is that how you've been playing after all these years I haven't rhymed you, Francisco?" tanyanya cold.

Francisco was silent, then slowly sat back down. "No, Boss. I'm sorry."

Bima nodded. "good. Work with a professional. And I also want to tell you, there's a chance that demonic woman will rise."

Bima shriveling. "How come? Aren't you sleeping with your wife, boss?"

"Unfortunately, yes."

Francisco patted his forehead. "How did that happen, boss. You should know the risks. He can destroy everything we've built over the years" Fransisco complained.

Bima shook her head. "We are more prepared now. That's why I put you on top of the Four Trainer Group, put Thompson on Otto Tech, and put Marco on MFCG" Bima said.

"Where's Thompson?" ask Marco.

"I told him to go see Grandpa."

"For what?"

"I know,"

Marco grinned. "Just make sure, boss," he said.