Marrying a Rich Bum

Drafts

In his study, Bima paced back and forth while holding a cell phone in her ear.

"Master. You should see it. This time he meant it. I can see his honest aura."

"But, Thompson. Are you sure it wasn't a trap?"

"No, Mister. Miss Sarah's not a mimicry, you know that."

Bima nodded, although Thompson obviously could not see it.

"I'm going there now, Thompson."

"Good, Sir. I'll wait here."

Bima pocketed her phone back, then walked out of her study.

A shiny black car glides gallantly down the street, heading for the hospital where Sarah is being treated.

Twenty minutes later, Bima had stepped out of the elevator on the fifth floor of the hospital.

"Sir...." Thompson welcomes Bima.

"How is he doing?" bima asked, while the two of them walked down the long corridor of the hospital.

"Bad, Sir. The bullet hit just below his heart and hit the vein."

Bima nodded once.

"Is he conscious?"

"Yes, Sir. His consciousness was excellent even though his body was so weak."

"What does he want from me?"

Thompson stood in front of the VVIP 6.1 outpatient room door, turning to look at Bima seriously.

"Whatever he wants, just listen and believe it. I can guarantee the truth of the story."

Bima frowned. "Tompson... Why do you care so much about Mariana? I don't even remember asking you to look after Sarah. Where are the people Marco ordered to look after him?"

Thompson looked at Bima for a moment, then looked down.

"Master. I'm sorry to you, I've been hiding this for a lot of time. But I'll tell you later, after...."

"Tell me now, Thompson."

Thompson was silent, down.

"Please. Maybe it'll make it easier for me to trust Sarah after all the lies she's done to me."

"Sir, but...."

"Is she your special lady?"

Thompson looked up slowly, looked into Bima's eyes, then nodded slowly. "Yes, Sir. Sorry."

Bima smiled. "No one can resist that feeling when God sends it down, even to the wrong person. You know, Thompson. Even when I found out Mariana was the twin sister of my mother's killer, I still couldn't afford to hate her in the slightest. Because God has lowered my love for her."

Thompson shook his head slightly, but then quickly nodded.

"alright. I trust you, and I'll try to be nice to Sarah." Bima's hand was outstretched, opening the sal door that hid Sarah in it. Bima stepped in, followed by Thompson.

Sarah's eyes bought wide when she saw Bima entering the room. His mouth opened forming the word Bima, but no sound came out of it.

"What do you want to tell me until you are so eager to meet me, Sarah," said Bima coldly, her eyes staring at Sarah expressionlessly.

"I-I-ngin give-know-you. H-be careful p-p-ada k-eti-ga s-auda-ra M-maria-na."

Bima narrowed her eyes, looking at Sarah doubtfully.

"Master. You know he's not lying. Even if he were a mimicry, he would not be able to control his aura under the current conditions."

Sarah closed her eyes, nodding. His hand stuck out, asking Thompson for something.

Bima turned her head, following the direction of Sarah's hand movement.

Thompson nodded, then opened the nightstand drawer beside Sarah's bed and took out a neatly folded sheet of paper.

Sarah accepted it, then thrust it on Bima.

Bima looked at Thompson.

"Open, Sir. It may be less obvious, but Sarah has tried to write it with great difficulty.

Bima glanced at Mariana at a glance, before opening the fold of paper in her hand.

Bima's phone sounded. Bima picked it up and saw Mariana's name flashing on the screen.

"Yes, Mariana."

"Where are you?"

"I. in...." Bima thought for a moment. "Why?"

"Grandfather. Aunt said she had a heart attack."

"What?!" Bima looked at Thompson anxiously.

"Yes, yeah. I'll be right to your place. Don't go alone, wait for me to arrive in five minutes." Bima disconnects the call.

"Tompson, I'm sorry. I have to go."

"B-bi-m...." Sarah called out loud, her fingertips touching Bima's arm.

"West. I'm sorry I had to leave. Whatever you have to say, you can tell Thompson. I believe it, you too. I trust whatever you're going to tell Thompson and I believe Thompson is going to say exactly the same thing you said, no less, no more" Bima said quickly, glanced at Sarah's eyes, which began to look empty.

"Protect M-aria-na. I-u a-kan p-go."

"West. You're not going anywhere as long as I'm alive, you know that. So, I'll come back later after taking care of Grandpa. You can temporarily tell me what you mean to Thompson, you hear me?"

Sarah is weak.

Slowly, Bima leaned over and kissed Sarah's fingers. "Rest. I'll be back."

"h-be careful. Protect M-ariana."

Bima nodded confidently. "Surely." Then he turned around and immediately ran away.

Bima's black car again glided at an above-average speed, on a fairly solid road. The deep and low roar of the engine impresses the image of the cutting lion on the glass behind it while roaring hungry. The cars pulled over, gave way.

Ten minutes less, Bima had cornered her way into the parking lot of Mariana's office. Mariana and Marco immediately ran over.

"Let me take it, boss." Marco looked out of the open window.

They're back on the slide, heading for grandpa's house.

"How did you know Grandpa had a heart attack?"

"Auntie called me."

"Did he say something?"

"Something what?" mariana asked confusedly.

"Something, about grandfather of course."

Mariana shook her head. "No. He just said, after breakfast grandpa went to bed complaining about not feeling well."

"Why not call a doctor? Didn't grandfather call the doctor the most?"

Mariana nodded. "I also asked Auntie, earlier. He said Farhan's doctor's cell phone couldn't be reached."

"Tumbent."

"Of course."

"Have you tried to contact Kuswoyo's doctor?"

Mariana nodded. "Yes. Doctor Kuswoyo is on his way to Grandpa's place."

"Why grandfather didn't try to contact Kuswoyo's doctor when Farhan's doctor couldn't be contacted."

"I don't know either. You can ask him later, when we meet with...."

"Awass...!"

Dugm!

Mariana stared at the car glass on the right side of Bima. Bima turned her head, just as the car glass windows next to them closed and the muzzle of the gun was pulled in.

"Who's that. Why is he shooting?!" pekik Mariana horrified.

Bima smiled sneered. "Don't worry. He's just some stupid guy who wants to waste bullets."

"What do you mean?!" Mariana glared.

"Do you know what kind of car this is?"

Mariana glanced along the body of the car, before nodding.

"Then why should we be afraid."

"Are these cars really going to be bulletproof if they shoot in a row?"

"On that, I don't know. They probably haven't tested it that far."

"But they're planning on strapping us with bullets."

Bima looked at Mariana, frowning.

"How did you know?"

"I...."

"Marina...."

Mariana.

"Darling...."

"I...." Mariana looked up slowly. "Grandfather restored my ability that he once closed. He said, since you're my husband, I need that power" he said timidly.

Bima smiled, nodding.

"So, where should we turn now. You set the direction."