Marrying Grandpa's Choice

Adam Pov's..

Adam Pov's..

I arrived home at 16:20 AM local time, I saw in the parking lot there is no car that is usually used by the Slamet pack. I can guess Mr. Slamet is picking up Nabila. I went straight to my room to clean myself up.

Until 17:15 WIB pak Slamet has not reached home. Though they should have been home slow gasket at 17:00 WIB. I grabbed my phone that was on the nightstand next to the bed. I called Nabila, but, uh, the number's off. Also, I called Mr. Slamet.

‘Hallo, Mr.” Answer mr. Slamet.

“Kok is not home yet, sir?” I asked Slamet sir.

‘Sorry, sir, the car broke down. So, I'm late to pick up, Non Bila.’

“Oh, Ok no problem. Please, give the phone to Nabila, sir. I want to talk.” I told Mr. Slamet.

‘Sorry, Sir but non-Even when no.’

“Meanour father?No how?” I started to panic, hearing ambiguous words from Mr. Slamet.

‘Mbak Nabila is not in the cafe, sir. Said the cafe employee had gone home with a mother and mas-mas, Mr.’ Mr. Slamet's voice sounded low. Maybe I was afraid I was scolding him.

“Kok can Nabila not wait, father?Last time the car broke down Slamet ngabarin Nabila no?” Who did Nabila come home with. Just make me worry.

‘Already sir, I send a message to non If you can not pick up.

“Oh, pantesan Nabila home alone. You should send a message to Nabila can not pick up on time because the car is breaking down, and tell Nabila to wait!” My speech.

‘It is my intention to WhatsApp as well, Sir. Sorry, Mr.’ Mr. Slamet sounds guilty.

“Ya no longer papa, I just go home.” I ended my call and put it back on the nightstand. I got off the bed leaving my room. My two feet slowly stepped into my work space. The goal is simple, I want to monitor the front gate CCTV. I wonder who brought Nabila home. I sat in my desk chair and turned on my laptop.

I waited for Nabila worriedly. It's been 15 minutes but my wife hasn't come home yet. Right in the 20th minute I was waiting for Nabila, a luxury car stopped in front of the gate of my house. I saw it from the CCTV I've been monitoring in my work space.

A male?Who's the guy who drove Nabila home. They look familiar, the man even opened the car door for Nabila. So considerate. Who he thinks he is, how dare he take care of my wife.

I was more furious considering Nabila who could not be contacted but instead returned home delivered a man. I closed my laptop and stood up. Upset, it's hot of my heart to see Nabila among other men. I went straight to my room to wait for Nabila.

Chequek.. My bedroom door is open. Nabila entered the room with a relaxed step. Could be!

“Where are you from?!” I asked to stand in front of him with both hands crossed.

“From campus, mas.” I could see he was scared when I answered my question.

“Jam like this?Are you in college taking night classes, magrib like this just arrived home?” I get upset when he's not honest. Whereas some time ago when I was tracking the GPS on his phone, he was somewhere else instead of college. And, not the way to the house.

He's nodding. “Iya, When from campus, mas.”

“I asked if you took night classes?!” I raised my voice a little.

She shook her head. “No, mas. Sorry, if it is finished college Azhar but waiting for the invitation of the old Slamet sir. Last time hanging out at the cafe while waiting for an invitation from pak Slamet.” Answer with trembling lips. I know he's scared.

“Keep you go home with Mr Slamet?”

She shook her head. “Ngak, mom. Slamet's car broke down, Mr. Slamet said he couldn't pick up. So, When you go home between friends.”

“Who?”

“Kak Rangga.”

“Whose ladder?”

“Alm sheet. Brother Rendy, mas.”

“Good!” I couldn't hold back my anger anymore when I found out who brought Nabila home.

“Mean, mas?”

“Good!Very nice of you, Bil. Go home with a man who is not your husband is also not your driver. Have you forgotten your status?You already have a husband, Bil!Is it worth going home to another man?It's so you don't go straight home and even swoon. Nice work!!” I applauded Nabila's behavior. He can't think clearly. How can Nabila want to be delivered by that man.

‘Br*ngsek.’ Umpatku annoyed.

“Have it, take a shower there!Don't forget to use warm water.” Seeing him down like that made me feel pity. But I am upset about his behavior. Before my anger got better I told him to take a shower. I'll ask him well wherever he was, after my anger has subsided and I can think clearly.

“Good, mas.” I got into bed and played with my phone. He went into the bathroom to clean himself up.

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Author Pov's

Nabila went straight into the bathroom after Adam told her to take a bath. Arriving in the bathroom Nabila immediately cried. He knows he's wrong. He would not cry in front of Adam. He did not want Adam to judge him by his whiny and use his tears to melt Adam's anger. After a while of crying Nabila felt relieved. He continued to clean himself with warm water.

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Nabila went to the dining room for dinner. The hunger hit his stomach 2 hours ago. When at the cafe Nabila just drink juice without eating snacks because the intention is to enjoy dinner with family. Not knowing until home even quarreled with Adam. Even Nabila had not found Adam in his room after he took a bath.

“Ga, have you seen Adam?” Tanya Nabila on Yoga who was already in the dining room. The young man ate his dinner.

Yoga looked up to Nabila who was standing next to him. “No idea, but I got Adam's car out like.” Without waiting for long Nabila rushed to the garage. One car Adam did not have meant his husband was out of the house. She returned to the dining room disappointed.

Nabila sat in front of Yoga and immediately took the rice and side dishes that he placed on his plate. Without a sound Nabila ate his dinner.

“Mbak, would you like to know the secret?”

Nabila. “No, I'm no longer in the mood nyimpen secret others.” Answer Nabila lazily.

“Hiss, whereas it's about Adam.” Yoga fishing.

Nabila put her spoon on the plate and stared at the curious Yoga. “If about mas Adam I want to know.” Say Nabila seriously.

“Hm, sorry, mbak. Yoga is not in the mood to spread the secrets of others.” Relaxing Yoga.

Nabila sighed like a weapon to eat sir. “Mbak hearder your new car, Ga.”

The teenage boy looked excited by Nabila's question. “Iya mbak, sophisticated euy roof of his car can be opened. Cool anyway, grandpa does know the taste of Yoga.” Yoga is no longer condescending to show luxury in front of his closest friends. Although yes, the luxury car he did not bring until school. Yoga parked his car in the workshop near the school and walked to school. Yoga still does not want to show off at school.

“You don't want a new peleg, Ga?” Say Nabila relaxed while chewing her dinner.

‘Nih bribe, mbak When must be curious banged the same secret mas Adam.’ Batin Yoga.

“Mbak want to buyin?”

“Easy, as long as you know the secret of Adam.” Say Nabila again with a smile.

‘New peleg server.’ Yoga Eyes are sparkling. He knew Nabila never denied what was promised.

Yoga waved his hands so that Nabila's head was slightly advanced. Yoga also moved his head closer to Nabila ready to whisper. “So, hospital opening time there is a flower delivery for mbak. But, burned the same mas Adam.” Bisik Yoga's.

“What?!” Nabila widened her eyes in shock.

“So, you sell secrets for pelegs, Ga?Nice!!” The voice of someone who is not familiar attracts the attention of Yoga and Nabila. Both of them looked towards the voice. Instantly Yoga and Nabila felt a cold aura piercing their bodies. They were also horrified by that person's gaze.

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Author's message: Finish the fight with a cool head. Do not make a decision that will eventually trigger regret just because you cannot control your anger when making a decision. Decisions made when angry are 100% regret!