My husband's a Grumpy

56. Behind a Kasman 2

I really want to update 6 parts per day first. But I even notok in 4 part 😭😭😭 afternoon ujan, busy afternoon ama harvest beans. Hopefully you guys have no bosses waiting for Babang Galak.

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“What is it?”

“Galak Dirga Anggara, has fallen in love with Meta Felicia.”

Arga smiled at the senis. Is Kasman joking?

A Galak who every night decorated with women in turn, even fall in love easily?

No need to ask, Arga already knows that this marriage is just a bridge made by the old grandmother, to hand the Anggara family palace to his favorite granddaughter. Somehow the old granny split her heart. But he also knew that his blood was also flowing in Arga's body.

“How are you sure?” ask Arga.

“I've tested it, Sir. I hugged Meta right in front of Galak. It only took a few minutes until he fired me,” Kasman replied.

“How about you get it wrong?” ask Arga again.

“Do You think only you yourself want the heart Galak fall into Meta?” sahut Kasman's.

Arga raised his right eyebrow.

“There is still one more person who has the same desire as Mr.” Kasman added.

“You mean Meta?” guess Arga.

“True, Sir,” timpal Kasman.

“What if the woman does not succeed?” Arga continued to ask questions to gauge how much of Kasman's faith was. Because the lack of confidence always determines success.

“Not possible, Sir. I don't know that, but I'm sure that there's something he's betting on in this marriage. That's why he won't give up. After all, Meta cannot want to be taken for granted without getting a threat,” explained Kasman.

Now Arga is satisfied. This was why he placed great trust in the man before him. Kasman always knows everything, works well, and produces something satisfying. In fact, men like Kasman are the most dangerous.

“Good. I'm satisfied with that,” said Arga. Then pull something out of his pocket and throw it as high as possible.

“That garage key at home. You can choose whichever car,” said Arga.

Kasman raised the corner of his left lip. He was quite satisfied with the rewards he got. Then he said goodbye and got into the car he just got last month.

Is life this easy?

Because every month get a car, Kasman to build his garage as a hotel.

After Kasman's red car sped off the field, Arga got into a passenger car. In front of him there is a son who stayed in the sitting position of the rider earlier. The son glanced through the rearview mirror above him. “Master,” finally he raised his voice.

“What?” sahut Arga's.

“Do you plan to stop Galak's coronation as the sole heir?” ask the son to be brave.

Arga laughed softly. Stopping Galak's coronation only makes his life story feel bland. There is no thrill.

“I'm not interested in that legacy,” said Arga.

The son scrunched his forehead. Apparently his master was playing a plot twist.

“Isn't that inheritance also part yours?” ask the Son again.

“I'm just not interested,” replied Arga.

The son was astonished. Is there anyone who is not interested in wealth and power?

“Can I know why, Mister?”

“You're getting sassy, yes,” said Arga.

Son down. No longer dare to look at his master's face through the rearview mirror. “I'm sorry, Sir,” he said.

“The only precious thing in my life is only my mother, but her mother Galak has already taken what is precious to my mother. Now Galak even tried to take what was mine. Then I let it. After all I already have my own power,” explained Arga.

“Is there anything else that makes you curious?” ask Arga.