My husband's a Grumpy

77. Sudden Calls To Error

A white, gold-plated invitation was lying on the desk. Arga, who was busy observing the documents, now closed the map and placed it on top of the pile of maps beside him. His attention was drawn to the invitation that had filled the table for so long. He was only able to touch the invitation because he was preoccupied with his work. It was a party invitation for Galak's appointment as heir to the Anggara family.

Instantly the corner of Arga's left lip lifted. “The old grandmother's cup of wine has prepared the only golden throne for Galak in the company well,” he murmured. Then he laughed. It was as if Vera's worries about the throne that Arga would seize were a joke.

Tok tok, there was a knock on the door.

“Log in!” exciting Arga. He also lowered his smile with the invitation.

A handsome man came in from there. Grey shirt with two buttons open, it was still decorated with glasses, apparently the man did not come because of work in the office.

“What's up, Ian?” ask Arga directly.

Ian pulled a chair in front of Arga's desk. He sat there without being invited. If it is like this, compared to employers and subordinates, these two people look more like colleagues.

“It looks like Galak already suspected me,” said Ian.

Arga's forehead is wrinkled. “What's as important as you are?” syndicate Arga.

“I don't know either. I'm just telling you. Meta says Galak is finding out something about me,” said Ian.

“Meta?” Once again Arga was made to be astonished. “What did Meta tell you? Are you working with him?”

Ian laughed softly. Every Meta recalls his face always turns bright.

“Mrs Vera should be a wise man. But he was wrong in looking for a son-in-law. This daughter-in-law was not just stupid, but strange. Not because his brain is empty, but because it is filled with many useless things,” said Ian.

“You know him well enough,” accuse Arga.

“He is indeed a person who is always frank,” elak Ian.

“Not because your attention is getting interested by him?”

“Come, Sir ...”

Arga laughed softly.

Ian's vision led to a golden white invitation on the table. It was Galak's name that attracted him.

“Do they really invite Master to this party?” ask Ian. He's astonished. Isn't this like humiliation?

“I?” Ian pointed to himself. “For what? I mean where?”

It's not what Ian thinks, is it?

“To the party,” replied Arga.

“Ke-why me?”

“Because I was lazy to have to meet that old fucking grandma.”

“Don't you have to stop this party?

“Stop?” Arga's right eyebrow raised. “For what?”

“Galak will have captured what you should have,” said Ian.

“Then leave it so,” timpal Arga.

Ian's eyeballs widened. Although Arga was sincere, not so with him. Arga is the master!

“But, right ...”

“And let me destroy what he should have,” added Arga cutting off Ian's remarks.

Ian scrunched his forehead. He still did not understand what his master said. Arga is full of mystery.

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