My Secret Life's

Chapter 182: Young Master Burhan

After sighing, Asfa confirmed his sitting position and took one pillow to endure the pain in the stomach. "Retrack of the RA Company!"

Asfa's orders, make Vans close the laptop and stare asked at his little elf. Why hack your own company, you can enter without the need to hack. Do not end up thinking with the mind of this one child, there is always something new. Asfa was conscious with Vans' eyes, eyebrows raised and lips docked.

"Just do it, nothing will happen. I wonder how far Young Master Burhan has progressed."

Asfa's reply, made Vans nod in understanding. The laptop reopened and Vans began to do the job her little elf had asked for. Both hands worked on the keyboard to hack the pages of Asfa's company, each letter and number that Vans entered was only observed by Asfa.

From the beginning each code entered by Vans was like a step of itself doing a hack, until a few minutes later. Code changed with new formula. "Is this the latest development?"

"True, a few months ago there was a hack and made grandfather foggy. So…"

Looking at Vans facial expression. Asfa understands whatever makes the fog of the white hair grandfather, must have been his own grandson. "Do I have to tell Grandpa Burhan about Ka Vans' pranks."

"Bare you?" challenge Vans and hit enter because the hacking process has been completed.

Asfa just smiled mischievously and took over the laptop. Vans wanted to prevent it, but Asfa was faster. "Round, Ka. Don't cheat."

"All right, ten minutes. Before the virus spreads." said Vans.

Asfa stared at Vans for a moment and refocused on the laptop on his lap. "Are Ka Vans ready to give me whatever I want?"

"Without any challenge, I will certainly follow your will. Already, focus first. Time is running." explains Vans.

Asfa's fingers began to dance on the keyboard. No longer the focus, a sweet smile also rose on the lips of the woman who was still pale. Seen seriousness and also a small humming out of the lips Asfa. Vans who saw the joy of his little fairy also smiled with relief, if with simple things make Asfa happy. Whatever he does for that smile.

Vans who chose to enjoy the joy of Asfa, did not realize if Asfa quickly returned the virus that hit his company's system. Without delay, Asfa moved the laptop over Vans' lap. "Five minutes."

Silent….

There was no answer, making Asfa stare at Vans. Worth no answer, the man who was invited to chat actually looked at himself without blinking and surely it was the brain traveling somewhere. "Door!"

"Eh, dislodged. Aspie…."

"God, Ka. After that brother why try? Want Grandpa Burhan in the fog again?" asfa glanced at the laptop.

Vans followed Asfa's eye glance and was shocked to see his company's system hit by the virus. Without delay, Vans rushed to prevent and intend to reverse the virus on the sender. Asfa sees every code on the laptop screen, some code is wrong. Perhaps in a state of panic, leaving Vans unfocused.

"Dry!" tell Asfa to take over the laptop.

"But.." protested Vans.

"Where are your focuses?(Where's your focus?)" ask Asfa and start doing the virus removal he sent.

Vans scratched his head, resigned himself and noticed the way Asfa worked. The tiny fingers still surfed quickly without a hitch. Every code entered still looks foreign, the last learner is not that code. "Have your tiers changed again, since we last fought?"

"What happened?" Ask Vans.

Asfa closed his eyes. "Forget. You accompany me tomorrow for an impromptu survey, will you?"

As far as anything has to do with the Vans, there are still rules from the Burhan Family that cannot be broken. Asfa knows Vans is Young Master Burhan and becomes a best friend, as well as an older brother to him. However, businesses that are engaged at any time can be an endless problem. For that, involving Vans can not every time.

Vans closed the laptop and placed it on the nightstand, now Vans' gaze was fixed on Asfa. Looking at the situation, it was certain that Asfa could not get out from inside the room let alone the mansion. If you want to get out, you have to have a good reason.

"Give me reason.(Give me a reason.)" Pinta Vans.

"I have to do some of the last cooperation before the end of the year (.I have to do some last cooperation before the end of the year.)" replied Asfa.

Vans took Asfa's right hand, opened his little elf's eyes and looked at her.

"You want to meet Grandpa?" ask Vans.

"Why. If that can make me outdoor. (Why not. If it can get me outdoors.)" replied Asfa.

Vans nodded in understanding and rubbed Asfa's head. "Rest, your medicinal effects are better. Don't let your brother chop off my head. Sweet dream my little fairy."

According to Asfa and changing position, Vans helped Asfa break down his body. Pejaman Asfa's eyes, make Zain get out of bed and snatch a cell phone on the nightstand. Search for the last number and dial the call icon. Tone is connected and instantly lifted. Vans' face turned red and kept his phone away from his ears.

Intentions want to talk from heart to heart, precisely the lightning strike that is obtained. Grandfather's talk was getting spicy like a level 50 Max end boncabe. (Hehe othoor mah do not dare to try this level 😁 and it turns out this is the latest level boncabe, really not huh? 🤔)

For almost an hour, Vans faithfully kept the phone away and let the grandfather speak at length. Almost asleep, fortunately in front of him there was Asfa who slept with a sweet smile.

[Vaaan!]~ call Grandpa Burhan.

Rushing Vans picked up the phone and put it in the ear. "Sir, inget age. I'll see you tomorrow, somebody wants Vans to introduce."

[Is your little elf ready to meet grandfather?]~thasy Grandpa Burhan.

"Take it like that. Can you?" vans replied, it is impossible to say if the meeting was done for the sake of obeying the request of her little elf.

[Ordinary place and time how?]~thas grandfather Burhan.

"Sore, the place is far away. Have a good rest, Kek." replied Vans.

The conversation ended, Vans stared at Asfa for a moment before taking a break. Elsewhere amid the blaring music noise, two men walked to move places. Both choose to book one VVIP room and hire several evening ladies to serve and accompany throughout the night.

"So what can I help you with?" ask the man shoulder-length hair, brush his hair and let a woman slip spoiled on his lap.

One glass on the table, the man who refused to be touched by the woman that night chose to take off his suit and throw it carelessly in the direction. "Let's work together."