Oh My Mr. Wool
Anton's Plan
"Wahh I am amazed to hear your words. Listen, dear Mr. Adnan, I know my late father's grandfather. And I'm not the seductive woman you're accusing me of!" mira's gaze drew sharply, Sisi was to the horror she made.
"Sir Adnan this is really something, you're finished, CEO Songong." The side is soft
Adnan smiled mockingly, "oh huh? has he? I think it's true." Adnan nodded his head, then continued, "Even though my grandfather has 6 heads but his taste may not be as bad as you."
Sisi opened his mouth to form the letter O, then glared sharply at Secretary Yo opposite him while waving his hands.
"this time it's completely finished you're Adnan, it's your fault you woke up the tigress." The side turned back inward while looking at Adnan concerned,
"May you come home healthy sentausa. aamiin."
Opposite him, Secretary Yo scratched his head while not itching because diligently shampooing eh, he meant because he did not understand the purpose of Sisi's hand wave.
The veins on the face and neck of the 26-year-old woman stood out, her face red with anger.
"Dumb Adnan" Plakk, Mira's five fingers imprinted on Adnan's smooth face leaving reddish traces, "you're out of my house! whahuh? married to you? married to a rude man like you? Uhhh!" Mira screeched the circus "why should I do it Dear Mr Adnan? Huh why?" Mira pointed at the front door with a dead red face. Adnan's words scratched his pride, dropping it deep into the insecure hole.
He knows he is not beautiful. It goes without saying. Especially to mention that he is not even the taste of old grandfathers. Really, his pride is hurt.
Adnan seemed surprised to get a slap from Mira, no doubt the response of the girl was as loud as that.
The side that sees his best friend being angry is only biting his thumb confused, the article if Mira is already angry is difficult to assuage his anger.
While Secretary Yo tugged on Mr. Adnan's sleeve, as a code for the Master to ask ma'af. But, Adnan's insensitive base he just silently did not understand.
"What am I wrong?" his mind was confused, because he thought his words were right, "He should have asked ma'af for slapping me!"
Secretary Yo who understood the meaning of his Master's gaze was just a head bobble. It felt like he wanted to cry in the face of his boss's bodo attitude
"Yes, you have to do it to help me. Do you need money not for living expenses? just accept! I know you are unemployed now. I am ready to sell you 5℅ shares of what I will get. How's it?"
"You investigated my background?" Mira asked inquiring
"yes. Indeed why? Do not be your background, the background of important people in this country can I get." Boasting himself, Adnan made his Secretary even more headache.
"Wahh, wahh, really this crazy guy." Mira is really upset now.
Drawn roughly up the sleeves of the two handsome men, after pushing them out he slammed the door violently and locked it.
The side walked over to Mira, "You..why?"
Mira just shook her head while looking down and walked towards her room.
Dropping her body on a single bed mattress with her favorite black and white polycadot bed sheet, Mira shed her tears.
He did not want to be born like this, he did not want to live like this.
His acne-prone physique and sensitive facial skin make him often become months from sitting in school. Plus his body that easily increased its weight, even though he ate not much too. However, maybe the cause is when stress Mira tends to eat a lot and always feel hungry. Maybe that's because the weight always increases when his feet rest on the scales.
Mira shrinks her tears, memories of 8 years ago danced in her memory.
Sabran Wijaya - wise and kind old man, friend of his late father. In the past, the last time to meet the man had offered to take care of Mira who is currently a kara. But Mira refused, not wanting to make people burdened.
He didn't want to owe me, so he thought.
But who would have thought, living in the capital turned out to be heavy for those who are accustomed to the hometown.
As he recalled, Grandfather Sabran was a gentle and friendly person and a generous smile, how could his grandson share the sky and earth personality, really astonished Mira made.
Tired of thinking makes Mira's brain tired and ask to be rested. Mira is late in her dreams
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On the other hand, on the European-style dining table sat 3 adult men circling the gold-patterned white dining table on all sides of the bottom.
The pitch-black chair looked beautiful reflected in luxurious-style lights above their heads.
Mr. Sabran waved his hand at the sign asking the six maids dressed in matching colors and patterns to leave.
The six women lowered their heads then slowly retreated and turned around, obeying their master.
"So, have you found Almira's home address?" Sabran Wijaya opened his voice after the six men left
Adnan simply cleared his throat in response, not taking his eyes off, still busy cutting the steak in front of him.
"So, what's he saying?" Mr. Sabran continued, waiting for an answer impatiently.
Adnan put the knife and fork to the dining table. Turning his eyes to his grandfather, "He won't." Answer is flat
"Why?" Mr. Sabran looked surprised
"Where do I know cake." Adnan shrugged his shoulders indifferently
"Father like not knowing Adnan's character, he was rude and like to talk arbitrarily. I'm sure he's talking to that Mira." Anton chimed in on the chatter of two people in front of him
Adnan drew a sharp look at Anton and snorted violently, while Mr. Sabran only sighed and nodded.
"Grandfather doesn't want to know, find a way to get him married or all of Grandpa's assets to hand over to your Anton-uncle." Mr. Sabran stood up and pushed the chair back after putting the old tissue wiping his mouth
Anton smiled triumphantly at his nephew. Ambition seemed to be flaring in his eyes
He desperately wished that Mira would not marry Adnan so that all of Triya Tech's assets fell into his hands.
"Lap iler mu that uncle, it looks so ambition from your face that." Adnan smiled sarcastically, while Anton hurriedly felt his mouth confirm Adnan's words
"****,he bullied me, that rancid boy! Just watch out for you!" Anton stared at Adnan's back from a distance with a horrible smile.
Anton stood up and stepped up the pitch-black marble staircase, holding it firmly against the staircase guardrail. After arriving at
his room he pulled out his phone.
Pressing the combination of numbers and then pressing the green icon with the phone
"Yes Sir?" The answer is heard
"Where are you? please carry out my orders yesterday. Payment will be given after the task is completed." Anton gave the order
"Good sir."
"hmm" Anton hung up the phone while grinning
