Satpam Turns out Sultan

Unwilling

"Let's marry them!" take Zarin, go straight to the point with the goal of coming here.

"I'm sorry, Rin. Sorry if I broke my promise. I'm really sorry. My granddaughter rejected this match. For God's sake, please forgive me." The barrel cupped both of his hands. It seemed like he had given up persuading his only granddaughter.

"But why, Race? Does he have a candidate?" ask Zarin, sad.

"I'm confused as to where I should start this story. My granddaughter doesn't want a wedding, Rin. After that," answered Laras honestly.

"My grandson and your grandson both have wounds, Ras. Who knows, they can heal each other. Come on, persuade him one more time. Who knows if he wants to." Now it was Zarin's turn to beg.

"I've persuaded him over and over again, but he still insists on refusing. The wounds left by the woman he loved so deeply, Rin. I might dare to add it again. I also want her to get married and forget the woman who betrayed her. I also want him to move on and open a new leaf. But what the hell else? he's so footy and stubborn. I was also dizzy for him," replied Laras.

"If they had found each other's hearts, maybe I wouldn't be this excited." Zarin closed his eyes in a frenzy.

"I'm sorry, Rin. Sorry I can't help you."

"My only hope right now is your grandson, Ras. I can't trust any young man now. You know, ever since his dad was crazy, he's been crazier. As if to show the world, that he doesn't care about anything!"

"Is Nadin getting wild?" ask Laras.

Zarin nodded.

"He likes to be angry and waste money as he pleases. I don't know when he's acting like that!"

Barrel was silent for a moment. Then he said, "I don't want to judge your grandson, Rin. I don't blame him either. I believe, surely he can return to be a good and meek Nadin like before. Yeah, you're right, Rashid can definitely change that. Depending on the Rashid, what does he want?" bans Barrel.

Zarin was silent for a moment. Then he said, "Let me meet him."

"He's now in Jakarta, Rin. I'll give you the address later, but promise me, talk to him. Please don't force it!" pinta Baras's.

"I'm not going to force it, Ras. I-i promise. I just want to talk to him."

"Okay, I believe you. We both keep a cracked glass, Rin. I hope you understand what I'm thinking. Because I myself also understand what you're thinking."

"I know that, Ras. You calm down."

However, this is also one of his efforts, to make the grandson can rise again from the slump.

***

For the information obtained by the personal assistant, Zarin finally found Rashid's residence. None other than the granddaughter of Larasati. The friend.

In a house that can be said to be very simple. It is only about 7x6 meters. The house consists of only one room, one bathroom, a minimalist kitchen and also a living room that becomes one with a kitchen.

On the porch of the house is a red Vixion motorbike.

The atmosphere looks very quiet. Maybe the house is on break.

"Is this really where Laras' grandson lives?" ask Zarin to his assistant.

"Yes, Madam. This is the young man's house."

"Emmmm. Yeah, you got the door!"

"Good!" Violeta stepped first, then knocked on the door.

Not long after, the owner of the house came out.

"Yes, find who?" ask the young man dressed casually.

"Emmm, is it true that you are Mr Rashid from Bandung? Laras' mother's granddaughter?" violeta asked the friendly young man.

"That's my name, Rashid. I am also from Bandung. I am also the granddaughter of Laras' mother. What's up? Is there anything I can help you with?" ask the young man.

"Emmm, my name is Violeta. I am Zarin's mother's personal assistant. Grandma's best friend, you. I hope your grandmother has told you about my arrival and also my boss" Violeta said with a friendly smile.

However, that smile instead made Rashid a little annoyed. Because the debate he had with his grandmother last night did not pay off. In fact, the arrival of a person whom he had rejected outright, now even appeared before his eyes without telling him first.

Seriate...