Somplak Boss

Part 14: The Wedding

PoV Erwin's.

"Mom take the registration form son-in-law!" uncle Aji shouted to his wife.

I swerved, then glanced towards Zahra who was bowed in shame.

Son-in-law registration form?

My deuteronomy in the heart.

We were both welcome to enter, leaving Rustam lying on the porch.

Zahra took a seat next to me.

"Why should there be a form?" tanyaku.

"We want to sort out what Zahra's future husband looks like. We want to choose the best candidate for him." Uncle Aji lit a cigarette with a bat. It then breathes a plume of smoke into the air.

Zahra seemed to grunt slowly.

A woman in her 40s came out with a confused face as she looked at me and Zahra. "What's up, sir?" ask her to the husband.

"You don't hear stupid! Ambilin son-in-law registration form!" yelled Uncle Aji annoyed. His wife nodded, then returned to the back in a hurry.

I just shook my head to see the behavior of the two of them.

"When both of Zahra's parents died, I took full responsibility for Zahra's survival. I also took care of it from childhood to adulthood. He's a stubborn kid, we've run out of ways to tame Zahra's heart."

I immediately patted Zahra's arm when the girl wanted to open her voice. Make a defense.

"He often runs away from home because he doesn't like the rules we make. We have to pay a lot of people to look for Zahra. Zahra is, after all, the daughter of my late sister. He's very valuable to us."

I held back Zahra's hands clenched with emotion.

"Our job of caring for Zahra will be done when she is married. Full responsibility for Zahra will be on your shoulders. We hope you can take good care of Zahra."

I nodded slowly.

"To see how big your sincerity is. Will you pay us in return for raising your wife with great difficulty?" asked Uncle Aji while smoking his cigarette.

"meaning?"

The middle-aged man flicked ****** his cigarette to the ashtray. "You'll have to pay back taxes to me, ten million a month."

"Uncle!" zahra shouted annoyed.

"Sttt!!" Erwin gave the code for Zahra to shut up.

"How are you willing?" asked Uncle Aji with both eyebrows swooping down.

The corner of the old man's lips smiled obliquely.

My gaze turned towards Uncle Aji's wife who had returned while carrying some sheets of paper.

"Why silence?"

I let out a rough breath. "Good, Sir. I'm ready."

Uncle Aji smiled in satisfaction, then sipped the milk coffee that was on the table.

"Ma, get him a drink" he said after his wife came with some paper.

"What's a rich man, Pa?" ask wife.

"Okay, but he wouldn't mind putting ten million dollars a month into Zahra's husband."

"Owh, it doesn't matter if it's made to drink," said his wife then rushed to the kitchen.

"Tea angel kasih sugar. No coffee, no milk. We will lose" said Uncle Aji with a cynical tone.

I just cursed in my heart. What kind of old man is this? 

Really, what a pity for Zahra, it's a good thing that fate found her with me. Slowly the sense of wanting to protect the girl thrust into the chest recesses.

Uncle Aji started wearing his glasses, to read the writings on the form paper.

"There are still requirements you must meet to become Zahra's husband."

Huff!! My head is smoky, just ready to wait to explode. It's grim!

"Are your parents rich?" Uncle Aji started interrogating.

I looked at him flat. "Yes!"

Uncle Aji crossed the number one requirement listed on the daughter-in-law registration form.

"How much do you mean now?"

"Infinite," I answered while casually holding.

"I am the CEO of smartphone company Indophone, I also have coal mining, I have ten boutique stores spread across several major cities in Indonesia. Later, I also held a stake in one of the football clubs that was in England."

Clontang!

A warm cup of tea that Uncle Aji's wife brought down.

"Oh my goodness, I made milk coffee, yes, sir," she was shocked to hear my reputation. The middle-aged woman immediately hurriedly returned to the kitchen.

Uncle Aji smiled. "remarkable. How much do you earn a month?"

"Hmm, about a billion," I replied calmly, full of authority.

"Well, if so he should deposit it to us fifty million, sir," said the wife of Uncle Aji who eagerly served me milk coffee.

"Aante!" reprimand Zahra.

"You want to go to heaven, don't you, Zahra? That's to repay you to those of us who raised you" cut the woman lightly.

I gulped with great difficulty. Asstaghfirullah square.

"Hows it? Do you agree on fifty million a month?" ask uncle Aji.

"That's not enough, you know, boil all our services," added his wife.

"I'm willing, sir," I hesitated.

"Okay, the next requirement should not be continued. When are you going to marry Zahra?" asked uncle Aji to take off his glass and then looked at me with serious glare.

"Now too, sir," I replied quickly.

"Aren't parties?"

"Sixty million a month!" I added the price bandrol so that the human eye duitan agreed.

"Oke Ma, please call Mr. Penghulu!" Uncle Aji chuckled happily.

"Geez why this is my husband!"

We all turned to hear a woman screaming from the outside.

Uncle Aji and his wife rushed out. Zahra and I looked at each other, then caught up with them.

"Who did this Pa, why did my husband faint?" Sari, Rustam's wife crouched down and shook the man's arm.

"Who punched him in the cheek until he got a bruise like this?" sari asked while interrupting her long hair that covered her face.

"I'm brother!" Zahra immediately replied. "Your husband is a bastard! He sold me to a PSK maker!!"

Sari immediately looked at Zahra full of anger. "You deserve to be Jal*ng Zahra!"

"Dih, that kind of husband is still behind! You don't know your real husband's character? You will regret knowing how he behaved behind your back. Rustam seling ...."

I immediately smothered Zahra's mouth before the girl explained everything.

"Already!" Uncle Aji mediates. "Let's get your husband in the room. We'll take care of Zahra's wedding."

"Huh? Zahra's married?" sari asked while pointing at me with a clumsy face.

Maybe I'm jealous of my good looks.

***

After the wedding ceremony series that took place at Zahra's house was completed. I immediately brought Zahra back to the apartment. I'm glad I solved this problem.

If, Viola cheated illegally. At least I cheated on him in a lawful way. Married to Zahra first.

Hmm, even though it's like I'm hiring Zahra 60 million a month for paying her uncle's return tax. 

Anjiiirrrr, what kind of tax is that?

"I'm staying here?" ask the woman.

"Yes!" answer's short. "Only temporarily, you will stay at my house after I register our marriage to KUA."

Zahra's irises looked teary. "I still don't think you're really marrying me."

I'm speechless.

"Help me to reclaim my possessions from my uncle, sir" he asked expectantly.

"certain. It's going to be a very exciting game, Zahra." I smiled thinly. "You just follow the plot. Tomorrow we'll stay at your house."

Zahra biting the lower lip. With a bright look.

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