
Razz and Liora connected to a video call. Razz's face looks radiant because of the happiness that so adorns every corner of the niche of the heart. He also took off his bad face mask because of course Razz wanted to show his best performance in front of the woman he loved so much. But the excellent Liora, never looking at someone from a treasure, a throne let alone a likeness, she loved someone with sincerity.
Razz and Liora were friends since childhood, but Razz's character, which had been born from the Sultan's family, made Razz less able to appreciate others, he was always arrogant, arrogant and arrogant. Razz can't appreciate other people he looks down on. Of course Liora really dislikes it all. And Liora meets a man who is pioneering his own efforts from the lowest point, a man who is struggling with all his energy and sweat, a man who can respect others and not demean anyone. A much different man to Fabio Cannavaro Razolla.
"How can I just believe it if you just say it without any evidence, Razz?," said Liora who met face-to-face with Razz on a mobile phone screen.
"Haahahahaha, of course I'll prove it to Liora, what kind of evidence do you want to believe?"
"Marry her!" liora said steadily.
It was not without reason that Liora said that, if a woman was willing to accept Razz in such a bad state, surely that woman was a good and sincere woman, she said, and Liora desperately hopes that if Razz marries her, Razz will love her, then forget about her. Can't Razz play a wedding?.
"You're serious?" ask Razz to make sure.
"Of course!" liora replied with great confidence.
"Well, but you have to keep your promise after I do, don't let me down and get angry, Liora. You know all this I'm doing just for you." The last sentence that Razz said got an answer to "Yes" from Liora. And they ended the phone call that afternoon.
Razz came home from the company early in the afternoon sooner than usual. He wants to meet Steva soon, talk about their marriage. As far as Razz is concerned, Steva still has a father, which means they still need a guardian for her marriage to Steva.
"But? I doubt it, Sir?" Steva doesn't dare to take Razz to see her father, if her father finds out Steva is getting married to a rich man, Steva fears her father will blackmail her.
"Why? You still have a father, Stev. We need it for our wedding. If he doesn't approve, then our marriage won't be legal" Razz said.
"He's not a good man, sir."
Razz breathed a rough breath, he was tired of pretending to be blind like this, it felt like Razz wanted to pull the hand of Steva who stood giving distance between himself and Steva.
"Of course I know that, Stev. Where there is a good person who sells his own daughter to a pimp just for some money," said Razz understand what really felt Steva who can not be spoken clearly by the girl.
"We meet her now, I'll give her what she asks that she be willing to give us our marriage blessing."
Tan stood near the car he parked on the front street of Steva's father's house. Razz and Steva had entered the house after they had waited for Hamdan to come out of nowhere.
The grin engraved on the face of the middle-aged man was clear how devious and evil he was, to his own daughter he gave a bad look. Even Razz could realize that when Steva was so scared, she squeezed out her own hands.
That's because since childhood Steva always got violence from Hamdan the father, not enough difficult family economy until Steva dropped out of school in the 11th grade of High School. But Steva also still has to live the difficult life with Hamdan who is a gambling and heavy drinker, who often blows against Steva when the mood is bad, but almost all day the middle-aged man's mood was always bad.
"So you still need me, Steva?" as proud as Hamdan, he puffed cigarette smoke towards the front right in front of Steva the princess.
'Glek.' Steva's heart is pounding.
"Yuk!" Steva coughed as a result of the plume of smoke that Hamdan was blowing on her.
"I-i did, dad!" steva answered, he was afraid of his own father, if another girl tethered his first love to the father, then the same thing with Steva, he got his first heartbreak from the man who was supposed to be the hero of his life.
Razz held back the anger of seeing Hamdan's misbehaving act towards Steva in front of him. If he was not acting as a blind man, Razz would have been throwing a kick to Hamdan's chest right now.
"You're so stupid, Steva. Really stupid, really damn myself having a kid like you. You went from the handsome and wealthy Mr. Malvin and chose a cripple who was as ugly as he was, to a very foolish woman" Hamdan unceasingly cursed at Steva, he actually very regretted Steva's decision to marry a man other than Malvin who had promised him 1 T.
"Dad, Steva just asked me to approve Steva's marriage. Just this once, father, Steva will never again interfere with my life. Steva promised never to trouble me." Steva continued to persuade Hamdan, hoping that Hamdan would give him his blessing and marry them off.
"It's not that easy, Steva. Do you know how much parity Mr Malvin would give to me for your pride?" Hamdan will be straightforward.
"What do you mean, dad?" Steva is nervous, is this back about money and money?
Razz just kept listening. He could already guess if the conversation this afternoon, would definitely end in money. And Razz's guess was correct after Hamdan had made it clear.
"Father will bless you if your future husband can pay the price Mr. Malvin wants to give you" Hamdan said without shame.
'Sadly.' there was a cynical smile on the corner end of Razz's upper right lip. People like Hamdan this will only spin in nominal money.
"Say, how much it costs" said Razz who already felt unable to linger in the cramped place sitting with a petty person like Hamdan. If this wasn't for Liora's sake, it was certain that Razz would finish off Hamdan mercilessly intending to blackmail her.
"1 T," Hamdan's parrot without a second thought.
"What?" shouts Steva in shock. Very surprised.
"Deal!" answer Razz casually.
"Huh?" Steva was just quietly flabbergasted. This game makes himself buried in debt deeper.
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