The Last Port of Sang Bad Boy

CHAPTER 43

Ibra slammed the map given by her father. Picking up the glass ashtray and slamming it to shatter.

"What kind of father are you" cried Ibra. He was completely inexhaustible with what his father had just said. It could be that the man was using this opportunity to make a deal with her. The one in his father's brain was just business, and business, until the moment his son asked the camouflaged girl, he also considered this a business opportunity, looking for profit.

Mr. Yusuf was willing to accompany him to propose to Ayleen, on condition that Ibra would sign a home sale agreement. This house is in the center of the city, Mr. Yusuf sure if the price is very high. With that money, he could buy another 2 houses that he would later name Haura, as Ratna requested.

"If you don't want to sign a home sale agreement, go and propose to the girl yourself. And don't expect, I'll keep you company, let alone give you money for the wedding."

Ayleen who was near the door, shocked to hear the words of Mr. Joseph. Yes, when she heard the sound of the broken item earlier, Ratna immediately ran towards the study, and Ayleen followed her. Right now, the two people were eavesdropping behind the door that opened slightly.

"Actually this Ibra is Dad's son or not?" ibra asked with teary eyes. If only he could have chosen a father before he was born, he would not have chosen Joseph as his father. It's better to have a poor father than a rich man, but it's like having no father. "Where, parents will willingly take their children to propose, but this is.." Ibra could not continue her words. What kind of father is this father?

"Already Ibra, better sign it quickly. Besides why defend this house, this house is old. Better to sell, then some of the money, I'll give it to you for your wedding. Marriage is not cheap, even the recipe can run out of hundreds of millions."

Ibra fell silent, she had not thought of anything about the reception.

Mr. Yusuf took the map that Ibra had thrown away. Open it and then put it on the table. "Dad was sure the girl's family would ask for money for the reception. And the only way, sign this letter. You'll get the money and Dad will come to propose. You said yourself that you wouldn't ask Dad for a dime, so don't expect me to give you money for the wedding."

Ibra clenched her hands. He doesn't matter if someone else presses him, but this is his own father, his real father.

This house holds many memories of Ibra and her mother. I don't think he would want this house sold. Especially his own mother who redesigned when renovated.

Later when you propose again, come with your family.

Ibra recalled Ayleen's father's words. If her father won't come to propose, what should he explain to Ayleen's father. It was too embarrassing to tell Ayleen's family's depravity.

Near the door, Ratna smiled meaningfully. The plan to have a new house in the name of Haura, will soon be fulfilled. Little by little, he would divert all assets on behalf of Ibra's mother, becoming Haura's name. When he died, he had not yet made a will. So her inheritance became the right of children and husbands. But of course, Ibra's share is more. So to sell assets, there must be the signature of Ibra and Mr. Joseph.

For a long time, Ratna had thought about Haura's fate in the future. She was afraid that if anything happened to her husband, all her property would fall into Ibra's hands. Therefore, he had to secure assets for Haura.

"Is there no other way? Don't you have a lot of money to buy a new house, but why sell this house? This house means a lot to me."

"Your mother's dead, don't talk about her anymore."

Feeling that there was no other way, with a heavy heart, Ibra took the pen on the table. He had no idea he was going to lose his childhood home. The house is still in the name of Alm. Ibra's Mother. If sold, there must be the signature of Joseph and Ibra who are heirs.

"Wait!" Shouted Ayleen as Ibra was about to sign. The girl came in and took the pen in Ibra's hand. "Don't do this. If Father Brother doesn't want to come propose to me, Brother can come alone. I can explain everything to Dad. Didn't you ask Brother to bring the family? This one is not family, so you don't have to take them. Let's go home." He pulled Ibra's arm out of there.

I heard the words of Mr. Joseph. Though a little more he will manage to get Ibra's signature.