The Obsession of the Enthusiast

The Stela of the Angry That Starts to Tame

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Tululululut!

(Phone dial)

Tululululut!

"Hello?" a woman's voice from across the phone.

"Who? Loh loh?? This isn't the phone number for Bang Virus, is it?!" Spray Bu Yuni Bahana while squinting.

"Ow, that's right. Butiii.. um! The virus's in the bathroom again,"

"You ready?!"

"Mommy has a message for the virus? I'm his assistant later I say, "the woman with the kebule-bule dialect but the Indonesian language is quite fluent it seems to try to distract Yuni about her status. After all, for whatever reason Yuni was told.

"Yes I have a message for him, whose name are you? What is your ID number? What NPWP?! If it's not too bad, I can find you!"

"Ibuuu, we're in the Nevada area yeah, here we don't have ID and NPWP. The existence of a social security number, Ms. Cantiiik," Looks like the woman across the street is trying to be as patient as possible.

"Yes what number of cakes can I track! I need a Virus Bang for stalking! The actor who took my son's father! If you need to shoot at the awewe!" yuni Exclamation.

(Isa! Call a hit man.)

"This means that Bang Virus was told to be a stalker or assassin, anyway?! How did you explain it?!" The woman across the phone sounded lazy in response to Yuni.

"Paid killer! Not salty eggs!!"

"Who said salted eggs?! Besides, how much do you dare to pay?"

"10 million,"

"Euro or Rupiah?"

"Yes Rupiah! Transport and eat pay for yourself!"

"Huh?! A man's life is only worth 10 million? Crazy mom, huh?!"

"Dam!! It's good you said I was crazy! Less is you!! Who the hell are you huh?!"

"Heh, yes mom! We're retired as hit men! The cheap part is very risky work so the price is only 10 million! Think we shot a chicken?!" The girl across from me got angry.

Then from behind came the man's voice, "Vie, time's running out! A Photoshoot in five," (Vie, time to mepet, photoshoot in five minutes.)

"Ok, just a minute, I just handle a psycopath," hiss the woman. (But, I'm again nanganin sikopet).

"Awas calling again, I'm calling the police! I block it straight away!!" Spray Vie.

Foetish... Foetish... Thou!!

"Eh, less ajiiiarr! How my phone is closed! Who is the girl?! Aarrgh!!" Umbat Yuni while pecking.

And failed his plan to do dangerous things to Wana.

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In another place,

Chandra was busy squinting her eyes in front of the computer screen when an operator came to see her.

"Sore Mr. Chandra," said the operator, looking reluctant.

"Hm... " Chandra only muttered with a face that remained seriously staring at her computer screen.

Huh! Jutek throw away the handsome look! The operator complained in his heart. "There's a man looking for Artha, his name is Stela,"

"She's hello?" murmured Chandra is still seriously working.

"Stela Bahana is her name, she said... " The operator appears to open a small notebook cheat sheet, "Eeeh, well here is my note... Ehem-ahem! He said he was the only child of Mr. Artha from his partner named Yuni Bahana, the only legitimate heir to this business work, the most spoiled favorite daughter of his mother with complete elegance, mr. Artha's flesh and blood with Crazy Rich's DNA kept flowing in his veins, "and the operator stopped reading.

"The next writing does not look Mr. Chandra, very ugly because. Like a doctor nulis paracetamol to the pharmacist only the form P continues straight line so," said the mbak-mbak operator.

"The matter of him being a biological child is still up for debate" Chandra murmured while remaining serious.

"Well, it's none of my business. The problem is he's making a scene at the bottom operator. I don't feel good about visitors. We told you that Mr. Artha is leaving. He doesn't believe me" said the operator.

"Haaaaa.h" Chandra sighed lazily. "When I again make a budgeting report, just disturb," he murmured annoyed as he moved from his seat.

"Where are you going?" Bira just came from the elevator and was about to sit in his chair when he passed Chandra the corridor.

"Stela below," chandra sizzled.

"Who knows where else? Your boyfriend's a lot, where I want which stela,"

"Daughter, heh..." Chandra just snorted while smiling cynically.

"Oh right?"

"This is the 'it' Stela" said Chandra.

Bira understood immediately. Stela the trouble maker, the boss's son. "Hem, congratulations on the trials of life," Bira retreated and waved with gratitude as it was not she who had to meet Stela.

Chandra just clucked. Bira is right, it's better that Chandra will face Stela. Because Bira will definitely die lice if responding to the haughty nature of Stela.

So Chandra's trying to meet 'the bully' alone.

What is this afternoon until you come to the office ?! Chandra grout in the heart. This is not the first time Stela has come. Usually because of her mother. Just give hampers to Artha, but at the end of the day ask for money for these. Usually the one who meets Stela is not Artha, but Chandra or Birawa.

If it's not wrong, if there is a need Artha better meet Stela outside the office. The man used to come to the Stela campus to check on his son's activities.

Chandra has never met Yuni, Stela's mother.

Looking at the gloomy face of Big Boss after meeting his own son, it seems Chandra better never to meet Yuni. His son was already like that, let alone meet his mother?!

"Papa?" stela asked directly, as Chandra arrived at the VIP waiting room

"Go," replied Chandra shortly as he sat in front of Stela.

"Long," murmured Stela.

Chandra pointed at Stela's phone with her chin, she was indifferent, "Call by yourself,"

"Ck! If I were the boss, I'd be fired!" menacam Stela's.

"No way," murmured Chandra.

"What?!"

"You're not going to be the boss. If so, just count the time until bankruptcy," Chandra chuckled cynically.

Stela took a deep breath, then snorted in annoyance. Somehow, he believed Chandra. He went to his father's office just for formality.

"You what?" ask Chandra, keep being cold.

"You ask for money" murmured Stela softly.

Stela nodded, "Mama put it on for this. At the end he wears. Also want confirmation on Wana,"

"That's what matters? About Wana,"

Stela nodded. "You know?"

Chandra nodded as he lit his cigarette.

"Since when?" ask Stela.

"I definitely don't know. But, this month I was busy taking care of Ma'am Wana,"

"Why should he?!"

Chandra snorted, "Whoever will be your partner, you two will still panic,"

Stela silent.

Chandra was silent while exhaling cigarette smoke. Until he got bored then called one of the operators to ask for coffee.

"Where does Papa know Wana?" ask Stela again.

"I'm sworn not to say" murmured Chandra. "What do you want to drink?" ask again.

"I'm not thirsty,"

"Any yes,"

"I said no thirst" murmured Stela. But Chandra still ordered a warm sweet tea made for Stela.

Then the man leaned over to Stela, "Father said, if you don't get a ipk 3 coma in this semester, you'll stay with her and learn how to manage a company,"

"Yes he said,"

"You know what that means?"

"Jail,"

"Opportunities," ralat Chandra.

"How can that sort of thing be an opportunity? I don't like to learn business! I'm in the economy because Papa told me to, too,"

"I understand your soul more into design. From business, if you graduate you can continue to learn design. But not now, Stela,"

"Why is Papa so mean to me? Why doesn't he let me do what I like?"

"She doesn't want you to be like your Mama,"

"Or, because I'm not his real son?!"

"We don't know that" Chandra grinned, but it seemed that from the glint of his eyes, Chandra already knew. "All I know is, if you're really not his real son, all your allowances will be stopped immediately,"

Stela straightened her seat, tense. That means her mother will be hysterical. And when that happens, it's just a nightmare.

"You should be grateful, Stela. Father gave you a chance to be independent" Chandra turned off his cigarette. "You should have used that opportunity. So that when the time comes, Mr. Artha gets married, you two can maintain your hedon lifestyle,"

"Is that really what he thinks? Or could it just be you?" stela said cynically.

"Negative thinking continues its innate. Where can success," muttered Chandra getting lazy.

A tear fell on Stela's cheek,

"What the hell is my fault? Ha's? I'm not supposed to be involved in this kind of obscure domestic business,"

Just this time Chandra saw Stela crying. Usually the girl responded with arrogance and arrogance.

Perhaps, Stela was already desperate. Or even shock when she finds Artha cold even dating her own friend. That's Chandra's thinking.

"I ... I'm confused! Frankly, I also knew that one day this would come. But I'm not ready!" Isak Stela while propping up her forehead with both hands to the table.

Don't you? She needs sweet tea, Chandra thought.

Chandra already knows the Stela habits. From the beginning they never got along. But he is not Bira who when facing Stela even yes-yes because of confusion. Chandra chose not to budge and did her job as Artha instructed. Obviously, he won't lick anyone. Everything is delivered as is.

But, just this time he saw Stela in a bad condition and insecure like this.

The man took a long breath. "How much do you ask?" said slowly. The funds for Stela entrusted Artha to her. Because Artha himself lazy to meet Stela.

Chandra was appointed financial regulator on behalf of Stela.

"No, I'll just return this bag" Stela murmured.

"Hooo, great. Start living frugally,"

"Looks like I need money to rent an apartment, I want to live apart from Mama,"

Chandra raised his eyebrows, "Now? Why?"

"I saw the Wedding Exhibition brochure, Papa brought it earlier and gave it to Wana. I think the conflict will start soon. I don't want to be there when it all happens,"

"You're tired of being a doll, man,"

Stela shrugged her shoulders, "Obviously, I'm tired of my mama's lifestyle. Today he had the same appointment at the hotel. But still insistent on getting close to Papa,"

Chandra squinted and sneered. Right now he was concerned about the state of Stela.

"Having a Mama who is busy with flocking and jewelry, having Papa who is busy with her baby and being cold. What do I want to be in the future" Stela murmured with a wry smile and sipped her warm tea.

It's calmer now. The fragrance of tea vapor adorned his mind with beautiful things.

"One day if you are going to get married, please find a partner who understands you for who you are. Don't stick with treasure, because all of it can be sought. You just need to improve your lifestyle,"

"That understands me for who I am" murmured Stela repeating Chandra's sentence.

"Maybe it's your two little friends" Chandra added.

"Risman and Feri are according to me only because they are paid monthly salary by mama. I'm also not sure they're sincerely beside me" Stela murmured.

"They're not your girlfriends?"

"They've been friends since childhood,"

"If your finances are morat-marit, you have no friends, dong?"

"Better so," murmured Stela. It feels good because Chandra is always right.

Chandra propped up her chin while smiling at Stela.

"If you weren't Bu Yuni's child, maybe I'd have a crush. Lazy to imagine having in-laws who are toxic,"

"Hem, you're the only one who understands me for who I am, huh? Then, understand why I have to stay apart from mama?!"

"Living apart also does not guarantee that your nature will turn out to be calmer,"

"Once again you blame me, your work goes on. If you don't insinuate me, consider me bego, the edges ridicule me all out,"

Chandra chuckled while folding both arms in front of his chest. "I just love to see Queen Sejagat like you are helpless because of my sharp tongue,"

Stela clucked in annoyance.