The Rich Widow

Land Leech

"That's it, Juragan." One of the men with the face of the sangar pointed towards Arman who was now running a small approach to Juragan Bahri.

"Good, now is the time." Juragan Bahri sneered cunningly which was then followed by his two men.

"I'm sorry, Juragan Bahri. I overslept" said Arman, still breathing heavily.

"Do you know what time it is?" Juragan Bahri raised his eyebrows while glancing at Arman.

Arman nodded slowly while bowing his head. "Yes, Juragan. It's four in the afternoon."

Juragan Bahri raised his hands to the chest and then glanced at the expensive watch that was coiled around his wrist. "It's four o'clock past twenty minutes. We promised to meet at three. That means you're one hour and twenty minutes late, Arman. Do you remember what I said if you were late?"

Arman. "I'm sorry, Juragan. I fell asleep earlier. I don't want to be late either. For God's sake, I'm not lying" said Arman.

Juragan Bahri clucked. "Ck! Don't bring the name of God! I don't care if you want to intentionally, cake. You want to accidentally, cake. I will definitely keep imposing fines on you. Do you know, in just one hour I can get hundreds or even millions of dollars from people who deposit to me. That means you have to pay for all the losses that I experienced during the one hour and twenty minutes," said Juragan Bahri with an indifferent face.

"God, Juragan Bahri. Can't you just forgive my mistake today? I promise I won't repeat it. After all, I have never been late in handing over deposits to lawyers. So, I beg you very much, just this time, forgive me," said Arman as he cupped his hands together.

"Ck!" Again Juragan Bahri clucked. He extended his hand before Arman and asked for the deposit.

Arman understood what Juragan Bahri meant. He rushed to reach for his wallet and then handed over the deposit money without a second thought.

"Here, Juragan." Arman handed over the money with a shaking hand. I

The juragan calculated the amount of money then laughed cynically. "Are you deaf or what the hell, Arman? Didn't I just say that you have to pay a fine for your delay!"

Not yet had Arman said, suddenly one of the men of Juragan Bahri took the wallet belonging to Arman forcibly on the orders of the thick-bodied man.

"Don't take my money, Bahri! The money was for our needs for a month. If you take that money, what should we eat?" arman protests while trying to take back his wallet which is now in the hands of Juragan Bahri.

However, the two men did not allow it. One of them even threatened with a penknife that now hung in front of Arman's face.

"You dare to fight, yes!" he said with glaring eyes.

"I'm not fighting, Mas. I just want my money back. That's all!"

While Arman and the two men are still arguing, Juragan Bahri even coolly calculate Arman's salary money which is now in his hands.

"I think it's enough to make up for my loss and since I still have pity on you, then I leave a little money for your wife to shop for."

Juragan Bahri laughed with satisfaction. He threw the empty wallet in front of Arman. Arman swiftly caught the wallet and checked the contents.

Arman's face looks disappointed and angry at Juragan Bahri and the two men are very. He clenched his hands tightly and shouted loudly.

"Give me my money, Bahri Juragan! Your behavior is more than that of a leech. You deserve to be called a robber more than a loan shark!" geran Arman with my jaw intense staring at Juragan Bahri.

"He's gone too far. Now teach him a little lesson to be more polite" Juragan Bahri said.

Both men were very smirking. They approached Arman and beat him with their fists in turn. Arman had fought back, but due to the number and posture that was not balanced, Arman finally lost.

"Basic doesn't know himself!" said the man while continuing to land fist fists on Arman's face and body.

After being satisfied to see Arman lying with some blue body parts, finally Juragan Bahri asked his two men to stop their actions.

"Stop!"

The two sangar men immediately stopped their actions and then retreated a few steps from Arman's position lying down. Juragan Bahri approached the helpless-looking Arman and asked him to speak.

"You are indeed an ungrateful person, Arman. After I was kind enough to help you, you insulted me in such a way. I'm already disappointed and I want you to return all my money tomorrow! And one more, the total that must be returned is 25 million. Remember, 25 million!"

Arman smiled sinisterly as he wiped the corner of his bloody lips. "25 million? You've really gone crazy, Juragan Bahri."

"I'm not kidding, Arman. If you don't return my money tomorrow you'll know the consequences."

Juragan Bahri grinned while slapping Arman's cheek softly. The threat of the man's thick body managed to make Arman's guts shrivel.

"You guys are crazy!" Arman again rebuked the middle-aged man while returning his fixed gaze.

"Whatever you say, Arman. For sure I'm not messing with my words" said Juragan Bahri who returned grinning.

The man got up then sauntered away leaving Arman still grimacing in pain. So did the two big tall men. They already looked like Juragan Bahri's pet dog who always followed wherever the middle-aged man stepped.

"Yes, God! What should I say to Nadira?" muttered Arman with a sad face staring at the wallet whose contents had been drained by the leech.

Trudging, Arman walked towards the spot, where he parked his new bike. For a moment he was silent while thinking when he saw the new motorbike bought by Mrs Ira.

"Do I sell that bike? But, what if Mrs Ira wants her bike back because I'm not willing to take responsibility for it?"

Arman took a deep breath and immediately returned the object to his residence.

"Well, that's your dad, son." Nadira and Amara smiled broadly to welcome the arrival of Arman who had not had time to say goodbye to them.

After parking his motorbike in the front yard, Arman immediately entered their simple house with his head bowed. He deliberately lowered his head so that the blue wounds on his face were not visible to Nadira.

"Mass? Why why?" Nadira is confused because Arman does not return his greeting. In addition, the man also glared at her without even wanting to look at her.

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