The Secret of the Billionaire's Curse

No Objection

After Frans's death, Kara's grandmother begins to wonder about Kara's decision on her relationship with Frans. During the day, Kara had told me that Frans was a widower. It certainly filled Lesyana's head. How not? Kara's been in a serious relationship never before. And now when he comes into contact with a man, he gets a widower.

“Why is grandma silent?” ask Kara to the grandmother.

Last time, after driving Frans out, Kara went straight back to the second floor of—more precisely to her grandmother's room—because now is the time for Lesyana to have lunch and take medicine. Kara had to make sure that her grandmother did not miss it and instead disrupted her health again.

“Kara, grandma is thinking about your words the other day,” said Lesyana.

“Which one of my words?” ask Kara while preparing the medicines that must be taken by Lesyana.

“About Frans.” status Lesyana grabbed her grandson's hand, then grabbed it. “Do you really not mind Frans' status who turns out to be a widower?”

Kara stopped her activity, then turned to look at the grandmother. He scrunched his forehead. It was not unusual for him to hear his grandmother doubting the decision he made.

“Nek, I don't mind it all. To me, what happened to Frans and his ex-wife is Frans' past. Everyone's got to change for the better, Grandma. I am sure that Frans has learned from what happened in his past,” Kara explained with a warm smile.

“You're sure you don't mind Frans' widow status?”

Kara shakes. “As long as we love each other, I won't dispute such a thing, Grandma. After all, from the story that I heard as well as the breakup that Frans experienced was not the thing that he wanted as well.”

Lesyana nodded her head. The old woman did not expect that her granddaughter could be mature and wise in responding to the situation that constrained her. Lesyana feels that she has succeeded in educating Kara.

“Then, are you and Frans planning to get married?”

Hearing her grandmother's question, Kara blushed in embarrassment. His cheeks had even been flushed like a boiled crab when he imagined that his grandmother's question would be the real thing.

“Although Frans and I have not been in a long relationship, I honestly want to be married by Frans. Of course not because of the treasure, but because I really feel loved every time I am with Frans,”.

Lesyana smiles. “Whatever it is, grandma will always wish you the best, Kara.”

*****

“Jorgie, I'm really upset with that kid! He thinks he who can-can-can he presumptuously be Aren's guardian and help Aren to propose to the girl,” grumbled Lulla while folding his hands in front of his chest.

Hear the story of Lulla, Jorgie actually felt upset because Frans seemed to step over her and make a decision as good as heart when clearly Jorgie said that he wanted to know the background of the girl who would soon be Aren's wife.

“It's not just you who's upset. I was also really upset with the attitude of Frans and Aren. But ...”

“But what?” ask Lulla impatiently.

“But, shouldn't we this time try to accept Aren's choice? I don't want Frans and Aren both getting more and more against both of us,” said Jorgie.

Lulla fell silent, thinking about Jorgie's words carefully. What Jorgie said is true. However, Lulla still could not if he had to suppress his ego and do as Jorgie said.

Meanwhile, on the other hand, Frans was just about to contact Aren when Aren had already called him first.

“Halo, Aren. What's up?” frans asked as he looked out the window of his study.

“Frans, I want to marry Clara.” soon

“I know, Aren. You proposed to the girl and she accepted your proposal. So, what else are you waiting for?”

“I want my wedding to be attended by our parents, Frans. I know, mom and dad can't take Clara yet. But, I thought that if it was possible that if they had met Clara, then they would change their minds,” explained Aren.

Frans nodded even though Aren could not see it. “Then, what's your next move?”

“I want to introduce Clara to mom and dad. But, I need your help to accompany me later. Do you want to, Frans?”

Frans smiled faintly. “Of course, Aren. You just tell me when we'll meet then I'll take my time.”