THE VIRGIN WHO WAS (ALMOST) STAINED

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"Dad!" pekik Rastam and Suryo simultaneously.

"Yes, he is my son. My biological son. Meet Julian Alonson Darwin. Same name, right, like my name? Alonso Darwin."

The faces of the two men instantly paled. Rastam and Suryo seemed shocked to get a fact that was certainly very surprising. The eyes of the two men looked at each other with a very difficult to decipher gaze. They did not think that the child they despised was the son of the person they were raising up to.

"Sit here, my Son. So that you know the people who will work under your leadership."

"I-I mean, Mister?" suryo asked somewhat stuttered. Of course he wanted to confirm one more reality that he had just heard.

"As I said just now, my son will lead the way of the superMall you build. Call him Young Master."

Suryo and Rastam are getting agape. This surprise really made them breathless. I want them to take back the insults they have not long ago. They did not even have the courage to look at the faces of the father and son.

"Oh yes, try continuing your story about someone who has a wife of three? It seems like the story is very interesting. Do you guys need my help to destroy that guy?"

The deg!

Again Rastam and Suryo rounded his eyes. Alonso's insinuation clearly frightened both of them. While Julian himself really enjoyed the panic created in front of him. For Julian, his father was very cool. He can make people depressed without letting out his emotions. If the insults were aired in front of Julian directly, maybe Julian directly hit the two middle-aged men.

"I'm sorry, sir," Suryo said in a trembling voice.

"Loh, why apologize? I'm just asking you to recount your insults? I think it's very interesting?"

"The insult? What insults, Dad?" Julian even immediately followed the show, to make Alonso rekindle his smile.

"So they insulted a bricklayer. He said be poor, here, that. Style style has wife three. He said last night batagor sellers also threatened Mr. Suryo, asking for a transfer of some money," Alonso said opening all the rottenness of Suryo and Rastam with casualness.

"Well! Looks like it's just slander, Dad? If the salespeople knew, it would drag them into the legal path."

"No, Sir! Nah! Oh, pardon me! I'm sorry, young master!" suryo immediately knelt down. And so is Rastam. He also begged for mercy with such a pale face.

"Loh, loh, loh, why are you guys? How do you kneel like that? Why are you apologizing?"

"Punish me! I am so outrageous. Please don't take this matter to the legal track."

"Why? Aren't you guys very rich? Take responsibility for your actions, understand!" hardik Alonso then he immediately rose from his seat and stared intently at the two men who were kneeling. "Tomorrow is the inauguration day of supermall construction, you two must apologize to my son during the event. Otherwise, you know, what I'm going to do, understand!" Alonso immediately moved in with his son leaving two men who were still trapped in a growing sense of surprise.

All the eyes in the restaurant were of course watching what was happening there. Although they did not know the problem, but they knew enough of one of the men who was rising from the impact.

"Suryo sir, why? How come people are scared?" knock one of the visitors. The shame of the man is growing. Even Suryo also saw someone recording it.

"It's none of your business!" snapped Suryo furious. He rushed out of the restaurant with a bad feeling.

And so is Rastam. He had never expected to experience such a humiliating event. What else he is required to apologize in front of the crowd tomorrow, the more the collapse of pride and pride as the richest man in the village. The two men immediately went home without any intention of stopping by each other.

"What, Sir! Julian's Italian son?" ask Mirna with a look of disbelief. Hearing the story from his father was, of course, like a lie.

"Mr Yakin? You didn't hear me wrong, did you?" Samsul who happened to be there also seemed surprised by the news conveyed by his father.

"The father sees with his own eyes. Even you were told to call Julian by the call of Young Master. Is this not crazy?"

"How is it possible? Holy hooch! Julian's son of the sultan!" peekit Mirna's.

"The reputation of the Father will soon be completely destroyed. What should you do? I don't want to be in jail."

"It's hard, sir. What else did you insult Julian in front of his father directly. Then they deliberately wanted to humiliate you."

"What do you want to do, Sul? Please Father!"

"Sir, it looks like Mirna has a good idea."

"What idea? Say?"

Mirna grinned for a moment.

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