Billionaire's Secret Son-in-law
Bring me back to my Papa!

...Sometimes one needs to be pushed back by reality if life is not as easy as raising money and asking both parents....

...~Abraham Barraq...

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Time that continues to rise indicates that the workshop is getting crowded. Abraham's famous workshop is friendly, the best service and also the professional mechanic makes all customers very fond of repairing or servicing here.

Lined cars and motorcycles alternately queue to be checked by them. Some people look hero wiri to and fro signify if indeed the situation there is still busy.

Likewise with a handsome-looking man with a stocky body and only wearing a t-shirt is under the car. His hands are agile to improve the condition of the car of his best customers who always want to be checked by himself.

"Mas Abra," Call someone while looking down under the car.

"Hmm?" Abraham pushed himself out of the car.

"That's it!" One employee said nervously.

"What's wrong?"

"Emmm… "

"I'm going to college!" Said a woman who came and immediately shifted the position of her employees.

Abraham changed his expression. He slowly sat down then stood in front of the woman who was dressed so neatly and perfumed.

"I ask for money" said Aufa with a hand thrusting.

"Your job?" Abraham asked with his face flat.

"Of course, Mr. Abraham. I've cleared everything up" said Aufa with a face trying to contain anger.

"Let's wait here" said Abraham, who made Aufa roll his lazy eye.

"Don't dawdle. It's hot!" Omel Aufa did not see the surroundings.

Abraham just nodded. He immediately went into the house.

"Sir Aufa cleaned things up, Brother," said a woman who was staring at her laptop screen in the living room.

"You know what, Bi?"

Bia looking up. He began to stand up and walked past Abraham towards the kitchen.

"Yes. I saw Brother Aufa wiping the table and stuff, Brother," Bia said as she poured water into the glass. "Drink!"

Abraham received the water. She was really thirsty and sensitized this little sister took it for her.

"Sister will take the money first" said Abraham handed the empty glass to his brother. "Thank you, dear."

Bia nodded. Abraham began to go into the room and get the money after that he immediately went out of the house and approached the figure of his wife who looked hot there.

"It's a long time!" Aufa exclaimed with a swab of her wet forehead.

"If you continue to be angry. This money I will not love" threatened Abraham who made Aufa glare at his eyes.

"Great boy! Already spit. I'm late" cried Aufa lowered his tone.

Abraham offered the money and was immediately accepted by Aufa. The woman counted the money and furrowed her eyebrows.

"Five hundred thousand?" Aufa looked up and looked into Abraham's eyes.

"Yes" Abraham said firmly. "And that's for a week."

"What!" Aufa cried with surprise. "One week five hundred thousand? What money!"

Aufa looks emotional. Even his face was flushed red and his eyes widened in disbelief.

"My dad gives me a million dollars every day and it's different from pocket money, cosmetics and everything. Do you want to give me five hundred thousand for a week? You want to make a dead man's child?"

"Five hundred thousand is many, Aufa. You must learn to be frugal" said Abraham slowly.

"Sparing is frugal but not gini as well. I'm asking for more!" Said Aufa was giving away the money.

"There are no extras!"

"What else? You wanna threaten me about Papa? Whatadu?" Aufa exclaimed furiously.

He moved his feet toward Abraham. Raised his hand and pointed at Abraham's face with an angry look.

"If you can't afford people's children. Get me back to my papa! I don't want to live as hard as you!" Aufa cried after that he left by receiving five hundred from Abraham and walked with quick footsteps.

Abraham took his breath so deeply. He really did not expect that his wife's attitude was much harsher than his own shadow. Aufa has really been too pampered and made her a stubborn woman and continues to act like a child.

"Mas Abra," Call a middle-aged woman.

"Oh yes, ma'am" said Abraham as he approached.

"Who was that woman, my dear? Mas Abra's wife?"

Abraham smiled kindly.

"Yes, Mom. That's my wife" Abraham nodded.

"When did Mas Abra get married?"

"Don't tell me yesterday Mas Abra closed because of this?" Tapping on the other customer who was sitting in the middle-aged female line earlier.

"Yes, Mom. Right," said Abraham.

"But Mas Abra's wife was so rude? Even already know in front of many people he is not ashamed," Cibir one of the other customers.

Abraham smiled. "I'm sorry my wife, ma'am. My wife is not used to it."

Abraham explained it well. He did not even blame his wife. As good as Abraham could have received all the words about his wife's attitude from his customers.

"Judek. I am authorized to continue the work. Let the car finish quickly."

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"What are you doing from the workshop, Fa?" Ask a woman who is driving a car. "Your car's on strike?"

Aufa looks to put her hair back. He turned the car's AC cooler because he was overheated.

"My car broke down. I went there instead" replied Aufa with a ketus.

"You why the hell. Still this hour badmood?"

"Bad mood is bad!" Aufa exclaimed by taking her phone that was in the bag. "I think I want to skip college."

"Crazy, Fa. Time for lecturer killer njir!" Bumpat friend Aufa bobbing head.

"Bodo very," cried Aufa with his face. "If you don't want to skip. Get me down at the cafe near the mall, Mel."

"Crazy!" Mela exclaimed with her eyes. "Don't get in trouble!"

"Down me there! I made a pact with my Mama" cried Aufa angrily.

Mela clicked her tongue. This friend and friend is a stubborn woman. Inevitably Mela began to turn the steering wheel in front of the cafe that Aufa wanted.

"Mending in aja yuk, Fa," Persuaded Mela still did not give up.

"I'm tired, Mel. Moodku bad. If I go in, it's free. I'm going to run to the cafeteria" said Aufa by putting her phone in a bag.

"But what's your value? You have often truant," said Mela by reminding her friend's mistake.

"The matter is easy. There's my papa who'll take care of everything!" Aufa then started to get out of the car and closed the door.

"Fa," Call Mela still trying.

Aufa stuck his head in through the car window. He raised his thumb and pinched his best friend's cheek slowly.

"Bikinin letter yeah. My permission this time, my Beloved Mela," Aufa said before she left and began to wave her hand at her best friend.

The woman walked away. He looked to the right and left and then entered the cafe that had been promised with his mother.

"There's no Papa. There's still Mama on my side!"

~Connected