Forced to Marry Young Master
149. Who's Aran?

In a narrow contract in

rent at a fairly affordable cost among the middle to lower. Buildings a little

slums mixed with densely populated areas. There are many contracts

a kind that offers low prices with facilities alakadarnya around it.

Witch a little if it rains. Not a home that would be an option, though,

if you have more money in the capital. However, these places became

rescue workers with below-average salaries.

And this narrow contract is the place

the girl hid herself from the old world

leave him.

It's been two days since

his encounter with the mad tiger. Aran did not move at all

room kosnya. He delivered food a few times. In his effort

hide away. But hp on the table, didn't shake for two days.

No incoming messages or phone calls. He checks it often. Even

maybe during these two days his job is to check hp.

“I must be crazy! Why would I

disappointed he didn't contact me.” Depression “I know, she's impossible

contacting me. He just intimidated yesterday.” Back to gaining awareness.

Aran dropped himself up

the bed, rolled under his thin blanket. Roll the body up

hit the wall. He doesn't even have room for just

roll over on the bed. His head came out from under the blanket. With

hair is falling here and there.

But why am I not at all

write!

In front of his laptop that lights up

just sculpting. The whole idea in his head was dead-end. For two days he was just

looking back at his cellphone. Open the mailbox, see the call list. As such

job applicants waiting for an interview call. He really

dedicate time to waiting for something uncertain.

I should have written.  I know he just pranked me. Anyway

he's crazy, what he wants from me. He even has hundreds

an employee who can do whatever he wants. So what does it mean

leaf flakes like me.

“Build Arandita!” yells

alone filled his room with his screams. I don't know why Aran grumbled.

He should have been glad Secretary Han hadn't contacted him. Although honest

in the other part of his heart he was disappointed. With a sense of reluctance he woke up

from the top of the bed. Dragging his feet towards the carpet where the table is small and

the laptop he had touched two days ago.

The laptop's light glow rubbed against his face.

Move the mouse to open the white sheet paper. He has to write

now it's. The update schedule of his two novels is in sight. Krik, krik already

half an hour he put his hand on his laptop keyboard. But his head

really can't be thought.

Aaaaaaa, why am I this.

Finally Aran chose to lean on

his bed. Dropped his head. Look at the ceiling of his narrow room.

Scenes of his past danced in his mind, refracted in the sky of the room. Long ago,

when he was still a reporter at a famous TV station owned by a state conglomerate

these. TV station XX who managed to get a special interview with the President

Antara Group as he expresses his feelings for his wife.

It's been a long time, though,

but he will never be forgotten from his memory. Because of his greed and

his recklessness. Aran has to lose everything.

That day the daughter of the TV station owner

his place of work came to him in his room. A beautiful woman who has also

completed his studies abroad. He already has a brand

cosmetics are very popular in the country. Beautiful, smart, rich and from

distinguished family. He's got all the capital to be interest in the upper class

commingling. But, why would a girl as perfect as him have to fall in love with people

is wrong.

“Nona, you know there are rules

which is not written in the media world of this country. The Antara Group is

companies that can not be touched personally.” There is a line that cannot

penetrated by the media in reporting Antara Group. It's about life

the owner is Saga Rahardian Wijaya. It's like the rules are not

it says, Do not disturb him, if you want to live in peace. That's how it is.

National scale companies exist in all lines of life. The loyalty

employees who are no longer questionable. Making the media always obey

the unwritten limit.

I have a painter Helena. The arrogant girl was already like a princess, showing off

his relationship with Mr. Saga.” Grunting loudly, imagining the painter's face

Helena. The luckiest girl in the country who was introduced to the public

as Mr. Saga's lover.

“But it is worth it

exhibited Miss.” Aran replied lightly. Who wouldn't show off if

I have a girlfriend as great as Mr. Saga. If he wasn't a dustbread in the world

maybe he will also be shameless to come to like Mr. Saga.” But, if it's not

Mr. Saga who else. As far as I know he has no younger brother who was introduced to the public.”

Although Aran also did not know that in the upper class association is limited. Possibly

only the lady in front of him knows Mr. Saga's sister.

“Secretary.” The answer of the woman in

aran's front was like a bolt of lightning in the girl's ear.

“What Miss is crazy!” Aran

yelling loudly, no matter who the woman in front of him was. Beloved princess

the owner of the place where he hung his life. “Nona knows who he is? Even though he is too

equally handsome, but should Miss never have contact with him.”

Aran knew who the lady in front of him meant. The cold guy always

behind Mr. Saga. When he took official photographs of the President

Interna Group, he always sees the guy. He's always in the frame

same photo as Mr. Saga. “Nona look for normal men only.”

The face of the woman in front of Aran was visible

very grim. He knew that Secretary Han did indeed look very cold from the

outside, but he was sure that he could touch her that heart was actually warm.

“But I like it, we've

met on the official forum several times. The more he looks the more enchanting.”

It's crazy huh! Aran cusses inside

her heart.

Secretary Han is like the enemy of the

the reporter. With a gesture of his hand alone the reporters already knew to guard

distance to take a photo. Him

do not hesitate to take physical action if he feels that something is disturbing comfort

Mr. Saga. And not looking feathers. He can hit a man or a woman.

All gender is the same for him. Comfort bully Mr. Saga. Must

omitted.  And Aran knows it well, he

I have to avoid people like that.

As handsome as he is, I won't

choose him to fall in love. I have a life how much I want to deal with him.

“I'll give you money so.”

The young lady mentioned the nominal money that the amount could be aborting

his defense. Glek, Aran gulped for the sake of repeating the nominal in his head.

Half of it can be used to pay off a home-buying loan

her parents. The rest he can wear to himself. His greedy soul, his,

his instinct of curiosity, his uplifting challenge. Race provoke.

Aran is known as a reporter

tough on TVXX station. It works fast and also professionally. Dare, though

sometimes his courage is based on lack of money. That's what missus is for

the young man came to Aran. The young lady smiled faintly. He knows Aran

well done. This one reporter can work out of common human reason if

promised money.

“Nona sorry, I did not dare.” Seems

Aran hasn't lost his mind.

No, he's not hooked.

“I will be in charge

everything is. You know my father loves me very much.” Aran nodded his head.

“You simply take daily vidio, and photos. Subsequently surrender

on the production team, they will arrange everything.”

Miss, why are you crazy like this.

You even want to broadcast it on TV. You don't know how dangerous men are

that's. It's just a crazy tiger. Yeah, that's my nickname.

“I'll give you a bonus twice

fold your salary after all done.”

“Nona.” Start being tempted when you return

calculate the nominal that will be obtained.

“I will vouch for you.

Trust me, nothing will happen. Your identity will be kept secret.” Increasingly

tempted to hear.

And finally Aran really

doing so. Unsheet a deadly bond with the man she

call it a mad tiger. He shouldn't be too greedy. Because this was something he regretted all his life.

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