Joe William
Namora Habonaran
"Roof. Tired of it."
Joe staggered as he was dancing to the Indian song 'Oh my darling I love you'.
A man looked over and over and followed Joe by lifting the chair with the intention, if Joe was tired and wanted to sit, then he was ready with a chair for the little boy to sit on.
"Uncle. Isn't it tired of carrying a chair around the room like that?" Ask Joe.
For a long time she felt funny as well seeing the middle-aged man carrying a chair continuously.
"Joe. Actually the free one is Uncle Tigor or you anyway? Because I think you're the happiest today." Said Tiara reprimanding Joe who had danced like a fucking muter to get there and come here.
"You know how I grew wings today when I was away from Grandpa Tengku Mahmud. If I'm next to him, there's a punishment I can get." Joe answered, making everyone in the room smile.
They clearly did not dare to laugh at Joe's behavior. But the name is funny, many also throw away face hiding their laughter.
"Chairman. Why Tengku Mahmud's grandfather?" Ask Tigor.
"Sorry uncle. Let me answer that." Tiara said then continued. " This Joe, always got punished because he was so wayward. I always saw him holding the great Tengku Mahmud teacher in a drum barrel that had been cut and rope. Sometimes Joe's breath is like an ox asking for mating." Tiara.
This time no one could help but laugh. Not even the annoyed Hendro could hold back his laughter.
"You must not open the disgrace of one another. Do you like eating your brother's carcass?" Ask Joe while he glances.
"That's Ghibah, right? Definitely Ghibah! Song Pak Haji Rhoma Irama." Said Udin who made the room once again burst apart by laughter.
"But it is. I am very lazy to be close to Grandpa Tengku Mahmud. But if it's this far away, I feel like I miss it." Joe said as he called the man carrying the chair and sat in the middle of the room like the leader of an orchestra.
"Lucky you Gor didn't get poked by your grandfather." Andra's whisper.
Hearing this, Tigor's throat suddenly felt tight.
He could imagine that when it was taught directly by his adoptive grandfather, it was certain that he would suffer greatly.
"You can go back to Tower Mall. I'm sorry I made you tired." Joe told the three Tower Mall managers.
"Thank you Tuannn.., uh. Excuse me. I mean, thank you Joe William." Said one of the three managers.
Seen from the look of their faces like plong as free from shackles.
"Uncle. Where's the toilet? I want to reflect on fate." Joe asked the man behind him who had brought him a chair.
"Let's chairman. I'll show you." Answer the man as he.
"Tiara and you Lestari, don't go anywhere! If you're missing, I'm not responsible." Said Joe. Then before he went to the toilet, he didn't forget to put his nose on.
A very annoying act actually. But they like to see this Joe.
He is a leader even though he does not understand what a leader is. He was also the young master of the William family who was famous for having a fortune that was difficult to count. But this manner of his did not at all reflect that he was a very powerful person.
This was also felt by Tigor. He thinks that Joe is really a duplicate of Jerry William, Drako and Tengku Mahmud. It's just that Tigor didn't get to know Malik's grandfather.
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"Chairman. Are you so to look around at Tower Mall?" Tigor asked after Joe returned to the room.
"Wait for uncle. I think my money is a little. If I had known that Princess and Lia would be delivered directly by uncle's men, I might not have given them so much money." Joe said as he reached into his pocket and looked up like a person was counting with his eyes cracked.
Again Tigor was forced to swallow his laughter so as not to come out.
"Chairman. What's the money for? The Tower Mall is yours. You just issue an order, then whatever you want, you will definitely get, while it is in Tower Mall." Tigor.
"Is it like that? If I want a car, is there?" Ask Joe.
"There certainly is. Chairman don't worry." Answer Tigor.
"Hehehe. What is the car for. I can't drive either." Joe said while grinning.
"Uncle. I'm leaving with Udin, Tiara and Lestari. Uncle don't come!" Joe said with a smile.
Tigor knew what Joe meant. He felt that he would not be able to be free if followed by Tigor. After all, their age was adrift very far. Maybe Joe will feel comfortable.
"Alright Chief. If you feel uncomfortable being followed by us, then I will order my son to accompany you."
"Darling, try calling Rio! Have him bring Namora here!" Tigor said to. His wife.
The middle-aged woman, called Tigor by the affectionate name, made a phone call. Fifteen minutes later, a 35-year-old man entered the room with his wife and two sons.
One looked very similar to Tigor with slightly blonde mid-sided hair, pure white skin with red lips. But the eyes of this child were very sharp and full of probing. He is estimated to be about sixteen years or a year younger than Joe. He was the son of Tigor and Mirna named Namora.
Meanwhile, another one was about eight years old or had just occupied elementary school. And this is Rio's son with his wife.
"Namorah. Come son. Pay respect to our chief!" Said Tigor waving his hand to the sixteen-year-old boy.
The boy immediately stepped up and bowed respectfully.
"Greetings from me to the chairman." Said the boy while bowing. But the tone of his voice has absolutely no flat alias notation.
"Ah. Don't so. Don't slouch. I'm just like you. I am not a king or a prince. Oh yea. My name is Joe William. What's your name?" Ask Joe kindly.
"Abspond to the Chief's question. My name is Namora Habonaran." Answer this eldest son of Tigor.
"Namorah. Our chief will take a walk to Tower Mall. You must be a bodyguard for her." Tigor gave the order and whispered near his son's ear. "Protect the chief with your life!"
"Namora understands Dad." The boy answered and invited Joe, Udin, Tiara and Lestari to go ahead.