Married Sugar Daddy
Bian's Decision

In a public hospital room in Bandung. A girl wearing a white-gray uniform still faithfully clasped her mother's hand. In his heart he continued to pray that his mother could quickly come to her senses.

Byan turned his head towards the door as he heard a commotion outside his mother's outpatient room. Byan slowly released his grip on Kirani's hand and placed it on the hospital bed slowly.

Byan wanted to open the door but the moment he heard his father's voice, he unbundled his intentions. His hand only held the doorknob but did not open it.

"Dok, can't if my wife had surgery first? I promise, I'll pay for the shortage once I get the money."

"*Can Sir. But keep following the existing procedures. (According to the service owned by Insurance)"

"Can my wife get the best heart surgeon Dok*?"

The doctor smiled, patted Adrian on the shoulder and walked away from the man who was not young anymore.

that conversation was the last conversation Byan heard. Byan walked back to his mother's bed. There was Bagas, they were both in charge of looking after Kirani for a while, while Adrian, he was busy taking care of this and that.

Kriegettt ...

Byan and Bagas turned their heads when the door of the room opened. Adrian came with a smile on his lips, bitter, that was the feeling that was being felt by Byan, he of course knew, behind the smile that his father gave, there was a pile of wounds and burdens that his father had.

"Has your mother not realized yet?" adrian asked approaching Kirani's bed and rubbed Kirani's head gently.

Bagas. As for Byan, he was just silent while looking down.

"Dad, Byan wants to marry the man you mean."

Adrian turned to Byan. She smiled and hugged her daughter tightly. "Is Byan sure? Byan won't regret it, will he?" ask Adrian make sure. Although she felt very guilty, she had no other choice. This is the only way Kirani can recover and all her debts can be paid off.

"Byan has a request from Dad."

Adrian let go of his embrace and looked into Byan's eyes. "What's up, son? What do you have a request for?"

"Please tell my future husband's family to continue to pay for all of your treatment. If necessary, they should make you heal. Byan wants the best doctors and the best medicines. VVIP service and also no limit."

Adrian nodded. He accepted his daughter's request with great confidence. The Nugroho family is a very wealthy family. If Byan only asks for it, Adrian believes the Nugroho family will not object.

Byan turned back to his mother. Although she had to sacrifice her future, she willingly, seeing her mother lying weak like this made Byan sick, she wanted to see her mother healthy without having to go back to the hospital to do the treatment. It's been enough so far his mother gets the usual treatment, Byan wants his mother to get the best treatment. Relying on insurance too many procedures that must be lived, if with the money owned by the Nugroho family can help his mother, Byan will feel calmer.

After hearing the decision from Byan, Adrian went straight out of the room and walked a bit away from his wife's nursery. Adrian took the phone out of the pocket of the pants he was wearing and then dialed someone's number and made a call.

"Hello sir" Adrian told the person on the phone.

"What's Adrian? Have you made a decision?"

"My son wants to marry your son Sir, but he has one request. It's about his mother, Byan wants you to pay for all his mother's medical expenses."

Nugroho smiled faintly. "I'm sorry I made your way Adrian harder. I think this is the best way. After this, I'll reopen all your family's access." Nugroho.

"Okay sir, I will wait for the Lord's arrival."

The day the Nugroho family would come to Adrian's house finally arrived. Adrian had warned Byan not to go to school, but his son refused. He said he wanted to enjoy school longer.

It's getting late afternoon. Byan had come home from school and was now walking on the streets of the compound near his home. His face looks very upset. He also always kicked everything he saw on the streets, whether it was pebbles, logs, or anything he could kick.

"Basar the rich are heartless. You can buy me with the money you have. Who do you think you are until it can be like that. I pray. May you quickly go bankrupt and get into a lot of debt so that you can feel what I feel."

Byan was still grumbling. He stopped his steps when he saw a can of secondhand drink lying on the road. With a quick movement, he kicked the can of the used drink making the can he kicked float into the air.

"Ekh, no .... " Byan shouted when he saw a car driving while the can floating in the air almost fell on the car that was about to pass.

Bruckkkk!

Byan covered his face with both hands. He stretched his fingers making a gap so that he could see the situation before his face.

The car stopped and opened the window. "What are you doing little boy?" ask the driver in the car. Byan bowed his body several times.

"I'm sorry sir, I didn't accidentally."

The driver shook his head and then closed the glass of the car he had opened. From far away, Byan noticed the car and saw someone sitting on the passenger bench while looking down whether he was focused on seeing what.

Byan continued his footsteps. A few minutes later, he finally arrived at the front of the house. His forehead wrinkled when Byan saw two cars parked neatly in front of his house.

"Is this the car?" ask Byan to himself. He circled the car and watched it closely. Upon arriving in front of the car, Byan rounded his eyes and smothered his mouth involuntarily.

"Astaghfirullah, this is indeed the car that was, it was the drink I just kicked, right?" said Byan pointed to a red stain on the windshield of the car.

"Well, this is bad" said Byan shaking his head. He looked straight at the open door of his house. His heart suddenly beat. He walked into his house with very slow steps.

"Assalamu'alaikum" said Byan leaning his head into the house.

The deg!

His heart was racing as his net saw several people sitting in the living room. Their clothes were very tidy, as well as their appearance could not compare to the appearance of his everyday family.

"You're home, son! Go into the room and change your clothes. Your future husband and future-in-law are waiting" Adrian said, pushing Byan's back into his room.

Byan said that his head still did not turn and was still watching the people sitting on the sofa. In his heart he grumbled.

"Astaghfirullah, is that old bandot going to be my husband?" ask Byan inwardly.