Me, You And The Marriage Contract
Beginning of Story (2)

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The Story Starts !!!!!

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The thick map was black, with the contents of important sheets of paper thrown away by the burly hands of a handsome man who was very angry, towards the old man who might be at fifty years old.

Perfect throw, right on target. The thick black map landed on the old man's right temple.

Pain, groan in the old man in the heart. There was a drop of blood falling on his cheek, until it ended up in his maroon shirt. Honey, he was too afraid to make a sound, telling him how painful the end of the thick map throw was, what else to wipe the red droplets that started to dirty his shirt . This old man, preferring to grimace inwardly, held back everything that was happening to him.

“Do not because you are elderly, so you can feel free to betray here “. The handsome man, the black map pitcher was making a loud noise. “I don't like the traitor who secretly stabbed me from behind “.

“I swear young master, I never betrayed you “. With the rest of the courage try to answer honestly. “I am loyal to you, also to the great master first. I swear sir “. Pat the left chest with the right hand many times. “I swear “.

“Lantas, how did all this happen ?” The handsome man still could not believe it. “How can the company funds carried by your division disappear until the count of tens of millions ?”

“Young master, sir can report me to the security if you are very doubtful to me !” Resigned and very sad to find the master did not believe him. “ Imprison me if you doubt I will disappear during the case investigated ! But one thing, sir. One thing is for sure, I am innocent !” Speaking very confidently.

The handsome man called the young master by the old man suddenly fell silent, obviously he was a bit surprised by the courage of the old man to give a solution just now. A challenge that looks conscious, bold and full of confidence.

In silence, there was a small space in his heart that began to wonder at the figure of a man who was almost the same age as his real father, if his beloved father was still there.

Meanwhile...

“Tu, sir, finally you back “. The happy voice among the trembling feeling of the young girl who served as the waiting lobby of the President's office, the handsome man with sturdy hands who was silent among his tantrums in the workspace.

“What's up?” ask wonder.

“Tu, young master rampaging inside “. Short information that makes anyone run away. The figure of the young master, the heir-president of the Sunjaya Company was not a friendly man figure, even though he actually had a face as handsome as the God-god. But, who does not know, in good condition this young President has been known to be arrogant and cold. What else if you are angry, imagine not how terrible he is ?

“Why don't you guys contact me immediately “. Sighs upset. “Ah, you guys are so stupid “. Immediately to the President's office.

Twice knocking the door, without waiting for the door was immediately opened.

The President was still silent, but the corner of his eyes was clearly aware of who the figure who had so boldly walked into his study just like that, without getting his permission first.

“Ckckck “, the knocker of the entrance, shook his head in surprise with disappointed eyes at the young President.

“Mari Uncle, I help Uncle out “. The hand of the ill-fated old man, who was still grimacing in pain in his heart with a machete wound on his right forehead.

“I'm innocent Martin “. A sentence full of disappointment that emanated on the face of his pain. “But young master does not believe “.

“Already, we treat first uncle's wound ! What is not important, we will talk about !” Intentionally harden the sound for the final words. Looks like this man named Martin was deliberately to ridicule the President.

“Come, I helped Uncle out “. Lead the old man to the door of the study.

Aaaaah, a desperate voice in the old man's heart, before he actually left the room.

“Yona “. Calling the young girl the lobby officer. “Quick take Uncle Gunta to the Clinic on the 2nd floor, order a doctor to treat his wound, then ask for permission for Uncle !”

“Uncle rest goods two or three days, make sure Uncle's wounds heal first, just enter work again !” This man named Martin patted Uncle Gunta's shoulder, the old man who had felt the pain of throwing a thick black map at his right temple.

“Martin, my only hope is you “. Martin looked at me with plea. “Martin Jawhari, please restore my good name ! Help me ! I'm really innocent. If I want corruption, why wait now, why not while the great master is still around ? Or, or in the transition period of young master into President, what else nominal lost only tens of millions “.

“I'm in a trap, help me, help me Martin “. A very pleading voice.

“Uncle don't worry, I'll investigate all this “. Trying to calm. “What matters now, treat Uncle's wound first !“

This old man who was later known as Uncle Gunta nodded obediently. He believed in Martin Jawhari. The legendary secretary's only son at the Sunjaya Company, the proud son of Kristo Jawhari and Resya Maytini will definitely help him.

The old man was sure. With all hope, he tried to smile and bow respectfully, before passing by following the steps of Yona, the lobby officer to the company Clinic.

I rely on you Martin, Uncle Gunta's hopeful inner voice before actually leaving Martin.