Forced to Marry Mr. Tajir
Because of Smiles

This morning, the sun had entered the window of Lord Brahma's room which was still asleep in his sleep. Usually Brahma always wakes up before the sun shows its light, for some reason this morning he has not woken up as well.

The ringing sound of the message notification coming into Brahma's phone, now began to wake the man's lungs. He rubbed his eyes with it occasionally. Brahma was surprised when he saw that it was noon, he glanced at the clock on his nightstand at seven in the morning. He immediately opened the blanket wrapped all over his body.

Brahma saw the screen of his phone lit up, as soon as he saw a WhatsApp message coming in from the name listed there 'My son', no doubt it must be a message from Bagas.

Brahma immediately unlocked the screen, and read the message sent from the Bagas. As the two corners of Brahma's lips expanded, a short message from Bagas managed to make Brahma happy this early.

Pa, Rania's back home. Papa's here, yeah!

That was the brief message Bagas sent, which made Brahma impatient to go to his son's house.

Brahma immediately got up from his bed, he hurried to go to the bathroom to bathe first.

Ten minutes later, Brahma was already neatly dressed in a light blue shirt, making him look younger than his current age. Brahma immediately grabbed his cell phone and hurried from the room to his courtyard.

It just so happened that the car was already in the courtyard of the house, so Brahma did not need to call the maid in charge of preparing the car first. He immediately got into the car. When the engine of the car will be turned on, Brahma immediately remembered something, which slowly faded the happiness on his face.

Brahma patted his head slowly. "Oh, yes. Because I was too happy with my first grandchild, I forgot about Arsilla's schedule, my daughter's in prison."

It's been almost two weeks that Brahma hasn't booked Arsilla in jail, then he thinks where to go first.

"I'll go to Bagas' house first, huh. Coming back from there, I'm going to Arsilla. After all, the clock must be noon or afternoon," after deciding to go to Bagas' house first, Brahma immediately started the car engine and drove it.

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While at the house of Mr. Burhan and bu Sari, they are also feeling the excitement because they just got a message from Bagas that Rania has returned home yesterday afternoon. And Bagas asked them to come to his house.

"Dad, let's get ready! I can't wait to see my granddaughter today, has her face changed, has she?" bu Sari was ready with her clothes, while Mr. Burhan was still lazing to get out of his bed.

"Change how, ma'am? Is this our granddaughter a chameleon?" said Mr. Brahma, make bu Sari upset only.

"Ih. this father. Babies are like that, fathers do not remember our children first also must have their faces changed every day. Sometimes it's like a father, sometimes it's like a mother, sometimes it's like a grandparent, sometimes it's like someone else. Come on, wake up, dad!" bu Sari pulled both arms of her husband, and pushed her out of the room to go to the bathroom.

"Yes, yeah. This mother hasn't changed since!"

"Mom has never changed, Dad. Mother is still the same, still love the father, same our children too."

"Yes, mom is still the same. Just as the taffy," taunted Mr. Burhan while touching the lips of bu Sari.

"Ih. you're a brash father!" bu Sari pinched the waist of Mr. Burhan, making the man laugh with amusement.

Turns out their original relationship was like this, a little romantic too, anyway.

"Why, dad, mom?" Radit, who was carrying a plate of fried bananas and a cup of coffee in his hand, stopped his steps when he saw his father and mother arguing.

"Same mother I'm not doing anything anymore, son. You want to come to Rania's house too, right? Today you are in the day shift," invite bu Sari.

"Later Radit followed, deh. You have a promise with Diva," Radit refused his mother's invitation

"Oh, yes, I have. You take Diva home sometime, yeah! And remember, son! Later on the bike do not speed, I do not want if something happens again with you," bu Sari is always anxious, if Radit will go on a motorcycle. Because when Radit broke a bone yesterday, it took over a month to recover.

"Yes, ma'am" replied Radit. Then he went from where he was currently standing towards the living room.

In the living room, Nadira was waiting for an invitation from Frans' secretary. I can't wait to meet the guy who has been making his feelings worse lately.

Radit looked at his sister's strange face on this one, because he was smiling himself.

"Nad, what's wrong with you, anyway? Smile like crazy, "Radit was a little uncomfortable to see his brother smile like that.

"What the hell bang? When is Nadira smiling?" Nadira dodged, it turns out he was not aware that there was his brother there when he imagined the face of secretary Frans who made him probably smile himself.

"Yes just now, from earlier in fact," said Radit ketus, he took one more piece of fried banana on the plate he had brought.

"Don't know ah, when did Nadira try to smile? Ah, ah, bang. Nadira wants to leave first, the invitation has come. Assalamu'alaikum's chat.." Nadira said goodbye to Radit, because he had also been saying goodbye to his mother, so no need to say goodbye again.

Nadira had gone from there, Radit again chewed the fried banana in his mouth. Then he sipped the coffee that was still emitting that hot steam into his mouth very carefully.

"Ahhhhhhhh.. Enjoy this life, early in the morning the stomach is full, accompanied by a cup of coffee is very sweet.." The radians sipped the cup of coffee again.

Speaking of sweetness, Radit immediately remembered Diva. Especially when considering the sweet taste of Diva's lips yesterday, the taste of life is getting sweeter. Uh, young.

Radit rests his back on the back of the chair with both hands in his head pad. Now it's Radit's turn to smile himself, imagining Diva's face makes him more eager to live. By the way alive, it's Jon Radit so follow the life too. Whoa, danger. If a bar of soap is made the target of beer gratification*hinya again. Pimply.

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Scribbles Author:

Hello loyal readers of the story of the novel MR. TAJIR who is now forced to MARRY MR. TAJIR. Happy reading, yes, you guys! May this story always entertain you all.

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