His Purpose
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The name Ginanjar Adiwiguna has indeed been heard before. But now he is getting more famous with his figure plastered everywhere.

Tabloids, magazines, newspapers, and almost all online media display the face of the politician. Beyond his involvement as a candidate for Governor, there are other things that are being talked about by many people.

Infidelity. True, his hobby that likes to play women is finally known to the public. A few hours ago, exactly at midnight last circulated a photo of Ginanjar in an elite club with a woman dressed sexy.

Not only that, their videos that are making out further strengthen the assumptions of the public who were previously reluctant to believe, because the figure of Ginanjar is known to be so wise and unpretentious.

Ginanjar's poll as a candidate for Governor was ranked highest, but there was no 24-hour figure that plummeted drastically to leave only a few percent.

Rumors of his dark marriage with several women were also revealed on social media. Cases of embezzlement, bribery, even murder are planning to come up crazy.

Ginanjar seemed to be stripped completely naked. Not only public disappointment, children and wives who had always considered him a loyal father and husband now turned to look down on him.

Ginanjar lost everyone's respect.

"Aarrrrghh!!!"

Prangs!

Brak!

The goods hit the floor. Split objects scattered. Ginanjar did not care about his legs which were now covered in blood exposed to broken glass. He turned over a table making a very loud noise.

Outside, his aides stood alarmed, none of them dared to open the door of Ginanjar's study.

While in another place where Gibran is strung out of equilibrium. He bent down and let out tears, looking so happy to see the television measuring almost 3 meters was broadcasting all the disgrace of Ginanjar.

Not only that, the appearance of Ginanjar who was rampaging in his room was not separated from the spectacle of Gibran. Right, he himself hacked the room's CCTV.

Ah, so clever Gibran. He grinned sharply with a bright radiant face. Nick gulped repeatedly. He was creeped because Gibran looks like a demon residing in the human body.

Last night, Nick spread all the news all over the media, at Gibran's behest of course. Gosh, this is the result of dealing with a cheetah, no one can escape its clutches.

Even Gibran's barbeque did not give him any leeway. Secretly Nick continues to work on the sidelines of his burning activities. While Gibran himself can not be separated to make out with Maria.

Of course Nick can only bite a finger. The fate of being subordinate, plus no partner, he must be strong when presented with a scene of the two kissing.

Only one that makes Nick's heart filled with happiness, of course, the end of the month bonus and the latest phone output that Gibran bought. Just know the guy that Nick is starting to save.

Gibran chuckles cynically shutting down the television. He walked to the edge of the room where the sofa was. They are currently in the tower district 9, the central building of the Gibran company in Jakarta.

"Maria asks for new clothes, you ask some famous boutiques to come to the residence of Tjandra. He can't go far, his hands haven't recovered" Gibran said, pouring wine into a legged glass.

Nick again. Even for women's clothing, all Nick is prepared. Whoever the future mate, do not hesitate because Nick is more than experienced about whatever the needs of women, including the loincloth though.

"Good, Sir."

***

"Gosh my god." Maria was stunned as she entered the front room lobby.

It feels like dejavu, some people who claim to be representatives of a number of boutiques are racing to show their products to Maria.

Maria was confused as to which one to see. Only he was about to see one, the other insisted on asking Mary to see theirs.

He did ask Gibran for a new shirt, but not like this either. This is overkill. All are well-known and international brands. In fact, each of them carries a number of rare editions that he said only produced a few.

My God, this is the same as Gibran telling him to work hard. Finally not wanting to offend any of them, Mary took 10 pairs each, not including the rare edition because Mary was already uninterested in such things.

Not uninterested, Maria just doesn't like the model. Why is it expensive and rare if useless?

Silent. The boutique salespeople seemed to forget, as they looked down at Mary's protruding belly behind the clothes.

"Jeez, forgive us for being so presumptuous, ma'am!" Everyone is full of guilt.

Just because they want goods sold, they to the exclusion of the condition of the client's own body. This is all because they are too nervous to be asked directly by wealthy businessman Gibran Wiranata.

Maria smile. "No problem. You all did your best. Thank you, yeah."

"Together, Madam. It's our job to serve a client."

"In that case, please step down, madam. Is there something the lady needs again?"

"Nothing, it's enough."

"Good, Mistress. Thank ye. If you need clothes, please don't call us."

There are a lot of business cards that Laura got for Maria. Maria herself grimaced forcing a smile. Instead of lightening up, Gibran instead made it bother. Know this mending he buy online only. Many of his old friends sell big brand items.

After the departure of the boutique saleswoman, Maria threw her rough breath away. "Bring all this into the room" he told Laura.

"Ready, Mistress."

"Jill, Dean!"

The two tough women were directly facing. "We, Madam."

"Geez, I'm not really good at saying this."

Jill and Dean looked at each other.

"But somehow I'd love for you to massage my feet .." ringis Maria awkwardly.

He looked at his stomach which was followed by the two guards. Mary said she was cravings.

***

"Abhi .. please help me, please help me. We're close friends, right?"

Abhimanyu Wiranata, he looked down at Ginanjar who was resting at his feet.

Ever since the news of the man was spread all over the media, Abhi instantly knew who was the mastermind behind all this. Previously he had been suspicious when Gibran suddenly discussed the matter of Ginanjar Adiwiguna. Apparently he's one of Willis' minions. No wonder Gibran directly slashed at him mercilessly. It seems Ginanjar has also offended his son.

"We were once familiar, but that was before I divorced Sandra" Abhi said.

Ginanjar looked up with a face slashed. He shook his head, assuming that Abhi knew something. "I-I ..."

"I am also a businessman. Which might help for free without profit."

Swallowing spit, Ginanjar promises something unreasonable. "You'll get 50 percent profit if my name goes up again."

Abhi fell silent, then he snorted cynically. "But what I saw was that your chance to ride was nonexistent. Admit your path is dead."

Abhimanyu got up from his seat. "Go away, I'm busy with a lot of work." He passed Ginanjar just like that.

"Why not ask Willis for help? I thought they were guaranteeing you?"

"And again ..." Abhi grinning. "Sandra's your idol, right?"