Mr. Taza

'If everything is okay, Sky Resort should be ready in January.' Mr. Taza nodded his head which was half full of gray hair. 'Don't worry about it Master. I'll make sure the resort will be ready for this coming season.

'It's okay if it's like that. And I want everything to be original. There was no mixed cement like the Sky Tower Project that day. Fortunately it didn't collapse! If not, who will answer in court later?'

'Alright Master. I have ordered that repairs be made. So for the time being, the tower has to be closed first. And Master, I am still investigating who is the mastermind in this matter. We'll know soon, I promise you.'

Kent got up from the chair. His hands are busy tidy up the Sky Resort Project files that have already been signed by Mr. Taza.

'If there's nothing I go out first Master.'

Mr. Taza nodded. 'Okay. If anything comes up, do inform me... directly! Andrew can't be trusted understood!' Kent nodded again.

As soon as his assistant's body disappeared, Mr. Taza let out a long sigh. His head hurts thinking about it. Throbbing. Don't think too hard, his brain starts protesting. It's his fault too!

From 20 years ago until now. Mr. Taza cares less about health. Even for him to hand over this company to his son, even Andrew, he still lacks confidence.

'I wonder if Andrew can manage this company? His experience is still lacking. He needs to learn more.

Mr. Taza worked hard to develop Sky Holdings not for himself but for his wife and only child. Let them live happily. He didn't want Mrs. Roze, the wife he married to regret his decision to leave a rich family for their love. He wants to make his beloved wife and Andrew happy. He wants to prove to his parents' family that the farmer's son is also comparable. Able to compete.

Mr. Taza's eyes suddenly stuck on model of Sky Resort, which is located at the corner of the office. One by one memories came. White sand... foaming waves... small boat... his friend's face... Selena...

Mr. Taza woke up. Everything is different. It's blury. It's dark. His eyelids still felt heavy. His head still felt dizzy. Throbbing pulse. Observed the surrounding situation. This is not his cabin. It's not a soft mattress and at the moment he's just sleeping on a loose mat.

He coughed. Strong! In an instant, his ears caught footsteps approaching him. By the candlelight, he looked at the middle-aged man's face. His feelings are mixed. Surprised, surprised!

'Luckily, you are awake. You have been unconscious for two days,' he said slowly, sitting cross-legged next to Mr. Taza.

Mr. Taza is still confused. Remember when his dear wife waved her hand from the pier. Suddenly, the blue waves that suddenly rage, pictured slowly in his mind box. My head hurts strike back. His eyes are dark. Dim.

'Ena, oh Ena,' shouted Mr. Sam. 'Bring the food here. This gentleman is awake.'

This man must be from a noble family. Just look at the clothes, the boat equipment. Maybe up to a thousand dollar. Is it okay for him to wear my ugly shirt? Is he comfortable with this mat? His heart spoke. For a moment Mr. Taza compared his lack of self with the man he felt was his age. Not even possibly much younger.

'When I met you, you were unconscious. At that time, it was raining heavily. So I took you to my house.' Said Mr. Sam

Mr. Taza fixed his bed. He felt bad when he was called Mr. by an old man that he newly known.

'Hey, don't mess with me.' He coughed a little. 'Call me Taza. And you?'

'Samuel. You call me Sam.'

'Thank you Sam. For saving my life. I don't know how to repay you and your family. I too...' Mr. Taza's voice choked. Mr. Sam's hand was tightly gripped. It feels like he is his own brother.

'Hisssyy... death is God's will. My body are there. I can't just white my eyes! Today, Taza's turn, who knows the day after tomorrow it'd be me.'

Mr. Taza nodded. And in that vagueness, his sharp eyes were fixed on a soft face. Come on! His heart whispered. Mr. Taza's eyes did not blink as the girl's steps moved towards him. His style is soft and gentle on the tray. It doesn't even squeak. Covered with a silky hair, and the girl's face was adorned with a hint of a pretty sweet smile. It cools the heart of anyone who looks at it.

'Uncle, this porridge is made by me. Uncle has to eat, you know. Uncle's stomach has been empty for two days.' Selena crouched next to her father.

'Daughter?'

Mr. Sam nodded.

'She's in her teenager age. Studying?'

Selena shook her head. 'SAT is over, uncle.'

'She stopped halfway.' said Mr. Sam.

Mr. Taza nodded. He understood. Maybe financial problems. Look at their lives, Mr. Taza remembered his life a long time ago. He was also unable to continue his studies due to poverty.

But today, Mr. Taza can prove that he can succeed even without a degree. He is not a graduate in the field of business but his enthusiasm and tenacity make Mr. Taza not easy to lose.

'Uncle, eat first. Later, when you're healthy, we can have a long chat.'

Once again a smile was thrown. This time Mr. Taza's heart was captured. 'I hope she is my future daughter-in-law.'

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