My Perfect Husband

Tristan Adelardo Achasia, a 27-year-old man. A handsome and well-built man, he was accompanying his mother for treatment. His mother's age has reached the head of five, and her condition often declines suddenly. It really made Tristan feel worried.

"Tristan." called the 52-year-old woman, to her only son.

Then Tristan turned his head and approached his mum who was lying on the hospital bed.

"What's wrong, Mum?"

Then Sarah grasped her son's hand. She smiled at her only son's face.

"Mummy, what's wrong?"

"Tristan, you see? Mum's getting old and she's getting sick a lot."

Tristan knitted his eyebrows together, looking intensely at his mum.

"So?"

Sarah smiled a little, looking at her son. "So, I'm asking you to get married."

Tristan closed his eyes for a moment, then let out a rough breath.

"Mummy, Tristan please. Don't push me, it's not worth discussing. Mum's health is far more important than my life. When the time comes, I will get married. But not now. I don't want to discuss this, so please understand." Tristan said in as soft a voice as possible so that his mum wouldn't feel too disappointed.

"I'm sorry maybe I pushed you too hard. Come here, I want to hug you."

Tristan approached his mother, he hugged the body of the woman who was now a very important person in his life.

"It's okay. I love you so much, mum."

Tristan landed a warm peck on his mum's forehead.

Tristan sighed, "Ma, maybe next week we should go to Barcelona. There's something I need to do there. It's about our company."

"Is there a problem?"

"Just a small problem, but I'd like to visit there too."

Sarah just nodded her head, sighing for a moment. "You'd better go, mum's at home. Mummy wants to rest, darling."

Tristan knitted his eyebrows together, "Mum, I can't leave you alone. You have to come with me."

"No, no. I can't come with you in this condition. So, you go."

Tristan thought for a moment, because there was some truth in what his mum had said. He couldn't take his mum with him who still needed intensive care.

He nodded and agreed to her mum's request.

***

A week later...

Tristan, a man with a handsome face, a strong jaw that was covered in a thin layer of hair. A sharp nose towering like a slide, a muscular body and sturdy arms added to his masculinity, making any girl willingly offer to sleep with him.

He was a mighty man, yet none of them could win his heart. Tristan was the most powerful man in Spain, he lived in Granada. He owned all kinds of companies, including jewelry making. planes, petroleum, bullets, bombs and many more.

He owns all kinds of companies, including jewelry making, planes, petroleum, bullets, bombs and more. Who wouldn't recognize him there? He is the most powerful man, the sole heir of Fernando Achasia and Sarah Eleanor.

Fernando passed away, due to a heart attack. Before he died, he gave his only son the task of taking his place there. To become the most powerful man in Spain.

Tristan walked towards his private jet, he was going to visit the city of Barcelona. He was wearing a dark blue suit, which added to his good looks.

"Tony, is everything okay?"

"No, sir. Someone has taken some of the company's data. And I've sent someone to track it down."

Tristan gave a small nod, "Alright. I'm going to bed, wake me up when I get there."

Tristan walked over to the king bed in his private jet. He opened his coat and took off one button of the shirt he was wearing, which added to his sexiness. Then he laid down on it, wanting to rest for a while. Because all night he kept working without caring about his time to rest. He closed his eyes and it was dark. He was completely asleep.

***

1 hour and 30 minutes later, Tristan had awoken from his slumber. He straightened his suit and walked down to his private jet, where he was greeted by several bodyguards bowing and followed by Tony, his right-hand man.

"Do you want to go to the mansion first, sir?"

"No, let's go to the office first. I want to see Daniel."

"Yes, sir."

Tristan got into his car driven by Tony.

***

Daniel greeted Tristan's arrival, a hint of anger evident on his face.

"Good afternoon, Mr Tristan."

Tristan looked sharply at Daniel, "Ehem, I mean. Good afternoon. Tristan." Daniel repeated his greeting, as if he knew that Tristan didn't like being called sir by his best friend.

"Hm. Daniel, can you explain why our office was broken into?"

"I don't know, most likely. the culprit is someone who is good at computers. So he was able to steal the data in this office, fortunately all of that was discovered by our colleague, when I asked him for help. And he immediately closed all the data, making it difficult to access."

"Who is your colleague?"

"Ansel Frederick."

"I'd like to meet him. A descendant of Alcander Frederick."

Daniel knitted his eyebrows together, "You know him?"

"Obviously, he used to work with my father."

Daniel gave a small nod. "When are you going to meet him?"

"Later tonight."

"Alright, now let's go to the hotel. There's a visit from the barcino school. You should go and show yourself."

Tristan gave a small nod and then walked ahead of Daniel and Tony.

"Look at Tony, he's still very stiff," Daniel said with a chuckle.

"Tony, hurry up. Before I sack you," Tristan warned Tony.

Tony shook his shoulders and quickly walked after his employer.

Daniel, on the other hand, was still preoccupied with his snobbery. He was well aware of his best friend's attitude, very stiff around the office.

He soon caught up with Tristan and Tony. Then they rushed to their hotel.

Arriving there, Tristan was warmly welcomed by his subordinates. He didn't care about that, because he was very arrogant when dealing with people he didn't know. His father's character was deeply ingrained in him.

"Welcome, Mr Tristan." Reno greeted Tristan by bowing his body.

Tristan just hissed, "Alright, alright. Don't get mad mate," Reno chuckled, because he realized that Tristan didn't like people close to him calling him sir.

"So, what am I supposed to do here?" Tristan asked Reno.

"You have to introduce yourself to the visiting teachers and students of Barcino School."

"Is that a must?"

"Yes, of course. Who knows, you might like one of the girls there."

"I'm not a pedophile."

Reno and Daniel just chuckled at their best friend's answer, they knew that Tristan really didn't like being made fun of.

"Alright, show me where it is."

"Come, I'll show you where it is, sir." Said the main guide at Tristan's hotel.

Then they headed to the place where all the students were gathered. The students had been assigned by the teacher to learn about the different types of hotels and places in Barcelona.