Marry The Heir
Man to man
Flashbacks
Marcel was still watching Disa get into Kean's car but stopped closing the door. From where he was, he saw Kean who suddenly crouched down and placed his foot on his thigh. It was a rare thing that his nephew treated a woman so sweetly.
He still remembers when in America he paid a woman to prank Kean. He wanted to show his brother that the son he was always proud of was only playing while in America. Unfortunately he failed. None of the women Kean talked to, like his niece, had her own alarms not to let any woman near. All she knew, was that only the female Clara had been a friend of her nephew long ago.
But this time it's all different. Kean even dared to get into the elevator and pick up a woman who was just a servant in his family. Too weird he thinks. Their relationship was not just as much of a friend as Farid reported but it was already more than that.
“What is the kean really serious with the girl?” ask Marcel to Clara. What he saw was too disturbing to his mind.
Clara turned to Marcel for a moment and followed the direction of the man beside her.
“Cih, you are still curious about the woman. You are so fascinated by the aura of the servant until I cuekin?” sunggut Clara did not accept. Marcel who usually wears a seat belt on him and teases him by giving a light kiss this time is even fun to pay attention to Disa who looks faint behind the glass of Kean's car.
“Hey, don't get mad dong. I told you that I only wanted to find that woman to find the gap to fall kean. Not more. You're still the only claire.” Kill Marcel.
The woman is always sensitive when it comes to Disa. Though since the first Marcel has been rumored to be close to the women, especially his model colleagues but there is no one to disturb the thoughts of the girl next to him.
What happened until this girl had to get inflamed this time?
He grabs Clara's hand for her to hold, but Clara quickly flicks him off.
“I don't care so!” tears began to gather in the corner of his eyes as if ready to spill at any time. “How you looked at the waiter, full of admiration cel. You never looked at me like that.” His voice began to shake.
“Hey, darling.” Kean grabbed Clara's shoulder for her to embrace and tried to calm down.
“OK, I admit, I do admire that girl.” Marcel can't give up anymore. He is not a man who is good at lying.
“She's a simple girl who tries very hard to achieve her goals. He is very serious in doing anything to not leave the slightest risk of failure. He also has em, what yes, a positive aura so that it can be a support system for people around him.”
“But I just feel amazed, nothing more than that. You still the one beb!” firmly Marcel tried to neutralize the situation.
Clara let go of Marcel and he cried. “You are still unconscious in your own words? That way you acknowledge your admiration for a servant. You crazy cel, you got to!” Clara shouted in front of Marcel making the man flinch and was quite shocked. He did not expect that Clara would respond like this. All things wrong because it turns out not all honesty is good-tipped.
“Claire, I didn't mean it that way. I just,”
“Udahlah! I have cape with you!” Clara pushes Marcel's body away from him.
“4 years we are hiding about our relationship. 4 years cel, 4 years I tried to convince papah. 4 years also I feel that I am fighting alone. I'm tired of not knowing all this! I'm tired of being the only one struggling in our relationship. While you?” Clara paused her sentence while looking at Marcel coldly. His eyes were wet and red. There began to be anger and disappointment that he showed Marcel.
“What? What do you think I am?” change the inflamed Marcel. He couldn't accept hearing that Clara was fighting on her own.
“You think I didn't try huh? You think we survived until this moment only on your efforts?”
“Did you forget, I left all the things I love just to please you, satisfy you and to look worthy before your papah? You forgot it was claire?" Marcel began to bring up what he had been doing all this time.
"I wear this suit, stylish like a smart and great guy, the younger brother of Sigit hardjoyo who has a lot of company and I am one of the leaders, you think I like?”
“You forced me to work in a good company, showing off my perfect achievement. You want to see the progress of my achievements so that you can show it to your papah or because you are afraid I can not give you food?”
“I feel like a clown Claire. And I'm willing to do that just for you, at your request and to please you and your parents?”
“4 years, I live in the shadow of mas sigit. Accepting insults from here and there, having to compete for the power chair, doing good things to the shortsighted for the highest position, what do you think it is? My struggle is not as joking as you see.”
“I risked my family's pride and shame. For who? For you!”
“If now you still feel you are fighting alone, it is not me who is not trying. But you, indeed can never appreciate my efforts.”
“Not the view of your papah is actually a problem but, you can't believe me. Do not believe in men who fight for you.”
“If it continues like this, our relationship will not work. Why do we carry on all this?”
Marcel's anger reached its peak. His ego as a man, he could not bargain anymore. All this time he relented, all this time he only obeyed but this time he gave up. He removed the ring that was coiled on his finger and placed it on the dashboard of the car.
“Cel, you?” Clara was in disbelief. Looked at Marcel and the ring he put in turns.
“Yes, it’s over! There's nothing we can fix if you don't change your mindset.” Firm Marcel.
“DAMN IT!!” he screams out there! I don't know what else he said to describe his anger.
He pressed the corner of his eyes that began to get wet by tears that had been in his seat earlier. Everything he has done so far is considered meaningless by Clara. What was the joke that he had been doing all this time? Is fighting for love supposed to lower your self-esteem? Is not love the highest form of mutual respect, respect and affection? What stupidity has he been doing for 4 years?
In there, Clara could only sob. He no longer held back his tears. They were both silent, crying over what was happening at this moment. There was nothing left, other than pain that could not be expressed.
"Everything because of the servant." his mind with increasingly mountainous annoyance.
Flash back off.
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“I'm not sure if om really doesn't care about claire. That 4-year journey I believe is not something easy.”
Kean tries to re-ignite Marcel's feelings. A person who chooses to leave after a debate, always because he has fallen too much in love with someone but feels disappointed. He did not want to hurt her, so he chose to leave.
“Tau what are you about me and Claire? You're even just starting out fighting for the stupid thing you call love and me, already past it all.”
“We have been against the people around us, trying to do the best for each other even willing to be humble in order to be together. But we won't be able to be together and proof, Claire will accept your match, right? Haha.. Bullshit!” Marcel laughed softly at the end of his sentence as if laughing at his stupid struggle all along.
He took another drink in front of him and thrust it one at Kean. Alcoholic drinks were like starting to become a close friend to Marcel. He gulped it down without hesitation and let the bitter taste in his mouth go into the stomach.
“Don't trust too much with a woman's mouth. When they find someone who feels better than you, you will be thrown away.” Cynic with a sharp look.
His anger is again visible, either at the choice of Clara who accepts his betrothal or at the circumstances that make them have to separate.
“Claire wants to be betrothed not because I feel I am better than om. He just felt that he was not the only one om fought for.”
“Hahahaha... Because I discussed the Sandhya paradox right?"Marcel still spoke the name of Disa with great admiration. It was natural that Clara was upset.
"Yes, that's his stupidity. He thinks that if we think of another woman, we definitely have feelings for that woman and hope to be with that woman.”
“Narrow it thought he thought I was a jerk. Hah, female.” Marcel clucked in annoyance. Without feeling has been a lot of stories that he shared with Kean.
“I know Claire pretty well. She was indeed stubborn, a superior type and not a woman who was good at expressing her feelings. The more he loves someone, the more he fears that person will leave him, just like when he was abandoned by his mother.”
“He was afraid that he would have to lose his way and he was afraid that one day he would be alone because the foundation he was laying switched.”
“Claire has never discussed her fear with anyone else, including her papa. If what he's doing right now is because he's so afraid of losing om, not for no reason, he's just afraid of focusing om divided and one day he's back alone.”
Kean told Marcel enough things to know about Clara. He was sure that Marcel would not know this directly from Clara. Because this was his weakness and Clara would never show it.
“Claire tries to make her partner look perfect so that one day her father believes that Claire did not fall into the wrong hands. He was afraid that if he thought, the man who was with Claire could not be the man who could replace his position."
"Maybe it makes sense that Claire presses a lot. Everything is just so that om brata believes in his choice. Without him knowing, if every man has his own way to treat the woman they love properly.”
Kean bowed lethargicly hearing his own sentence. The same thing he tried to do to be with the woman he loved. He was just starting his journey and it felt pretty steep. Convincing Marcel has its own difficulties especially a Sigit Hardjoyo. Men who always attach importance to the image of the family above all else. It was as if everything else was meaningless other than their image before society.
Sure enough, Marcel was immediately stunned to hear Kean's speech. The way he drank the drink in his hand slowed down. Like something he was starting to think about.
“You love that woman?” only that question was then heard from Marcel's mouth.
Kean just smiled, of course not without reason he went all the way and took pains to persuade Marcel that there was nothing he was struggling with.
Looking at Kean's response, Marcel just chuckled. He noticed his nephew who had become a grown man.
“Since when have you thought about women's problems? I thought you'd forever be a cold man like your father.” Ledeknya.
Kean just smiled faintly. He took a drink that was in front of him. Marcel lifts his drink to cheers, Kean replies. They sipped the drink slowly, like they were enjoying every drop of liquid that then entered his mouth and swallowed it slowly.
For a while, they were glued to the mind of each one who was in better order.
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