Marry The Heir
Golden spoon

“Can,...” whispered a sound from outside room door Disa. “By gag I'm in?” continued.

“Suk na, gag in lock.” sahut Disa from inside his room

The door handle turned and before long the door leaf opened and showed 2 women smiling at Disa. They immediately entered and sat on Disa's bed.

Could close the sketch book he was scratching. His attention had already turned to his two friends who were looking at him curiously.

"Why?" Disa asked first looking at the unusual expression that Tina and Nina were showing.

“So you don't want to sleep, right?” this time it was Tina who spoke.

“Not yet, I still menggerasain pegel-pegel.” I Disa while moving the pillow over his thigh to the back of his back.

He needs a backrest to support his body that feels like it will collapse. It turned out that cleaning the house of the young master with all his knickknacks is more than enough in appeal to run around the field.

“Where is the first day at the young host's house?” Nina and Tina were equally curious. Their round eyes stared at Disa impatiently waiting for an answer.

“Ya,.. is quite tiring.” I Is There as is.

“You met young master gag?” ask Tina.

“Em. Ms. Kinar said young master gag can see me. He gag likes no strangers in his house.”

“Well, what a pity, even though the young master was handsome to know..” Nina regrets what happened to Disa.

“Emang you've met young master?” Tina was more enthusiastic.

“Early but bravely look at his face for a long time. Just look at a glance and in the photo that has been downed the same as a big master. But I often saw him from a distance when the young master was still living in this house.” cerocos Nina who began to imagine her young master.

“News dong, young master kayak how?” Tina was curious.

“Loh have you also never met na?”

“Not yet, the time I was here, young master just moved 2 days before.”

“Kasian,.” Nina and Disa spoke together.

“Iihhh..” Tina pursed her lips in annoyance, but the two friends laughed instead. “Don't cry, later bu kinar denger. We could get nagged.” Tina tried to remind me.

“Oh yes, forgot.” Nina patted her own eel. “So want me to tell this young master how?”

Disa and Tina compactly nodded.

“Young master is handsome. From his picture is handsome. His body is tall, white, his legs are long, his eyes are slightly narrow and if from the photo his eyes are sharp and vibrating. His eyebrows are slick and neat. There's jambangnya. His nose is very sharp, his lips slightly contain the essence kiss-able.” Nina slowed down the voice at the end of her sentence.

“Uuhhh basic omes.” Tina hit Nina with a pillow in her hand.

“Loh yes, like a prince from a fairy tale country anyway. But he's so jutek. Proud, cold. More than non-shafira. If you look at him, the innate seems to have a different aura. An aura of darkness, full of sadness and pain,” Nina explained expressively.

“Ah digress you na.” Tina paused her friend.

But not with Disa. His high imagination seemed to be depicting the figure described by Nina. His figure is quite illustrated but his face is very vague because the man with the character Nina tells is quite common.

“Hey! Wagging young master huh?!” Tina surprised Disa who looked dreamy. It seems he did not realize that his two friends were watching him.

“Not really. There is only one thought aja.” kilah Disa who looks excited.

“Okey. Now it's your turn to dong who tells the story of the young master how the hell?” Nina with her curiosity.

Disa also began to tell the story, how beautiful the house he came to. They were immersed in the story of Disa until they finally fell asleep in the narrow bed crammed into each other. But it seemed like they were so deep, that beautiful dreams came in their respective sleep.

*****

He was back on his bike that morning. This time he chose to wear trousers before taking them off when he arrived at his young master's house.

As usual in the beginning of Revelation that opens the door for him, parking the bike and tidying the house.

He had to go back to swallowing the disappointment pill when his cooking was not touched in the slightest by his young master. And as always he will warm it up and give it to Revelation for breakfast and lunch.

“Still mba there!” that excited exclamation was always thrown from the mouth of this thick-moustached man. Some days he enjoys good food without the need to spend more money just to complete the desire of his stomach. Very lucky, he thought.

Disa returns to her kitchen, making breakfast for her young master. Fried rice failed. Oat meal, not in the slightest touch and toast only in eating one. Maybe this time he should try making sandwiches.

It can remove some ingredients from the refrigerator. Frozen minced meat, cheese, and vegetables. He recalled the recipe Kinar had given him and carefully cooked his meal.

Waiting for the meat that was in the marination, Disa chose to sweep the floor, rearrange the sofa cushions and clean the dust that stuck. He also noticed the tall and wide window panes. Maybe this afternoon his job is to clean these windows.

Finished with the floor and cleanliness, Disa turned towards her young master's wardrobe. There is an inscription written in a green note pad.

“I have an important meeting, prepare the appropriate clothes. Make sure it looks authoritative.” as soon as the message fills in.

He opened the closet door in front of her. The fourth day his young master began to have requests. He chose the clothes that his young master would wear while imagining the figure that Nina described. Turns out pretty helpful.

“Perfect!” muttered Disa with a line of smiles when he saw the results of his work matching the clothes of his young master.

The clothes were ready and Disa returned to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. The contents of the bread he made, adding a piece of lettuce, sliced tomatoes and onions, as well as minced meat that he made round flat and then grilled to produce a good fragrance and invite saliva to drip.

Not to forget he added a little sauce and mayonnaise and wrapped it with bread paper. A glass of milk was provided side by side with breakfast menu.

in 15 minutes his young master will wake up. They immediately tidied up the kitchen and table before returning to the main house. He will be back at 10 because his duties are quite a lot today.

The kitchen door was closed and Disa left on her bicycle.

*****

The meeting room was in plain sight. Meeting room of a textile holding company owned by Sigit Hardjoyo. Confidently Kean walked into the room with his assistant Roy. In his briefcase he has prepared a report that will be delivered at the meeting later.

Roy opens the door for Kean and invites his director to come in. Kean's new look took off his sunglasses coolly and a little slow motion made many pairs of eyes turn towards him.

The smell of masculine perfume also touches the olfactory nerve endings of people in this room is no exception Sigit Hardjoyo.

“Wow, you have the courage to come?” ask a man who is his rival in the race of success.

He has always been the first person to try to bring him down in any way.

“Why, is this time uncle afraid of me who got recognition?” reply Kean with a sarcastic grin.

“Of course not. An heir like you can never prove anything other than a lot of stupidity and mistakes that hurt the company."

"Wake Kean up, this isn't America where you relax and play around. You are in the real world where great people will always be superior to fools who are given a golden spoon.” said the man with full emphasis on his sentence.

Kean could only clench his hands which he felt like he wanted to smash on the man before him.

From a distance he saw Sigit watching him.

“Don't be stupid Kean, don't be hooked.” Kean tried to remind himself.

Slowly his fist began to loosen and the man before him smiled with a cynical smile at the response of the nephew.

“We prove, who is superior.” challenge Kean later. He prefers to pass and sit with a little distance from the man. He did not want to be lured away by an obscure provocation.

The man who was left by Kean, turned Sigit in his place. He rubbed his chin haughtily, as if laughing at the son with the golden spoon that Sigit had.

*****

Delivering presentation material in front of management, became Kean's next task. He explained how the development of the company he led during the last 2 weeks according to the decree of the director of the parent company.

"The company's revenue trend in the last 2 weeks is not too big, but if this moves consistently, it can cover the company's losses in the next 3 months."

"What, 3 months?" Marcel Hardjoyo again paused Kean's exposure for a number of times, making the atmosphere calm began to rowdy. "3 months too long, investors can be hunted to withdraw their investment from the company you lead." it's what's demeaning Kean's hard work.

Kean sighed deeply, trying his hardest not to be lured by the uncle.

"I just convey the development of the company if the revenue is consistent, has not discussed what innovations we did to shorten the time of 3 months." Kean looked at Marcel sharply and the one in the face only nodded with a smile on his lips.

"Okey, continue." Sigit tried to mediate.

"Ehm!" cleared his throat before continuing his presentation while gathering the focus he had already made. "We get cooperation with one of the buyyer from India, where we will cooperate for the export of premium quality fabrics."

"At the first stage, we will export 2000 rolls of fabric according to the initial agreement. Where if this cooperation is successful, we can shorten the profits for the financial improvement of the company within 2 months." continued Kean proudly.

Marcel leaned back his body that was originally sitting upright. He would have issued the next sharp sentence but quickly Sigit preceded.

"What is the percentage of profit from this cooperation?"

"18% in the first month and 32% in the second" Kean replied aloud.

Sigit understood. "Send the company's balance sheet this afternoon" he said later.

Kean nodded in response and in a few moments the meeting ended. A little relief because there is no prolonged argument war in the boardroom. Marcel left with a lazy face and a sarcastic smile that he used to show anyone.

"You're amazing young master." Roy's voice became the first encouragement.

Kean bent his body leaning against the table. His hands were still clenched in annoyance given the face of the uncle who was only a few years old from him.

Just look, next time he will make the eyes narrow the uncle wide open see a fantastic row of numbers that he produced. So determined Kean.

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