
The clink of spoons and forks filled the dining room of one of the modern-style houses located in an elite housing. In the seat at the very end, the head of the family who had just sipped his black coffee now tilted his body slightly to talk to his eldest son.
"Oma asked you to meet him" said Wira.
Darma exhaled a long breath, then put away the plate containing his breakfast that was still half left. It was still morning, but his father had already made his mood break instantly. "I'm doing it" he replied lazily.
Being a favorite grandson may be the dream of many children because they do not need to whine at parents to ask to buy this and that. Stay come to his grandmother's house with a clear face, then bim salabim all the desired items ranging from toys to learning facilities are in front of him. Yes, that's what Darma felt as a child.
He is free to ask for whatever he wants. However, over time, exactly when he began to grow up. When his young soul rebelled, he wanted freedom. When his friends freely make his life choices, that's when Darma's real life begins.
"You have to go into business," the grandmother said incontrovertibly.
Darma, who had just graduated from High School, of course, rejected him outright. "No! I'm going to get into tech. I want to be an engineer" he said steadily. Darma had even imagined when he graduated and worked as an engineer at a large company abroad. He would be so proud of himself.
Ratna just smiled obliquely at the ideals of her favorite granddaughter. "Throw away your wish. You have to go to business school and after graduation you will go straight to work at the company."
"Why should I? There are still Papa, Om Rendra, Aunt Maya, Aunt Arumi, and their children who can manage the company well." Darma mentions the brother of his father as well as his cousin.
Actually there is another one, namely Wulan. However, her father's youngest brother had already settled in America because it followed her husband who was there. In addition, Wulan has also sold shares of the company to her mother because it requires capital for her new business with her husband in their new residence.
"Oma can't believe them." Ratna put on a sad face. "You're an adult. You must know about om and your aunt who secretly sold her shares to the Baskoro family." A cynical smile was offended on the woman's lips.
Baskoro was the step-sister of her late husband who demanded the inheritance of company shares at the time of the husband's death not even forty days. In fact, Arumi sold all of his shares to fulfill his life's passion for fun.
"You're Oma's smartest granddaughter. The only hope and the one Oma believes in the most, even surpassing your papa." Ratna spoke amidst her raucous voice.
"Until now papa has done nothing wrong as Om Rendra and the others have done. Why can't Oma trust me?" Darma is still trying to find a gap. Although pity, but he thinks he can still make his grandmother happy in his own way.
"Because your papa's fault is different, Dar. Have you not felt the consequences since you were a child?" Ratna looked at her grandson inside.
Darma's head was instantly bowed with a wry smile etched on his thin lips. He might get everything whole, except one.
Her dad.
The time, attention, and affection that the man has, Darma must be willing to share it with his brother from his father's other wife.
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