
The main residence of the Nugroho family, a large two-story house with a fence that almost covers the surrounding area of the house . A large house with classic European shades of white with a large pillar picar towering high.A large family meeting is being held.The owner of the large house is holding a family meeting. Two princes of the family were also asked to attend. Abimana and Bramana with their families.
all sat on the large sofa of the living room except for the daughters-in-law who stood lined up next to the sofa.
A great master Aresh Nugroho, who was no longer young, sat at the very end of the seat of his greatness while leading the family meeting.
" i've deliberately asked you to come here to continue the conversation about the change of office that I spoke about a few days ago. The old grandfather sighed deeply while occasionally paying attention to everyone present that night.
everyone was silent, no one interrupted Grandfather's conversation.
"my age is no longer young, whenever I can die, and before that happens, I want to solve the problem of property and inheritance in this family" the grandfather sighed deeply then continued saying. " as I said before I want Dimas son of Abimana who will hold the highest office in our company and he will also get this house and its contents "
Abiman smiled a smile of happiness but in contrast to Bramana and her family, she had to swallow disappointment with the decision of the Father.
Bramana stood up because she wanted to convey her disagreement with her father's decision.
" but father" Bramana's face reddened with anger, her hands clenched tightly.
Aresh raised one of his right hands to signal that no one would dispute his decision. "don't interrupt, I haven't finished talking, what is the reason behind my decision" Aresh said flatly.
Rayyan clenched her hand tightly, furious, yet she still held on to wait the old man said next.
" i prefer Dimas as my successor because he is my only flesh and blood, the son of Abimana, while Bramana is my adopted son"
all of them were shocked. Bramana was surprised by Aresh's words, shaking her head in disbelief. "How could I have been a foster child.There had been no sign indicating that I was an adopted child" said Bramana.
" yes, you, Bramana are my adopted son. Because when I was married, my wife Shella could not have children therefore I adopted you from the orphanage. until three knew she could finally give birth to Abimana. But even so, we never distinguish you two.you are the same as my son" Aresh said, looking at his wife with a loving gaze.
" oh so after opa gets uncle Abimana so opa doesn't think papa anymore? " Rayyan can no longer stem his anger, he rose up not Accept with his grandfather's decision.
" why don't you just accept the fact that you're just a foster child? " shouts Abimana.
" just shut up all of you. It's my decision, and you Bram, I don't make you the ultimate heir, it doesn't mean you won't get anything. You are still my son, remember that" said Aresh.although with a heavy breath he tried to neutralize the tightness of his chest. Shella immediately approached the husband who did not look well.
all were silent.they were immersed in their own thoughts.
Zahra stroked her own chest she thought so complicated the life of a rich man.she thought, if someone became rich then everything would be easier.but precisely what happens now in her husband's family, and vice versa. Property and position if accompanied by greed will only result in quarrels and disputes.
" from tomorrow, Dimas will be staying here. XXpres company center will be held and controlled by Dimas.while you Rayyan will hold XXpres branch company" said the old man again.
Arumi smiled, her heart was relieved by the decision of the in-laws. He looked at Vania the brother-in-law, smiling triumphantly.then he grabbed the hand of the son-in-law. "congratulations, son, I believe you can lead your husband down the right path, always remind him not to be arrogant and too proud of his property and office" Arumi's advice sounded so subtle.
" inshaallah ma" Zahra replied with a smile.
While Vania who was beside him just looked to the side could not stand the drama of Arumi and her daughter-in-law.
Dimas can only resign himself to the decision of his grandfather, although he actually prefers to be an ordinary employee rather than being a boss.
" how Dimas, whether you have prepared everything, mentally and physically you must be strong. There are a lot of things that you will face in the future. The fate of the company depends on the way you lead". said the man whose entire hair was bleached.
Dimas just nodded with the grandfather's question.he only scratched his non-itchy nape.
" i'll ask Steven to be your assistant. He will teach you many things, all this time he has helped me a lot. And you Rayyan, the company you control, make the company as advanced as possible but remain under the auspices of XXpres central.
" pa, we shouldn't have another week for Dimas to be able to go, pity pa, he's still a newlywed. let him enjoy the honeymoon first" shella said softly while holding the shoulder of the husband. Dimas is the favorite grandson of Shella as a child, he is very sweet and obedient in contrast to the little Rayyan who is very naughty and likes to defy.
" all right, I'll give Dimas a week for his honeymoon, after which he should be ready to go into the company.for a while let Abi first hold the company. I'm old and tired.I want to be at home just enjoy old age. Now it's your turn to develop the company" said the old man, said, his hands clasped tightly onto the carved wooden stick that supported his body as he walked.
" well opa. I take it, but after I get home from the honeymoon" Dimas said, glancing at his wife.
" well Dimas, the job will be yours but that's if you and his wife can get home from their honeymoon trip, because I won't let you back" inner Rayyan while smiling thinly with a downcast face.
"All is clear, now we can have dinner together.the waiter has prepared a variety of food menus at the dining table. Let's have dinner together" Aresh asked as he got up, with the help of the stick he was holding.