
The flashback
In the past, when she was in Junior High School, a girl came home cheerfully, she got out of her car.
He was so happy that he heard someone threatening his parents.
He heard clearly that the person, whom he knew very well, could even be said to be close to that person.
However, everything was revealed, after listening to the words of the person.
"you're gonna have to give up 50% of your company's shares on my behalf." yelled the guy at his parents.
"how is it possible, whereas I only have 75% of 100%" said the girl's father.
"i don't care.if you don't give up your shares, then don't blame me, if your child is my target" he snapped with a red face.
"a, what do you mean?"said the girl's mother stamped.
"yes, I will take your son away, and I will make him hate you, even he will make me a pawn to destroy you" he shouted again with great emphasis.
"you know not, if your son is so obedient to me." he continued arrogantly.
The girl's parents can only look down sad, even her mother has sobbed.
Without a second thought the girl's father agreed to this.
"alright I'll make up his letters soon." said the girl's father weakly.
"i wait" she said and left the house.
While the girl could only listen in disbelief, that the person she called uncle was actually just the one who wanted their treasure.
He had still not left there, so the person threatening his parents had already come out and seen him.
With her fake smile, she approached the girl happily.
"hallo sweet boy, are you home yet?"her question was gentle as usual.
"hallo uncle,iya just now" said the girl pretending to smile.
"well uncle come home first, sometime we meet again."his camels while ruffling his hair softly.
The girl did not answer and went straight into her house, seeing her parents grieving, even her mother cried sadly.
"ma,,pa," call her soft.
The girl's parents were shocked, with her mother immediately wiping away her tears, and smiling gently welcoming her daughter.
"have you come home, baby?"ask her softly.
Milka did not reply just smiling and hugging her mother tightly.
Soon Milka took off the hug from her mother and jumped to her father's embrace.
Yes the girl Milka, even she cried in the arms of her father.
"hey, what's the matter?.Why menagis, hmm?"asked her father gently and rubbed his head.
"no, I'm just happy, I'm the first champion in school" Milka said, but it's true he got the first.
"really, wah, congratulations baby, we're proud of you." said her mother proudly.
Milka tries not to show that she already knows her parents' problems, even she has a plan behind her innocent face.
Not felt 3 years passed, Milka became a teenage girl, beautiful but cold.
Even all the students in his school no one dared to say hello, what else offended him.
Even without knowing, his parents he had founded the company, when he turned 16 years old.
And even he has managed to seize the shares seized by people called uncle.
And he gave it back to his parents.
Flashback off
"that's the story" said Milka ending her story.
"then, who is that guy?"ask Arion curiously.
"of course you know her, even that person became our parents' best friend" Milka said looking at her husband's face.
Arion was still digesting his wife's speech, a few seconds later he understood.
"so, is he that guy?"arion said with a face full of emotion.
Milka saw her husband's emotions immediately grabbed her and hugged her husband, so her emotions subsided a little.
"already, now we're sleeping, tomorrow I'll go back to the company" Milka said as she laid down her body.
"eits, wait a minute, where do you know your assistant?"ask Arion.
"oh, that, I used to see her when she was chased by her uncle and aunt, I just got home from the office, accidentally I saw her, I just came home from the office,and I helped him.And yes until now he became my assistant." said Milka at length.
"already, tomorrow again, now I'm tired I want to sleep" Milka said in a weak voice.
"hmm, sleep,, good night my wife, may you have a good dream" Arion said as she kissed Milka softly.
"you too" muttered Milka, Karna was already drowsy.