
"I mind, Pah." Givan shook his head after reading the contents of the letter.
"Loh, why?" Adi was astonished by the opinion of his eldest son.
"This is Papah's asset, I have no rights. After all, in the mine I'm a lot of Papah's capital right." Givan returned the piece of paper to his other brother.
"You're Mamah's son, Van. You have a right here" Adinda said firmly.
"Yes, I know. Only, I think it is enough from the initial capital. I didn't ask for this, Mah. I'm not Papah's son, I'm not Papah's son." Givan knows enough about it.
"You don't call me Papah, if you're not Papah's son. From your little Papah bribe, ceboki, still said not Papah's son. Don't offend parents, Van. This is Papah and Mamah's decision." Adi gives firmness to his son.
"Then I don't want to sign. With Papah asking for my signature, it means Papah will need my approval."
Adi wanted to curse his son who from childhood had dared to contradict it. "It's hard to understand that Hendra's son!" gerutu clearly.
The sister looked towards her husband. She does not like if Givan is called by her ex-husband's son, she is more willing if Givan is called her son. "My son!" Adinda patted her husband's back.
"Oh, yeah-yes." Adi assures him, to seek his safety.
"What's the reason you should refuse?" She focused her attention and questions on her son.
"Yes because I am not Adi Riyana's son, while the biggest developer is Papah. Roughly, Mamah is only the founder of Papah, while Papah owner here. Mamah just love the idea, try the funds, Papah who plunged into the field. Mamah gave input, gave development advice, while Papah again developed it directly in the field. I think that asset belongs to Papah. Despite Mamah's cooperation as his wife Papah here. I'm just Mamah's son, not Papah's son. In the beginning, I got a flat section of the field. Well, added with capital for mine I just. I think that's enough for me. I'm not asking for anything like this anymore, just add it to the child who should be more in need for his future that has not been formed. Gavin's cake, or Gibran's." Givan matures, feeling that he does not need the support of his parents' assets anymore for his future.
"We also got a flat distribution of fields, Bang. According to Papah, the division of the field for the beginning we pioneered so. The same intention of Mama Papah is so with our fields. If indeed we must be entrepreneurs in other fields of business, at least we have future savings in our coffee fields. Because this coffee field is the result of old, four years we just feel the results." Gibran spoke up about the field that his eldest brother brought.
The boy whose good looks above Givan spoke softly and subtly, hoping that his opinion would be well received, not seen as an opponent.
"Yes, Bran. But Brother objected to the value being hit flat. Other people's children's brother, brother does not want this to be your discussion behind the back. You must have thought, that Brother does not deserve the same asset value as you with the position of a stepchild. If it is a stepson, yes already determine its value with the position of brother in the eyes of the law. Only a part, a quarter or a third of that value is so" Givan said.
"Udah! Already! Chandra Love. It is not that we expect the value of the asset to be the value that Papah and Mamah write. But, we don't want to discuss this more deeply. What's try for??? You guys are still healthy. If it's just for the record, where do I have to sign? I don't want to have these debates." Ghifar rolled his gaze one by one towards his brothers. "What does it want worth? The rest will go to Chandra. Time kek assets that I have, abusyik down to the grandson of the first offspring of the child concerned." Ghifar fixed his gaze on Givan.
"Yes, that's it. If Bang Givan was later most dramas and stories, one conflict about Ai was almost two hundred episodes not yet round-the-scenes. Moreover, if added to the aftermath of assets. It will be over soon. There is, Pah. The rest love Chandra. Let's finish it, it's not flawed" Ghavi said quickly.
"Where are the others?" Adi asked her other children.
"I agree, Pah. I don't care, my husband is rich now." The Giska chirp that made everyone chuckle amusedly.
"Where, Cut?" Adinda rubs her stepson's shoulder.
"Udah! Already! No more protests. The letter asks to be renewed, sir. Or, how good is it?" Adi's decision cannot be contested.
"Write your hand, sir. Let me help you, you'll be added to the stamp duty." Notaries listened to their conversation from now on.
"But, Pah." Givan still disagrees with the decision taken together.
"Udah, we'll take this deal so there's no more debate. You all agree, right?" Adi pointed at all his children.
"Agree, Pah," said everything simultaneously.
"OK, let Papah update the contents. What's the value of a quarter of Givan's, sir?" Adi spoke to the notary back.
"I'll recalculate first, sir."
They all ended up affixing his signature willingly. The certificate of distribution of assets was finally completed, with a grandson's name that was so expensive in their eyes. Later in his time, Chandra will be informed of the efforts he must develop later.
They all disperse, as their children whine in search of the whereabouts of their parents. The child's frenzied cry looking for his parents, as the end of today's chat at Adinda and Adi's residence.
The descendants of Adi and Adinda do their activities as usual, without thinking about the signatures of those who are on the stamp. They did not expect the possessions of their parents, they only wanted their parents to live eternally guiding them in this world.
"Van, what was Nadya?" Adinda held her eldest son to leave her yard.
"Back, kid. But Papa, go home with Papa." Givan distracts Ra from his arms.
"Papa, go home." Ra whined towards Ghifar who was walking towards them.
"Yuk, home. Who the hell is playing here? Nahda's not coming, is Ra here?" Ghifar took the girl's hand.
"Same Brother Jasmine." Ra steps away with Ghifar.
"How was Nadya, Van?" Adinda repeated her question.
"Well home, Mah. Zio does not want to see Nadya again, the response is not good. I didn't expect it either, Zio didn't want to hear anything about the ugliness of his parents. This thought is mature, Mah. She's....." Givan told me everything about the other side of his son.
Adinda mangosteen listened, with occasional re-questions to make sure he heard. Not much conversation with Zio, making Adinda a little difficult to recognize the closed child since childhood. He never felt like he was differentiating his grandson.
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