
Ezra Arsenio Lewend, a 31-year-old former CEO at the company he founded three years ago, has been turned into a property for his beloved sister. Trouble he pioneered from scratch, but now? With ease Vyu mama Ezra gave up the company of his eldest son to turn into the property of his youngest son, namely, Ezra's sister.
"This is already in the category of persecution, Ma. Although different paths," continued Ezra when the Mama treated bruises on the abdomen that slightly distended it.
Vyu was clucking in anxiety, to the point that he deliberately pressed the cotton right against the bruise he was treating. Ezra was only able to grimace getting treatment from his mother.
"Lebay you are. Naturally he is so, his name is also still the process of maturation." Vyu placed the medicines on the table nearby after finishing the treatment. "You're even worse" he continued.
Ezra did not accept. Vyu who saw it even cut funny.
"Forgot?" ask Vyu.
"I'll forget that, Mama didn't bring it back."
"Basic! Eleven twelve was like her father" said Vyu, then she left Ezra.
Ezra, who was busy with his phone, was immediately shocked by the voice of the man in the black uniform.
"Mas, the car's ready."
"You, yes, Jal is like an angel of death. Make a hanger."
Jalu, who was his personal driver, scratched his head that was not itchy.
"Sorry, Mas. I didn't know that, Mas Ezra was that serious."
"Yes, already. Let's go" he said as he walked first.
Both are already in the car and are in the middle of the capital Jakarta.
...Ω...
Three years of living with om and tantenya is not easy for a girl named Sabiya Paramaditha Dhara. Yes, the 18-year-old girl was abandoned by both parents due to the disease suffered by both.
His behavior always makes people around him feel upset, who knows if it all just covers up his loneliness the last three years.
When she heard that her father was suffering from lungs, Ditha hated men for smoking. Not only that at the same time, his mother followed the father to the creator. With the pain he suffered, the brain cancer. Really the world at that moment was suddenly pitch black, the life of a girl who had just stepped on 15 years at that time was like losing her way.
How, no? Both of her parents hid the illness from her and when the death approached them, Ditha could not believe it. His father was three years old with lungs and his mother was only one year old and without the girl knowing it, it turned out that the disease that had been said to be just an ordinary disease even became an extraordinary disease.
'There's a message for you, before I go far. Be a responsible person, after making a mistake to a human. If you can't help, at least apologize.'
The words were always ringing, when he missed the late mother. However, for a moment Ditha recalled the same words as her late mother. Yes, he heard back from the lips of a different person, but why was his words exactly the same?
"Tau, ah dizzy I thought of her words. Bodo time if he wants to go far to the planet or to the earth, I think!" grunts, entering the bathroom.
Ditha's footsteps stopped when she wanted to pass through her room, her phone rang a sign of an incoming call. He immediately picked up and answered the incoming call.
"Hello sir. What's up?"
[I'm not bothering Ditha? ]
Ditha laughed blandly.
"Yes, it's very disturbing sir."
[Oh, sorry. Then I'll call you later. ]
"No, sir, what's the matter?"
"Now it is!" tukas Ditha and immediately sounding weirdness from there.
[ Okay. I just want to ask tolo— ]
"Solicit what please?"
It sounded from there and it made Ditha laugh without a sound.
[Hear first, don't keep cutting! The Paramaditha Sabiya Dhara. ]
"Sir David songong, yes! My full name is behind it. Never before has the spirit of Susana come, yes!"
[ Eh? Yes, I've apologized. I'd like to ask you a favor, tomorrow you go to my room, huh? ]
Both of Ditha's eyebrows almost fused not to forget also mimic his face is still filled with annoyance.
"Well?" resounding.
Indeed, this one child is not polite at all when talking to his own teacher. Let alone the teacher, om and tantenya the same as he ketusin, but the original is good. It may have been natural from birth, but believe me Ditha is very good.
[There is something you have to do, tomorrow I will explain in school. ]
Mr. David decided on the call first, after Ditha confirmed it. Ditha who saw it immediately clucked in annoyance.
"Why me, okay?"
Given the events of yesterday made Ditha become urgency, especially negative thoughts began to appear.
If I meet Ezra, he keeps talking to me. I have to what?
If suppose in his room there is om Ezra, what should my attitude be?
If I'm told to buy this, give this to Ezra. What should I give Alesan?
"Argh! Tau ah, my sprain." Just this time Ditha looks overthinking, against something that she might not really care about. However, it seems that at this time Ditha's brain is blunt can not think clearly.
...Ω...
It only took half an hour to reach the location they were headed to and finally the car they were riding in had arrived in front of the two-story mansion.
Jalu entered the car garage, while Ezra was already in the living room. When he entered this house, he was immediately greeted by a domestic assistant who worked at his residence.
"Excuse me, Sir. The drink is ready" said the middle-aged woman after putting a glass of drink on the table.
Ezra looked up, then smiled. "Thank you, Bi."
Jui nodded with a smile. "Either. Ladies and gentlemen, aren't you coming, sir?"
"No, Bi."
It looks very lonely, because it is only inhabited by five people. Four men employed by Ezra and one man himself. However, sometimes workers in his house there are living with him and some are returning home. In fact their original residence was not too far from work, they Ezra workers still had their reasons and Ezra also understood them.
After it was felt that nothing was needed by his master anymore. Jui returns to the pantry to finish her job. Ezra entered the bedroom with a glass of his drink. Putting his body briefly on the mattress, felt his fatigue was gone then he entered the bathroom to clean his body.
...Ω...