Loving My Brother's Beloved
Chapter 2's

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In the end Irine chose to go to the director. However, not yet after his frustration subsided. The woman had to be patient again withstanding her patience, how not? Just imagine, he had just entered and was not yet welcome to sit down the man directly sniffed this at him.

"As soon as you take care of tomorrow's show and don't make an inch of tomorrow's mistakes, you know the Chairman's coming tomorrow." Said the old man Bangka commanding Irine.

"Good sir." Reply Irine obediently. Although his heart sighed withholding his regret, if not someone older than him he had already chopped his mouth with a pile of files on his desk.

"Make everything perfect and you ...." The director paused his voice and pointed his index finger at Irine's face. "don't be late! Anyway you have to come on time, I don't tolerate it anymore until you're late." The Director handed over several maps to Irine.

Irine develops her smile by force and picks up the map. "Good Sir. I'll carry out all your orders without exception." Irine said obediently, her tone also emphasized in each sentence.

"Yes already. You can go and continue your work!" The director's order returned and was nod by Irine, the woman passed away leaving her arrogant and careless superior.

Irine closed the brown door a little hard, if the boss was going to nag her again too. Irine took her breath in, it was enough of her sense of patience She was really upset with such an arrogant director.

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Elsewhere, the Palace House belongs to the Bramasta family, a family famous for its extraordinary business empire. The man who is the sole heir of Bramasta named Kimtan has just arrived in Jakarta after years of living in the country of people.

The door of the room was slowly opened, then he turned on the lamp so that the room that he had long missed.

"Nothing has changed." He muttered with a soft tone of voice.

Kimtan went straight into his room, laying his weary body on his soft mattress. His eyes were closed, enjoying every minute of the long time He had passed. "Haahhh, this is very comfortable." he sighed.

His eyes opened, staring at the ceiling. Look away at the memories of a few years ago.

"When those days are so long gone, yet somehow the memories with you are still in my shadow."

Tok tok tok tok

Kimtan turned his face towards the brown door, when he heard the door of his room knock. Now his rest must be disturbed when someone knocks on the door of his room several times, with a sense of laziness the man stepped his feet to open the door of his room.

Click.!

The door was opened by Kimtan, the look on his face showing a hostile expression staring at the man's servant.

The well-dressed male servant bowed half his body saluting.

"Hn, I'll catch up." Kimtan replied flatly, still with his annoying expression. After feeling enough, Kimtan again closed the door to his room.

The man sighed violently, in fact he did not want to see his parents because he felt very tired and needed a break after his long flight. But if he does not meet both then there will be a very boring fight tomorrow.

Finally, with a lazy step, Kimtan went to meet his parents. I don't know what they're going to talk about, he's really not interested. Kimtan slowly went down the steps one by one, the man could see his parents were relaxing on the sofa in the living room.

Just as his feet were coming down the last steps, Kimtan had heard his mother's voice calling and he was just staring at the two indifferently.

"Dear come here, son." Said Isabel the great Lady of Bramasta and was the mother of a Kimtan. "Sit here!" Pinta Isabel gently patted the seat next to her, allowing her beloved child to immediately join her.

Not listening to his mother's orders, Kimtan instead prefers to sit opposite his parents.

"What business is it?" Kimtan asked straight to the point and ignored Mother's voice that had been sweet to him ever since.

Her mother smiled wryly at the behavior of her son, who always ignored her questions. His lips were tightly clenched, He was afraid that if he said something else his son would say something even more hurtful.

"alright. I don't want to make any more pleasantries." Mr. Bramasta took a slow breath, looking at his son's face seriously.

"Your father and mother have been talking about this for a long time, we agreed that you marry your colleague's son after the change of CEO tomorrow. So I hope ..--

"I'm sorry." said Kimtan interrupted his father's words, he looked at the faces of the two did not like. This was why he was so lazy to meet his parents, they always decided something without asking him first.

"Is there nothing more important than this, you called me here just for silly things." The young man's lips sizzled, his eyes both staring dislikely. "Is it just something like this, you called me here?" The lips again asked in a soft tone of voice over and over again to the two people before him, his face showing a sense of unease.

Kimtan's parents stared at each other as they listened to the question his Son asked.

"Kimtan baby, that's not how it is, son. We're really worried about you, for that we prepared this a long time ago." Madame Isabel said with her voice weakened.

Kimtan snorted annoyedly. 'worried? Cih, what nonsense is this! They are not worried about me but their treasure. Kimtan Inner. "If there's nothing you want to talk about anymore, I'll go." Kimtan said coldly.

"Don't be like that!" Mr. Bramasta's thunderous voice filled the room, his face staring intently at his only son with fury.

While Kimtan just stared lazily at his parents and passed away leaving both.

"Kimton." Shouted Mr. Bramasta calling out the name of his son who ignored the two. "You see, because it was you who always spoiled him so this is how." exclaimed Mr. Bramasta memijit temple.

Kimtan prefers to go and ignore the call from his Father and Mother, he just kept climbing the stairs to his room. Kimtan knew that his father was very angry at his disrespectful treatment like this, but he could what if he saw the faces of both of those bad memories just kept twirling around in his head and he hated those memories so much. Hates him so much that he makes his breath become tight.

Arriving at his room, Kimtan sat by his bedside staring at a picture frame that he deliberately displayed on a small table beside his bed. "Lala, I miss you. How long do I have to endure this longing?" Kimtan cried in a soft voice, while continuing to look at the photo of his lover who was out of nowhere at this time.