Loving My Brother's Beloved
Chapter 4's

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"Excuse me sir, did you call me?" Jonathan asked as he bowed in salute to his Boss.

"You've contacted Mr Wijaya for tomorrow's event, that I invite him and his daughter to the CEO transfer tomorrow?" Ask Mr. Bramasta to a tall man named Jonathan who is his confidant.

"For the invitation of Mr. Wijaya and his daughter I have conveyed directly to the secretary of Mr. Wijaya, but his secretary told me that Mr. Wijaya could not attend" explained Jonathan.

Bramasta nodded his head upon hearing Jonathan's reply. "How about his daughter?" ask her again.

"Uncertainly sir, it is likely that he will be present representing his company." Answer Jonathan.

"Hm, fine no problem. I don't want any trouble for tomorrow's show, you make it all perfect." Bramasta orders with a serious facial expression.

"Okay sir, I understand." Jonathan nodded his head.

"Huh, I forgot. You also kept an eye on the boy, he blatantly rejected my decision to get engaged to Princess Wijaya. I need you to report everything he's done in Jakarta and not let your guard down." Mr. Bramasta's orders to Jonathan.

"Sorry sir, is that okay. I'm afraid the Young Master will instead get angry at me and will get even more rebellious." Jonathan said with a worried tone, because the man knew that Kimtan was not someone who was easy to control and someone who had a temperament that was quick and stubborn.

Bramasta understood the concerns of his Secretary, but this was already his decision. There is no tolerance for this problem, because it concerns the future of the company.

"Is there anything that bothers you, sir? You seem to be thinking of something." Jonathan asked who caught the worry in his master's face.

"Nothing, I'm just tired. Well, you better rest for tomorrow. You seem to be more tired than I am, because you work more for me than I do myself." Bramasta exclaimed with a crisp voice of his laughter.

"Master Rest too, I'll always be ready if you ask me to come. I'm sorry to step down, sir." Then Jonathan bowed to Bramasta and withdrew before his master.

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"Darling, why are you still in the office?" the woman asked, as she entered her husband's office.

Bramasta raised his tired face, He looked at the woman who walked up to him. "There's some I haven't dealt with for tomorrow, haven't you slept yet?" Ask the man with lips that smile at the woman he loves.

"I'm worried about you." Isabella answered, stroking her husband's shoulder.

"You're still thinking about Kimtan?" ask Isabel.

Lips that began to smile now tightly clenched, Isabel saw that and sure enough her guess. "Don't think too much, Kimtan just came back maybe he's too tired darling."

"Hmm, maybe it's like that." Bramasta's view leads to a photo fitting on his desk, which features a picture of a family who looks happy laughing. "It's my fault in the past." Bramasta suddenly.

"No dear, I know you do that because it's the best for our son. Someday, Kimtan will understand your position dear." Isabella tried to calm her husband, she knew he loved her son very much and all he did was a father's act on his son.

"Thank you, you're always there for me." Bramasta looked at his wife's two eyeballs gently. "Let's go to the room and sleep, I don't want you to get tired from waiting for me."

"Hm." Answer Isabel smiled.

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While in a different place, Kimtan felt that he was really very chaotic. The words of his parents who arbitrarily matched him with a woman who did not know his origin made him very angry.

In reality, Kimtan knew that this was not for him but for the company. But they quibbled and said this matchmaking was because they were worried about her. "Curvy, sickening." Rough his hiss.

Pranks.

Kimtan threw the flower vase at the side of his bed to the floor, as a result of which shards of glass were scattered everywhere. After venting out all his anger violently the man picked up a flat object that was lying on his bed and langung contacted someone.

'Hallo, Mister.' Voice over the phone.

"What's my schedule tomorrow?" Ask Kimtan directly at the point.

'Tomorrow your schedule is not too congested, Sir. Only your welcoming event is held by Your Father in the company, as well as meeting with the shareholders.' Clearly Arka the person who always followed him from the country of people and is now his personal secretary.

"All right, tomorrow you'll have everything ready. Come early in the morning to my house, I don't want to pass the time." Kimtan.

"Good sir." He replied, Arka understood Kimtan's situation was not well heard from his voice that sounded unfriendly. For that man did not ask further and chose to hang up the phone.

After calling Arka, Kimtan landed his body on the bed. He looked back at the ceiling of his room, a habit he had.

"Lala, where are you?" mumbling again. It seems, Lala's name is someone who means so much to Kimtan that he keeps remembering the person.