
Early in the morning, Abraham's sleep was interrupted with a noise from in front of his room. The sound of shouting accompanied by a bang made the man snort annoyed. He knew who the owner of the voice was. Abraham had to get out of bed to open it otherwise the man would not have stopped.
"Sister!" shouted Serina—adik Abraham—as Abraham opened the door.
The girl immediately hugged her brother, making Abraham snort annoyed at the interruption of his rest. The man still wanted to rest before doing the task his father had given him.
"You just disturb. I'm gonna take a break, it's over there!"
"Ih, big sister, I still miss Big Brother," said Serina with a frown.
"No need to go to college."
Serina poked her lips in annoyance. His brother was always cold, unlike Ibrahim who was warm. However, the girl loved Abraham who always wanted to do anything for him.
"Called Mama tuh, we have breakfast together," said Serina tightly and passed away leaving her brother.
Abraham shook his head. It seems like from today his life will not be quiet, full of rules. Unlike when he was abroad, he was always free. The man was forced to obey his mother's wishes for breakfast together. He did not want to make the woman he loved sad.
After he finished cleaning himself, Abraham went to the dining room. There was already his family and a man standing behind his papa.
"Abra, come, come! Let's have breakfast first!" take Syakila.
"From today, call him Ibra. You already know that, right?" hitman.
Everyone nodded without saying a word. They know that Handi is not a person to be denied. Everything in this house must obey his orders, like it or not.
"Ibra, this is Romi. From today he will be your assistant. He'll also later tell all Ibra's activities and anyone closest to him."
Abraham looked at Romi and was taken in by the man. "Do I have to work like Ibra?"
"I told you. You'll do all of Ibrahim's activities before."
"What if I don't manage to find the culprit and Ibra is still lying on the bed like that. Do I have to be Ibra forever?"
Everyone stared at Handi, waiting for the man to open his voice. For a few minutes, he said something that surprised everyone. Is it not the same as killing Abraham's soul slowly?
"If that's what you have to do, why not?"
"Pa, I also have a life abroad. I can't stay here forever!"
"Then you have to try to find the culprit. After all the world doesn't know if I have twins. My parents only have one boy and one girl so it doesn't matter if you become Ibra."
"That's because Papa never acknowledged me as a child."
"You chose to live abroad, now you blame Papa!"
"Oh, we'd better have breakfast. It's not good to argue at the dinner table," Syakila deserves. "Romi, come on, you have breakfast too!"
"No need, Madam. I have breakfast," declined Romi who had just been silent.
Not wanting to make his mother sad, Abraham began his breakfast reluctantly. He had to work hard to find the culprit. The man could not move by himself, it would definitely take a long time. Abraham would ask his men to come and help. He believes they can definitely find the culprit quickly. Like the previous job.
After finishing breakfast, Abraham entered Ibrahim's study. Romi followed suit and explained what Ibra's work was and those around him, including the board of directors at the company. The assistant explained that all this time his superiors were quite close to all his subordinates.
There was so much for Abraham to remember, that he raised his palm while Romi was still explaining everything. The man was getting dizzy hearing his assistants explain one by one.
"You better go wherever I go. When someone wants to come near me, you can just tell me who they are. It was easier than me memorizing the faces and names of this many people."
"Good, Sir. You just have to remember this woman." Romi showed me a photo and a file. "He is your fiancee. All the data is here."
"My engagement? Very amused to hear it" murmured Abraham.
He never thought about getting into a relationship seriously. Indeed, the man often bergonta-turned-boyfriend, but it was just for entertainment only. Abraham also never had a forbidden relationship, he did not like s*x free. During the courtship, it was only a kiss.
"Salwa Al Farizy, good name." Abraham simply read his name without wanting to know about the girl. For him this task was only temporary, so all of it was not important to him.
"Sir, we'd better get to the office. It's been a month you haven't come. Many have speculated about you."
"What are they talking about Ibra?"
"There is an assumption that the Great Lord has dismissed you. There are also those who say you ran away from home because you couldn't stand the pressure of the Great Master."
Abraham laughed at the reply from his assistant. It seems like everyone knows very well about Handi's habits. Romi who saw it also felt strange because for him it was not a funny thing.
"All right, let's go." Abraham walked first followed by Romi behind him.
They boarded a car driven by Mr. Yanto. During the trip Romi gave Abraham a file for meeting materials later at noon. The assistant knows if his new boss is just a regular employee, so he gives files to study. Romi doesn't know that Abraham is very good at business.
Romi had earlier glanced at his superiors through the rearview mirror in front of him. He saw that Abraham had no interest in reading the file that the man had given him. Romi was very afraid that the meeting would fall apart. This project is very important for the company.
As soon as he got to the front of the company, Abraham immediately got out of the car followed by his assistant. Romi walked very close to his superiors, afraid that someone would rebuke them. Sure enough as he was about to enter the elevator a middle-aged man reprimanded Abraham.
"The man who came from the left who smiled at us his name, Mr. Bima. He's the finance director" Romi whispered.
"How are you, Mr. Bima," said Mr. Bima by extending his hand.
"Good."
Bima frowned because he felt strange with the greeting of Ibra. Usually, this boss will talk at length. Whether it's asking about the company or personal matters.
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