Marry The Heir
Compromises

The term “Insect likes the brightest lights” seems to be true. Since officially confirmed to be the main leader of the Hardjoyo Group quickly business partners approached him.

Lunch offers, golfing, party invitations and other fun seems to be the usual thing they do to attract attention from the new leadership. Young, handsome, successful and of course single is the main attraction that a Kean has.

“Master, the space leader of the group invites you to lunch on the weekend. What sir can?” Roy was the one who asked Kean the most. Since the first day Kean worked, I don't know how many invitations he was forced to refuse because Kean did not want to leave.

“No! Nah! No!” it's always Kean's answer. The time to work is drained by the number of meetings. Moreover, he is not a person who easily mingles with new people. There is always a distance that makes it seem exclusive.

“Master, this kind of meeting is important for you, in order to keep close proximity to business relations.” That was the advice Roy could give after his young master had rejected too much.

A little thought, being at the top of a company means no longer doing work in front of a computer. But maintaining the image of the company and the leader remains good so that it is easy to get business relations, as Sigit has been doing. And slowly Kean seemed to be forced to pull on the wall of good image that was always maintained by Sigit.

Must always try to look perfect with all the demands given by the board of directors so that Kean still maintain the good name of his company.

Not only the achievement problems they see but personal problems that sometimes begin to be associated with work problems.

“Schedule 2 such meetings in one week. The rest is just business meetings.” Kean started to soften. However, he realized that maintaining the image was important.

“Good sir.” Roy finally breathed a sigh of relief. It takes patience-draining persuasion to get Kean to take his advice.

The sound of knocking on the door of Kean's study room rang out loud. Before long, one of the secretaries appeared from behind the door.

“Excuse me sir, there's Mr. Brata waiting for you in the living room.” His word.

Kean could only sigh deeply. Many of his papa acquaintances suddenly came as if he was obliged to accept their presence without his refusal. All appear one by one and almost simultaneously like mushrooms in the rainy season.

“Hem. I'm going there right away.” Followed with laziness.

The secretary left after Roy gave him the order.

Kean moved out of his place, tidying up his coat and hair. The appearance must always be neat, as said Disa this morning “Your appearance is a reflection of the company you lead mr.” He said as he put this diamond-patterned tie around his neck.

Yes, for that reason he should soften a little and keep his appearance. Started eating pomade and perfume.

“Keaan..” exclaim Brata when seeing Kean's arrival. He embraced Kean intimately though never quite this familiar.

“How does it feel to sit where your papah used to be?” the question feels more like satire. Was he not born to carry on the throne?

Brata knew, Kean was so difficult to ask to sit in his position now and thanks to the persistence of Sigit he was finally willing.

“Ya, quite tiring om.” Sahut Kean who scratched his temple indifferently.

“Hahaha.. You will also get used to it. Slow down, enjoy the new rhythm and atmosphere where your speech and forefinger become the most sacred thing and be followed by anyone.” Reveal Brata while patting Kean on the shoulder. Clearly behind his friendly attitude, Brata is a dictator. As he said, his speech and persuasion became mandatory.

Kean just nodded and smiled diplomatically.

“Oh yes, if you want to take your lunch. No agenda yet, right?” bargain without further ado.

Kean seemed to think. To be honest he missed the lunch made by Disa but seemed to reject the invitation of this man was not a good thing.

“Come! Om also asked your papah and he agreed.” Its impact by containing a lot of coercion.

“Iya om.” what can be made, the choice is only one, must agree.

In a restaurant that serves this fish-based menu Kean in herbal medicine. An exclusive round table they occupy three, Kean, Brata and of course Sigit.

Sigit and Brata are still busy exchanging stories about their youth that are said to be exciting and proud. Telling the long journey of their respective companies, the conditions fall and survive until finally both reach the peak of success.

“You are lucky to be a sigit, your son can continue your business. Well I, my son is the only girl and he prefers his own job.” Complain Brata.

Sigit chuckled proudly. “Yes even if you have a daughter but someday she will bring a husband who can continue your business. Not difficult, is it?” sahut Sigit with ease.

“Yes you are right, it's just that I have to be more selective in choosing a future husband for my daughter. Can't be careless. Must have the criteria of ideal ghost candidate.” Firmly Brata while glancing at Kean.

Kean who is engrossed in enjoying his food pretends not to understand the direction of Brata's conversation which several times touched on the problem of his daughter who is quite familiar with Kean.

“Kean must also have a partner. I'm old, I have to make sure I have a grandson who will be the successor of this company.” Connect Sigit while staring at Kean who stopped his chewing. It seems he doesn't agree too much.

From these pleasantries, it felt like he could already read the direction of the two men's conversation before him. This meeting may have been planned by both.

“What are you waiting for? Is there a candidate?” true no, Brata's goal is not much different from other fathers who offer Kean to get acquainted with his daughter.

“Currently, kean is still focused with the company. However I am sure in the near future he will think about it.” Sigit answered Brata's question to his son.

In his heart right now he is proud to play a father to Kean but in Kean's mind, this is just a trick to make him comply with Sigit's wishes.

“Hahaha.. You are indeed the understanding of sigit. Romance is a young man's business. We just push. It's just, you certainly already know the princess om. Maybe it will be easier to establish closeness with people you have known since a long time ago.” Brata's sentence is indeed diplomatic but still ended with a coercion.

“I and princess om are friends and always seem to be more suitable as friends.” Kean subtly rejected Brata's offer.

“Kean, the more you get to know someone, the easier it is for you to have a strong bond with that person. Why not, you think of princess om brata as a woman, not as a friend.” Sigit confirmed. He throws a smile at Brata who then embraced Brata with enthusiasm.

“A few more days, company anniversary om. You can come, right? This is about directly loh.” Barat Brata with great determination. Of course this is also a compulsion.

Kean put the spoon in his hand with a bit of roughness. He began to meditate with this matchmaking plan.

“I try to come, but only in my honor at the invitation om.” Strictly Kean did not want to mince words.

“Kean! Keep your attitude.” Sigit's bully who was visibly emotional heard his son's reply.

Brata tried to hold her best friend in a gesture of shaking her head. He knew Kean was not someone who could be forced, but he knew there would be times when Kean could be destroyed. Just have to wait.

*****

“Di Foundation. Why?”

“Do not go anywhere, I go there.” Kean in a hurry. He immediately picked up his phone and got into the car.

After lunch with Sigit and Brata, it felt like there was something he had to solve before his matchmaking problem was discussed again.

An Education Foundation that Kean came to with a girl waiting for him at the door. He smiled at Kean's sudden arrival without any prior notice.

“Tumben you stopped by here. What's up?” welcome the beautiful girl who is none other than Clara.

The Education Foundation owned by Clara is an Education foundation dedicated to aspiring models. He managed it with some of his friends after coming home from America.

The girl that was discussed by Brata was the same girl. She is the only daughter of a successful property entrepreneur who is Sigit's best friend.

“Gue need to say the same lo.” Timpal Kean quickly.

“What the hell, so hurry. Kayak again kebelet want to marry aja.” Ledek Clara's. He takes Kean to a room that is Clara's workspace.

“Lo already know?” ask Kean. Hearing Clara's joke, it was certain that her best friend knew about their parents' plans.

“Hem.” Sitting a bottle of cold drink on Kean.

“Lo will refuse, right?” sitting in one corner of the sofa. He had intended to get Clara to reject their arranged marriage plan.

“Why do you think that I will refuse?” For Clara it's more fun to argue a little with Kean who seems stressed to hear their matchmaking plans.

“Lagian, you're lucky to be a wife like me. Beautiful, independent, famous and certainly will not nudge anything.”  Lightweight impact.

“As for Claire, you're the same I know. There will be no such thing between you and me. I'm not my type and I'm not my type either. That's the most basic reason.” Kean did not want to lose to convince Clara to refuse.

“Who said?” Clara moved from her seat, moved to Kean's side and slightly brought her body closer.

“Gue tau, which in need of men is not limited to love. But a seductive body. And I got it.” Whisper Clara while rubbing Kean's jaw with her index finger.

“Claire!” Kean brushed off Clara's hand which he thought was too bold.

“Hahahha.. Wh why? Adek lo wake up?” pointing at the bottom of Kean's body with the corner of his eye.

“Damn lo! Ade I wake up also picky.” Kean moved from his place, he was not comfortable to be close to women especially Clara who was very khatam anatomy of the male body.

Looking at Kean's behavior, it felt like Clara wanted to laugh. Kean was always cold towards women. It was natural that this matchmaking burdened him.

“Lo tau ken, our matchmaking is only considering the benefits. I will be considered lucky to be the wife of a successful young businessman and you are lucky to have a wife like me. And the more fortunate, because the level of popularity and wealth of our family will increase.” Clara said convincingly.

He tries to be realistic on the matchmaking plan he and Kean. For his parents, he will feel calm when Clara is in the hands of a man who can guarantee his daughter's life without the need to fear lack.

“So, what's wrong if we try?” Clara looked at Kean meaningfully.

But it's not easy to influence Kean. Clara and Kean are different. Either because he had the same thoughts as his parents or for some other reason. It's just that basically realistically every woman wants certainty and reassurance for her future.

“It's like this, not make it try Claire. A marriage made just for profit will not make us happy. When we have financial problems, at that time the marriage relationship will be threatened. And I can't risk it.” Firm Kean.

“Wow! Where do you learn about marriage? Didn't you ever think about marriage? You can't even cut a girl. Or you are crooked?” look at Clara who was chuckling at the end of her sentence.

“Claire, stop joking. I seriously. I don't want this match. You won't be happy with me because I don't have any feelings for you. Plis, it's for the good of you too!” Kean half begged.

Clara seemed to think for a moment. A long look ahead of there. Honestly, he admitted that his relationship with Kean was not for a relationship bound by a marriage. Their principles are too different and again their feelings already belong to someone else.

“Yes, I considerbangin.” Timbal Clara finally.

“YES!!” exclaim Kean. He finally persuaded Clara. This rock mountain can also be invited to compromise.

“Don't mince first.” Tepis Clara's. “Lo is too cool to feel seneng.” His impression that looked at Kean with a thin grin.

“Loh, what else does not have to make me smile. Our relationship will not work. It's natural that I'm seneng.” Kean with full confidence.

“We do agree, not necessarily our parents agree. You still have to skimp on lo.” Clara tried to remind me. He knew how strong their parents wanted him. It is not easy to argue with the wishes of both.

“Lo by Claire. I still have to step up my bokap.” Kean leaned his body limp. He still had to think hard how to convince his father and minimize the commotion that might occur.

“Ya is not lo doang to think about. I also.” Timpal Clara's.

They leaned back on the sofa, both thinking of the best way to talk to their parents.

"Lo doesn't want to be with me, not because you're in love with another woman, right?" ask Clara suddenly.

Kean just smiled, did not argue or agree to Claire's question.

"Fell in love? Can I really feel it?" kean closed his eyes.

*****