Marry The Heir
Mirrors

“What do you want to talk to me about?” that sentence became the beginning of the conversation of a husband and wife who had not happened for a very long time.

Stiff and straight to the core of the problem. No pleasantries indicate that they have a closer relationship than the other person.

Husbands and wives are generally used to talking about many things about their families. Discuss family issues ranging from their health condition, future plans, children's lives and occasionally about vacation plans.

But it never happened in the household life of Sigit and Arini. Nearly 30 years into marriage, they are still strangers to each other. Talk seriously only when they have important talking material. There is no time where they try to get to know each other, like a married couple in general. They are tied to a marriage but their hearts are not linked. Too many things are missed until sometimes Arini thinks, what can still be called a husband and wife relationship?

Sigit focused on life for the company while Arini focused on his health. They walk each other, not on the same rail. Until the talk about family becomes a hard thing for them to start.

“What did you do to my son?” arini's question was straight to the point.

After successfully urging Kinar to tell a story, he finally knew everything. What her husband did to the child, also to Disa who was still standing outside.

“Nothing, I just made sure that my son chose the right woman.” His voice sounded light. Very sweet, as if he was a father who understood the true needs of his son.

He leaned leisurely to his desk, crossing his arms in front of his chest. His authority cannot be denied.

“Your son? Did I not hear wrong?”

Arini smiled slightly at the end of her sentence. Itching his ears when he heard Sigit say that Kean was his son. Why not see their relationship like father and son in general?

“Rin, for this matter I ask you not to interfere. I'm his father, I know what's best for my son.” Sigit tried to affirm his sentence. He did not want to debate what his decision was.

“And I'm his mother!!” Arini straight up.

“I know better what makes my son happy!” arini with great emphasis. His eyes barked at Sigit boldly.

All this time she only accepted what was her husband's decision. But this time, if this concerned Kean's future, he wouldn't stay silent. He dares to confront Sigit and defies a decision that could upset his son.

“Rin, I'm also trying for the same! Clara was the right choice. She is a good woman and from a good family. I know Brata and what her family is like. This is the best for kean.”

Sigit was still adamant about his decision. Not wanting to be denied for any reason. There is nothing better than the daughter of her best friend.

“But kean not love mas same clara. Kean loves other women. Don't make them part because of your selfishness!”

“The waiter you mean?!” sigit's eyes started to bark. When he remembered Disa's face, his anger seemed to rise again. How could a girl from a distinguished family compare to a servant.

“Yes. He's a waitress but he's got a name. And she's the woman our son loves. What's wrong?”

Arini did not lower her gaze in the least. It was obviously challenging to stare at Sigit in anger. If he had to argue, then for the sake of his son he was ready to face.

Sigit smiled sarcastically at Arini. “Stupid! You think Kean would be happy to marry a waiter? His feelings were only temporary. He forgot to use his reasoning.” he stepped closer to Arini. The words were made slowly but with great emphasis.

“YA! Of course he'll be happy!” Arini with complete confidence.

“Do you not learn from what happened to us?”

“You married me, a woman from a distinguished family, the successor of a property business, smart and beautiful.”

“But it's just a mask to look perfect in the presence of others. We don't even look like husband and wife. We are only two people who were forced together to maintain the wealth of our parents and their image to always be remembered as a family of conglomerates with abundant wealth.”

“We are forced to give birth to a human who will be the successor of our wealth but can never be our son.”

“You realize that choosing a partner based on caste is not a benchmark we can feel happy? Have we ever been happy with this marriage?”

Arini's question sounded poignant. His right eye began to shed tears as he recalled what had happened to his current life. With Sigit he has everything. Abundant wealth, a son he could be proud of but he had no happiness. The basic thing that can make a person feel alive.

“If you are unhappy, you should not have to return from america.” In fact, that answer was then said Sigit cynically.

“I've let you go, trying to give you a new life by living in America. It's not my fault that you chose to go home and regain that unhappy feeling.” Still with the haughtiness of that sentence said Sigit. In his mind his kindness was too great to be misunderstood by Arini.

“Mas! Where are you feeling anyway?!” arini's voice began to tremble. Not because of fear of facing Sigit but because of his disappointment that began to peak.

“You never let me go to be happy. You dumped me!”

“You thought me and kean were a disgrace in this family so you threw us as far away as possible. And in order to be with the woman you love, you would betray me."

"You're saying I'm happy there? You don't even care if I'm alive or not? Can I still breathe, can I still eat and have you ever thought of that? No, right?"

Then do you think I can be happy with what you did for me? I should thank you so?”

Seen a cynical smile at the end of Arini's sentence. His eyes were red and wet. Sigit in his face even looked away, whether he did not care about what Arini felt or he fortified his heart so as not to be moved.

“I did not marry a man who loved me but, I think I still married a man who had a heart.”

“You're too cold. Your interests are everything. You don't care about anyone else and right now you're taking away my son's happiness. Do you still have a heart, mas?!”

Arini's voice began to break. He did not think about what was in Sigit's head. Why is it so hard to change the mind of this one fool.

Sigit's hands were clenched strong. Either he held back his emotions or held a strong blow to his chest from what Arini said.

“This one time, be my husband. Be the father of my son. I beg.”

Arini started to grope. If he could not hit Sigit's heart in a rude way, he might be devastated by seeing Arini pleading.

Wouldn't the superior man start to let his guard down when he saw his enemy was weak?

Yes, Arini no longer felt that the man in front of her was her husband. Sigit, like a heartless human being who only considers everything based on his logic.

The man turned to face Arini. Looking at his wife's sad face full of hope. Just a few moments he tried to understand what was on Arini's mind and balance what was on his head. There was no line of equation that crossed his mind. Because there is never the same conclusion from two different viewpoints.

“You can ask for anything, beg for anything. But not to beg that waitress to be a part of this family.” His voice was slow, but full of emphasis.

“MAS!!!”

Arini. Defense's collapsed. Tears that were often difficult to get out of the corner of his eyes this time dripped just like that. So strong was the emotional impulse of his anger that he could do what he could not do before. Crying out.

“I WILL NOT LET THE SERVANT'S BLOOD FLOW IN THE BODY OF THE HARDJOYO FAMILY!” exclamation Sigit without being refuted.

“Oh so just because of that? Because he's a waiter?!” sahut Arini did not lose out hard.

"Kean," cried Arini who hard-earned to hold her cry.

*****

It was quietly outside the door like a fool and walked around with a feeling of uncertainty. That's what Disa is doing right now when she hears the debate inside Sigit's room. It did not sound clear just a few words that he could hear clearly and with great emphasis.

As he twisted his interlocking fingers, his brain thought of trying to re-tell what was going on in there. Is the big madam okay? Why does the raucous voice sometimes try to raise the tone of his voice to be higher but choked by a stiff throat.

There are emotions in the words uttered by both employers. Disa tried not to steal the contents of the conversation master and his great mistress. But his presence too close to the door made him still hear some of their debate.

Arini was full of disappointment and Sigit with his authority fixed on his choice. The personality that supports his superlative life, makes him free to think about anything and live the life he thinks is most right.

From earlier his heart also slipped when I sneak-sayup he heard the name Clara called. It was the young master's betrothal that they debated. What should he do now? Is it to stand here and make sure the big madam is okay or go away so there's no need to hear anything?

Where's Kinar? Why is there not a single person in this house who looks to pass by around him? Where'd they? Was it just Disa who was breathing in this house and was in a condition that could not resist what she had to face?

Coming at the right time, maybe that's what Kean is doing right now.

Suddenly both of his burly hands grabbed Disa's shoulders until the girl gasped. He covered his ears with both hands as if he knew there was a part that should not be heard by his girl.

“Master?” her thin lips trembled with an anxious face mixed with fear. It felt like he wanted to take shelter behind Kean's body but then he realized, that at this time Kean might not be the place to seek shelter. The burden of his young master was heavier than what he should bear.

Why did his heart hurt when he saw Kean's cold face with anxiety tucked into his handsome face.

“I WILL NOT LET THE SERVANT'S BLOOD FLOW IN THE BODY OF THE HARDJOYO FAMILY!” sigit's cry was then heard to the outside of the room.

Luckily Kean had already closed his ears until the girl only gawked at his sudden arrival. This is the way he can protect his heart.

Kean lowered his head, Sigit's sentence was like a hard slap on his face. The slap that gave a reddish scar was not only on his face but also the wound on his heart. The man never changes, always looks at something of equality.

“Oh so just because of that? Because he's a waiter?!” sahut Arini did not lose out hard.

Kean could hear the anger that Arini was trying to express through his raucous voice. He realized, he could not let everything continue let alone make Disa hear everything.

He turned his body facing towards the stairs then leaned over to whisper and opened his palm slightly, replacing it with the palm of Hiss to cover his ears.

“Don't hear anything. Go, I'll take care of mamah.” Slowly flowed. Like knowing what Disa needs right now, not hearing anything.

Disa did not turn her head, only fixated for a moment and then nodded. Kean lowered his hand and let Disa take a step away leaving him. He could only look at the girl's tense back like there were thousands of tons of weights on her shoulders.

“Sorry sa, because I put you in this condition.” Inner Kean with a nanar gaze fixed on Disa.

I don't know how he feels right now. Maybe his mind has a lot of confusion. But her girl is too strong not to judge her messy family. His belief was too strong that Kean was much luckier than him, because he had complete parents.

Yes, physically complete but not emotionally.

Regardless of his thoughts about Disa, Kean immediately walked into Sigit's study.

“BRAKK!!” the sound of the door hitting open became a marker of his arrival.

Two people in front of him looked dumbstruck as well as surprised to see Kean's sudden arrival. Highlight his sharp and cold eyes, staring for a moment at Sigit's eyes that were still barking. His attention immediately turned to Arini and bowed in place with the teardrops he gently wiped away.

“Mood is fine?” Kean bent his knees in front of Arini, watching his mother's facial expressions closely.

Arini just nodded without even showing her face to Kean. He knew what he showed would then be a burden to his son. But Kean cares a lot about what his mother feels. He grabbed Arini's chin, making those withered eyes look at him sadly.

Arini wiped her tears slowly and rubbed her cheeks with her thumb.

One heavy breath was taken by Kean before facing the Sigit. He moved from his place and stood up to challenge his father.

“What should be like this way papah treat mamah?” his tone of voice was already unfriendly.

Too much anger was rumbling in his chest.

Arini immediately grabbed Kean's hand, grasping it tightly so that her son would not lose control.

Sigit smiled sarcastically, he could see the aura of anger that his son was harboring. “Papah just did what papah was supposed to do.” Legs lightly. He approached Kean making their distance very close. “Make sure there is no servant blood mixed with the holy blood of hadjoyo family.” Her impact ended with the same smile.

“What's that all in papah's head? Can't papah consider a bit of other people's feelings? Does papah not feel how warm to see others happy with his choice?” kean protested without being able to stand.

He let go of Arini's hand and clenched his hand firmly. His anger is getting flared up but he is still trying to hold it.

Sigit turned to turn his back on Kean. Look at the picture of my father in front of him. His lips smiled faintly but then his face turned cold.

“Papah just trying to keep everything in place.” He said with complete confidence.

“Pah! Not everyone should think like papah.”

“Papah may not know what it feels like to be happy, not know what it feels like to be calm and comfortable. But that doesn't mean that feeling doesn't exist. Papah cannot force everyone to feel what you feel. And papah also can not kill the feelings of others who are different from papah.” Reject Kean was no less sure.

A person who cannot accept the feelings of others or see what others are feeling, is one who swallows too much disappointment. Sigit may be one of them until this haughty man can not tolerate what Kean feels today.

There was a small laugh from Sigit's mouth. He tapped his finger on the table, as he was thinking, trying to digest what his son was saying. But, nonsense. No shadow flashed through his mind when he heard Kean's words. Everything is just pseudo, just the stupidity felt by someone who is in love.

“Whatever you want to say.” The man turned to look at Kean. “One thing you should know, one day you will feel what Papah feels. Talking in papah style and behaving as papah does at this time.”

“That blood is strange, you cannot deny it. And one day, you will realize that what papah does is the most right thing.” His words spoken as calmly as possible made Kean even more fed up.

How could his father have a heart as hard as a rock? Why is it so hard to change Sigit's mind?

Sigit looked down on his only dumbstruck son. He smiled with satisfaction because it was like successfully planting a seed of mind in his son's mind. His goal. It makes Kean think what he wants.

*****