Marry The Heir
Solitariness

Earth's tranquility did not last long when the fire nation began to fire its fireball as a sign of starting a war. That's what Sigit did when he forced Kean to meet him at the main house.

Arguing, it was definitely what they would do. Two heads who have different ideals and desires forever will never meet at the same conclusion. .

Back Kean stood before Sigit with the same vexation. Different he no longer has fear because he is sure to have mastered what he should have mastered so that Sigit will not dwell.

“Your blood pressure has improved sir. Be sure to get enough rest and take medication regularly.” There are still doctors who check Sigit's health regularly, making Kean have to be patient asking why Sigit forced him to come.

Come, yes he prefers to use the word on appeal replace it with the word home. For Kean, this house was just a building that he could never call home as a destination for him to go home. There are no good memories stored in this house other than the horrors and feelings of being ignored.

“Good doc, will I notice.” Marwan who gave an answer because his great master was only fixated, looked out the window of the room before him. Like he was thinking something.

“Good, I'm sorry.” The young doctor nodded in disdain before leaving from before the people in this room.

“Let me between.” Marwan chooses to leave, giving Kean and Sigit a chance to start the conversation.

He could sigh with relief because in the end Kean was free to talk to Sigit. Either what the middle-aged man wanted after the company was completely under Kean's control.

“Papah listen, you're overhauling the subsidiary. Some management ranks even have you replaced. Is that fun?” asked Sigit who finally turned to Kean and looked at his son coldly.

Kean who is very difficult to force into the company but now instead overhaul the total order he has made. Kean even got rid of the people he placed as his confidants to keep paying attention to the condition of the company so that he still has control.

Kean smiled faintly, now he understood apparently this was the reason Sigit called him.

“Yes, it turned out to be a great pleasure working in your own farm. Can see any pest intruders and get rid of them. Desiw.” Kean flicked his finger as if throwing something from between his fingernails.

“My steps are quite great not as the heir of hardjoyo group?” the answer to Sigit. He could not wait to hear what praise or mockery would be thrown from the mouth of the ruler.

Sigit smiled sarcastically for a while until then his face came back cold. Like he just mocked the progress of the hard-earned work Kean did.

“You did manage to change things. But anwar, not the person you should have gotten rid of.” Sigit looked at Kean sharply and made the man smile calmly.

Now he is absolutely convinced that Sigit actually knows what one of the company leaders he just fired did.

“Papah has made a pact with me, I will be a good heir and papah will be a good father. I've done my job even though Papah never keeps his promise papah.”

“But it seems, I have also gotten rid of one of the pawns that became eyes for papah and seen what I am doing now. Sorry, because I was too serious to do everything.” this sentence deliberately Kean spewed as a form of satire on the father.

Well then until now, there has never been an improved communication between the two. Each kept the intrigue tucked through the words as if it were a common sentence as the beginning of their debate.

“And shouldn't papah start thinking of ways to keep papah promise?” Kean kind of reminds Sigit of his agreement when accepting to be the heir of the company.

Sigit's hands clenched firmly, like he was holding back an even greater anger. But it is not Sigit if he cannot achieve his goal.

“No problem. Papah will fulfill papah's promise by marrying you to brata's daughter as soon as possible. Fair enough, right?” a sarcastic smile back he showed, Sigit is indeed cunning but Kean never thought that this man would be this shortsighted.

“What does papah mean? Papah still does not understand what my will is? Or do you pretend you don't understand?” timpal Kean's starting to heat up.

“Sure papah understands. Even Papah understands very well what your needs are and what will make you happy. Not only you, everyone will be happy.” Sigit confidently.

“One more thing you have to understand, this family's blood is holy. The next hardjoyo group heir must be holy blood. And you certainly know, the blood of a servant, not well enough mixed in the body of the next hardjoyo heir.” Firm Sigit.

“BRAK!!!” Kean hit the table hard in front of Sigit. His eyes barked full of anger that was ready to break.

“This is what you think will make me happy? This compulsion?!” yell, Kean is starting to get out of control.

Sigit only sniffed his shoulders indifferently with a thin smile that never faded.

“I think I'm still dealing with my papah. Or at least still dealing with a human who has a heart.”

“I think I can forgive all papah mistakes in the past and give papah a chance in the Present.”

“But I was wrong. Papah never changes because papah does not want to change.”

“I have complied with papah's willingness to be the heir and successor and hardjoyo group. But Papah never want to keep the promise papah even though it is not difficult. Looks like I should tell you one thing,”

Kean brought his body closer to Sigit, eroded their distance very close and whispered a sentence with great emphasis and intimidation until Sigit's eyes rounded. Kean's heavy breathing when saying that sentence is like affirming that his words are not arbitrary. There was anger and disappointment mixed in it.

Sigit seemed glued for a while until his reasoning began to digest and, “KEAN! Unplug your oath!” exclaim Sigit later.

Kean pulled his body away. He just smiled with red eyes and a little watery. This is the oath he had to make. A vow that will surely hurt him and the people around him. There was a lot of disappointment in his chest but facing Sigit and trying to melt his heart turned out to give him the biggest disappointment because Sigit would never change.

Kean chose to go with a gontai move. Each step felt so limp as it lost its direction and purpose.

“KEAN! Stop!” shouted Sigit. But Kean did not push him, he did not even intend to turn around.

“KEAN!!” call Sigit with all his might until his head throbbed dizzy.

Kean stayed in step, leaving the room and then disappeared behind a door that was then sealed shut. One tear dropped, it turned out to be all in vain until he had to take the oath amidst his mounting anger.

“Sorry,” whispered his heart to whom he had somehow addressed.

“BRUK!”

Sigit dropped his body on the chair, his breathing still gasping withstanding anger and fear at the same time. If Kean really did make his vow, then he and Hardjoyo group would then be destroyed. Yeah, destroyed without any leftovers.

Kean's departure still left anger in his chest. Then as the saying goes, it has fallen down the stairs when someone comes to increase his pain.

It was Marcel who came just moments after Kean left. He smiled as casually as if laughing at what had happened to him.

“My nephew seemed to have hit his father mentally like he wanted to give up. Is that stubbornness this time unpleasant?” Marcel sat in front of Sigit with his legs crossed.

“You what are you? I will no longer give you anything you asked for.” Definitely Sigit from the beginning.

He had predicted in the midst of this kind of chaos Marcel would benefit.

“Indeed I thought I'd ask what? The firm? Hahahaha.Kean has even offered it to me and I rejected it outright."

"After I thought, the wealth and power that we have now is the real punishment of papah. Because like this, it is clear that mas has no one.” Marcel lowered his voice at the end of the sentence but was full of emphasis and a cynical smile.

“Oh yes, I forgot I still have Marwan. A foolish man who deifies and obeys all wills."

"Unfortunately, when you have nothing, he will leave. Like the poor maggots who get rid of the strangeness with a snap of a finger from the hardjoyo group. Hahahaha.Mas does have a great son. Brilliant!”

Marcel clapped lightly with a fluffy laugh, as if laughing at his brother's misfortune.

“What do you really want? I'm not in the mood to argue.” Sigit chose to turn his face away from Marcel. He felt very tired and did not want to serve Marcel's pleasantries.

“Release clara. End their matchmaking.” Marcel asserted with complete confidence.

He stared intently at the brother who looked indifferent to his wishes.

Sigit smiled cynically, it was true that Marwan said that Marcel had a relationship with Clara since the time he was in America.

“You think, I will obey your will?” he looked at Marcel cynically.

“Sure. I have something that will make the mas according without having to bother sulking like kean. He's smart but he doesn't know that to face you can't be the right way. Often have to be sneaky and petty as you do at this time.” Again, Marcel's words sound convincing.

Sigit finally really faced Marcel. He looked into the eyes of his sister. “No.” He said with complete confidence.

“Oh yes?” Marcel still looks relaxed.

He grabbed something from his pocket. A picture he later showed Sigit.

“How about this? Em, I think this will give a much bigger explosion on appeal when I bring mba rini home.” He said with a thin grin.

Sigit's eyes immediately rounded to see a photo of three teenagers with a woman who took a picture in front of the orphanage.

“You want me to unload? I already know the full story.” He even put a piece of CD in front of Sigit.

“BEK YOU MARCEL!!” exclaim Siggit with barking eyes.

This time he changed Marcel who was smiling casually as he relaxed his shoulders. He moved out of his place and tidied up the coat he was wearing.

“Optional is in the hands of mas. Be wise!” he patted Sigit on the shoulder a few times until he chose to leave at a steady pace. He was very sure that what he did had prompted Sigit to remember the past he was trying to bury. One more step, he was sure Sigit would give up.

After Marcel died, Sigit still looked at the photo in his hand. His cold face turned mellow, as if showing a wound that was about to heal back open.

“SHIT!” grunt while throwing a CD in front of him.

He brushed his hair rough, memories in the past like coming back and making it into a black hole that he had long closed tightly.

One thing he's doing now is calling Marwan.

“Yes sir, how can I help you? I'm still in front.” Marwan's voice was clearly heard in Sigit's ears.

“No, don't log in.” He said weakly.

“Don't let anyone into my room.” his breath sounds blown away. He squeezed his own hair violently to cast away the shadows that were suddenly present in his mind. He didn't want anyone to see him in this condition.

“Master, did something happen?” Marwan sounded more panicked. It's not usually Sigit asks for something like this.

“No, I'm fine.” Sigit sighed deeply but did not reduce the sense of tightness that actually increased.

“Have you transferred her CSR money to the parlor?” he tries to focus on his thoughts not his feelings, although it is difficult.

“Not master, the approval is still on the young master's table.”

“But sir, if the young master sees the file, maybe the young master will be suspicious. Doesn't matter?” Marwan begins to panic, something they hide from his young master, maybe this time it will be known.

“Already, no problem. Anyway, maybe it's time he knew.” Sigit's voice sounded increasingly weak.

No more talking between the two, Sigit disconnected his phone and put the phone a little away from him.

For a while he was stuck alone remembering what was in his head. Maybe Marcel was right, in the end he would just be alone.

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