Marry The Heir
Unappreciated

In the room belonging to the Director of Hardjoyo group currently Kean is located. He sat in front of Sigit Hardjoyo, his father, who was opening Kean's balance sheet.

Just moments ago, Marwan's assistant contacted Roy to bring Kean into his room. Roy whom he always calls so that Kean has no reason to refuse. Cunning tactics according to Kean. As Sigit used to do to ensnare Kean to do what he wanted.

"Where do you get buyers and investors at the same time?" Sigit is still with a motion not to trust the achievement of the child.

"Maybe sent an angel." said Kean indifferently. He still had time to play the pendulum decoration on Sigit's table.

Hearing the child's reply, Sigit raised his head to stare at Kean sharply.

"Why do you ask where do I get buyers and investors? Isn't it enough with me to make the company better?" he continued with annoyance at the gaze of the father.

"Not 3 months odd, it should be 1 month everything improved and returned to its original condition. Do you not imagine how the condition of the company's shares in a period of 3 months without clarity? True said Marcel, slowly you can lose loyal investors." Sigit read with a cold face.

Kean breathed deeply. He stopped the movement of his hands. "If papah om marcel is right, why not ask him to lead my subsidiary? I don't mind." said Kean indifferently.

"KEAN!!" the table in front of him. His sharp eyes began to turn barking.

Kean moved out of place, he loosened the tie that felt like it was strangling his neck.

"The Father never appreciates anything I do. Everything I do is meaningless to this company and to the satisfaction of papah. So what makes me have to desperately defend this subsidiary?" staring at Sigit with disappointment.

"Kean! You're the heir to this company. You,"

"HEIR!" timpal Kean without giving Sigit a chance to continue his sentence.

"I hate that word!"

"Make papah, I'm just an object that can be used to fulfill papah's satisfaction with power. No more than that."

"Kean!"

"Why?! I'm right, aren't I?"

Did you ever ask me what I want for once?"

"No, right?! Not even Papah knows what I want, let alone what I need. The most important thing to me is power and power. It!" kean exclaimed with anger rising.

Hearing Kean's sentence, Sigit was only fixated. The father and son looked at each other with flashes of anger in each other's eyes.

"The father never wants to know what I want and what I need. But Papah knows how to hurt me and hurt those around me. You are indeed great." Kean insisted before turning around and leaving Sigit's room with an unrelenting anger.

Hearing the son's last sentence, Sigit could only fall in his chair. As forcefully as he persevered with his argument, with the rest of his strength and with pain in his chest.

Swiping his aching chest and then squeezing it slowly. He tried to catch his hunting breath. He had to endure, he could not give up with the pain in his chest, before it was all over. Before everything can be ascertained that the son will be his heir in the future.

For him, what's wrong with wishing everything he had in his son's inheritance? Why does Kean's desire always go against his?

******

“Kinaarr, tinaaa, ninaaaa... Or whoever you are, come quickly!” a scream was heard from the 2nd floor.

The loneliness of this large house makes Liana's voice roar loudly.

Kinar, Tina and Nina immediately ran over to her big mistress. Some of their steps passed before the big mistress got angry and the atmosphere of the house became heated.

“Yes madam, can I help you?” kinar asked as he arrived at Liana's room.

“Where is my black dress that I bought in paris 3 months ago?” ask him with barking eyes.

“Pardon me, which black dress is the mistress?” ask Kinar later. Remembering the clothes that lined up in Liana's closet was dominated by her favorite black dress.

“That's what dior.”

Kinar's lips were round. “Oh it's not the mistress gave it to madam wulan during last month's rally?”

Liana looked silent, trying to think. He looked at the three people before him in doubt.

“Argh shit! The Wulan did know that it was an expensive item." he grunted when he became aware of his error.

"He always lured me to give him what he wanted. You rich man is hard!” cerocos Liana slammed the door of her closet. “Yes, ready the car for me to go. Ask the driver to send me.” the door later.

“Sorry madam, our driver is in the company. For the replacement of the old driver, all the candidates have not yet matched the criteria that the big master wants.”

“What?! So I have to take a taxi?!” shouted Liana.

Kinar did not dare to answer.

Liana looked to massage her head that felt dizzy because of the many problems in this house. “Choose one of the drivers among them. It is up to you to choose which one is the sparkle, which obviously he should be able to take me safely.”

“Do I need to ask again marwan sir about this driver selection?”

She never got along with the man who was her husband's right hand. All Sigit's decisions, he must have known from Marwan.

“Good mistress.” Kinar could only obey. It seemed like his heart was strong enough to face the clash of Liana and Sigit and the whining of his young miss every day.

****

At his school, Shafira sits alone as his gangmate breaks first. They seemed to chat with a gang of boys who are quite popular at school. The seats in their place were already fully filled and it seemed that Shafira needed to digest her friendship with the three young women.

A chat notification came into his phone. Shafira immediately opened a chat in the group which turned out to be a gang group that she named “Princess.” It was the name of his gang with his three friends.

“How to join gag nih watch the same race michael?” nara wrote in her group.

A few minutes later, the chat was deleted. Fia who noticed Shafira's whereabouts immediately turned her head with a line of smile that could not be explained.

It's been 2 months chat in the group deserted. Finally they talked about holidays to the king of amps and their photos while there. More than 50 million Shafira spent on this luxury holiday with friends. But after that, they never talked about anything in the group.

Maybe he was eliminated. I don't know why his friends are avoiding him.

Shafira moved from her place. He went to the toilet and went into one of the rooms. He looked at his pictures with his friends and the pain began to be felt.

Where did the laughter they always shared go and where did the closeness they formed. More than that, where did the compactness that they once had.

Shafira breathed deeply. A lot of different things at the moment and I don't know what was wrong that made his friends start to stay away.

Back to breathing deeply. He tried to throw all the bad thoughts in his head. Maybe they just need time and there are mistakes that Shafira has to ponder.

He came out of his toilet. Stand in front of the mirror and wipe her tears with the back of her hand. His chest felt tight but he believed this was just a misunderstanding.

Out of the toilet, Shafira tried to smile again. He didn't want anyone to see his sadness.

From a distance, the gang and Michael's gang walk towards Shafira.

“Hay fir's. How come you gag followed us anyway?” nara asked as she grabbed Shafira's hand. The smell of need is obvious. Acting sweet suddenly with indistinct smiles.

“Oh yes, I just peed. What's nara?” sahut Shafira.

“Gini fir, I'm the same kids want to make a party in one of the cafes. I hope you can come with.” Michael explained it first.

“Oh yes, when?” ask Shafira later.

“Kan I've told you the details of his show in group.” Ira said while playing his fingernails.

Nara immediately elbowed Ira and Ira seemed to wake up.

“Di group?” Shafira scrunched her forehead.

The faces of his three companions were compact looking tense. “Iya means group fitting we chat earlier in the canteen.” Narra tried to clarify.

Shafira's lips seemed round without a sound.

“How can you, right? We joint kok ngadain party.” persuaded Nara.

Looking at the faces of his three friends who were showing his pupy eyes. Looks like they really hope that Shafira comes along.

Smiling faintly at the sight of his three best friends starting to be kind. “O yes you can.” Shafira. For him this is his chance to make up with his friends.

“The money is transfer to my account... Ato if you want to pay directly on the spot can also.” bargain Nara.

“Okey,” Shafira just nodded.

“Sip is like that. The event is malem week at 8 o'clock in cafe young yes, do not take lo gag dateng.” Michael tried to convince

“Hem.” Shafira nodded in agreement. He hasn't hung out with his friends in a long time.

Michael and his friends went. Shafira turned to her three friends and they just smiled.

“Ke class yuk!” take Fia who grabbed Shafira's hand.

“Ayuk!” He gladly followed. Behind him are Ira and Nara who start talking about their plans on Saturday night.

It seems that Shafira's prejudice was wrong. Only a misunderstanding between them and Shafira is sensitive.

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