Marry The Heir
Mr. Marcel

In his current study Sigit is. He came home early because of his poor health. A while ago he received a report that the company led by Kean got enough investors to help his company's financial condition.

Sighing in relief from step by step, Kean began to prove his ability. It seemed like the decision was right to have Kean go back to Indonesia.

“I heard the pain.” a voice disperse the daydream of Sigit who was still holding an ipad in his hand.

Sigit smiled faintly as he knew the voice that greeted him this afternoon.

“Thank you for your attention sister. But sorry, for letting you down. My situation is much better now.”

Sigit flipped the chair that had originally turned his back to the entrance of his study. He looked at Marcel who was still standing at the mouth of the door.

Marcel smiled faintly, he walked in then sat down at one corner of the sofa leisurely.

“Why mas always cynical. I really care about my health. Even much more caring than the beloved son mas.” cynical that makes Sigit's face change quickly.

“If your goal comes here to lure me, you will not succeed.” timpannya firmly.

“Loh, no one's fishing. I really care about the circumstances. Do you know which families are sincere and which ones are not?”

“Tulus?” Sigit showed his sarcastic grin from the corner of his lips that looked pale. “Since when did our family know the word sincere?” his laughter sounded amused at the end of his cynical sentence.

He felt from birth in this family there was never sincerity in their blood ties. There is only competition to drop each other in order to reach the highest peak in this family.

“Ayolah. Don't always think of me as a rival. I'm the only one who won't disappoint. Including if you want to give everything to me.I really won't mind.” timpal Marcel relaxed.

But it wasn't that relaxing for Sigit. He seemed to clench his hands to hear the sentence of the younger brother who he thought was very provocative. Sigit and Marcel never got along. Especially when his late parents gave up all his wealth to Sigit and Marcel only got the part they called the rest.

Their dispute continues to this day. Torturing apart Sigit's family and making his brother give up all his wealth was Marcel's only goal. Of course after he failed to persuade his nephew, Kean.

“I already know what you mean by coming here Marcel. And as long as you know, I've been increasingly convinced that kean is able to continue what I have pioneered. The blood of the hardjoyo family flows in the right person, my son. He has grown, he can solve his problems. And I'm sure you've heard it.” Sigit timpal confidently.

“Omong empty!” snapped Marcel, it seems he did not accept the sentence that his brother uttered. “The child has only been able to solve one problem and mas sigit is very proud. Did mas sigit not see what my efforts have been to help mas sigit overcome the company's problems?” challenge him with anger.

“For company interests or for your personal interests?” sigit asked which made Marcel speechless.

The sight of Marcel clenching his hands held a lot of anger. Sigit realized that.

He moved from his place, then grabbed the phone to contact someone.

“Bring drinks here.” he said then he again hung up the phone. He knew his brother needed to gulp a lot of rough saliva hearing his refusal to give some of the Hardjoyo family's wealth to the younger brother.

He looked back at Marcel and walked up to him and sat on the sofa opposite his sister.

“Why are you always looking for loopholes for us to argue with? Isn't it clear that our parents gave each of us a fair share?”

Sigit began to lower his tone. He was tired of arguing with people not only in the office but also at home. He wanted to feel a little calm when he was in a state of pain.

“Adil? Since when are our parents fair? Since long ago only mas sigit and mas sigit became the darling of papah.” kilah Marcel with annoyance.

Sigit was about to chimed in, but suddenly Marwan's voice sounded from outside.

“Sorry sir, the waiter brought you a drink.” he said in his calm voice.

Sighing in relief, he was finally able to slightly lower his emotional tension. “Log in.” sahut Sigit. He needed a pause to reduce his anger a bit.

From behind the door, a man entered with a tray in his hand. It was Disa who brought two cups of tea according to the order of Kinar.

“Excuse me mr.” he said while putting a cup on the table.

He was a little surprised when he saw the face of the person from the outside heard arguing fiercely with his great master.

And Marcel, he was quite surprised when he saw a pair of eyes that were staring at him. He smiled, just before Disa turned her eyes away.

“You can exit.” Sigit sound heard.

“Good sir, I'm sorry.” Disa nodded respectfully before she walked out of her master's study.

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The POV

A day not being at the young master's house doesn't mean there's no job waiting for me. There are four laundry baskets that I have to iron plus laundry that is still in the sun out there. The scorching sun made me reluctant to go out of the house and take the fabrics that began to dry. But what can I do, finally I have to go to the back garden and pick up the dry clothes before they fall and my job increases again. There really is no end to the work I have to finish.

My hands are so sore and I need a little stretch. I stood up for a while, stretched my hand, massaged my arm and slightly twisted my waist until it sounded, "Kriek."

Hah, it feels very comfortable. Sitting for hours does provide considerable effort for the condition of my body muscles and spine that feels stiff.

“Tring!” back my phone rang, notifying incoming messages.

I secretly checked it after making sure no one was looking.

O yes, just this morning I realized that last night, Reza sent me a message. The message I just read early in the morning when my phone battery is fully charged.

“Are you home?” that's the message he sent last night. My lips curled up a smile and slightly pranced in excitement, when I saw the sender of the message was really Reza's sister.

Stupid, I guess the message from Damar is the last message I should read, it turns out there are other important messages that I should not miss.

I reply in the morning. “Good morning brother reza, sorry last night my phone died.” I reasoned. Hopefully, Reza still has an interest in replying to my message.

“For Disa, it's okay. I'm just worried about letting a girl go home alone.”

That message made my day so beautiful. Like there was spring in Indonesia and cherry blossoms were falling all around me. I always wanted to smile and secretly read the messages he sent.

“Don't be too tired, you also need to rest.” so the reply message sounds after I say that I am still working and my friends are going out because of other duties my employer.

“Can!”

I quickly hid my phone in my skirt pocket.

“Iya bu.” suhutku who is still surprised.

“Create two cups of green tea and bring it to the big master's room. Now.” decreed.

“I-Iya bu.” I reflexively stood up because it looks like Bu Kinar is in a hurry.

Of course, no one should be slow in responding to the orders of the masters and mistresses in this house.

I immediately came out of the linen room after unplugging the ironing cable that I was about to leave behind for a while. Two cups of tea I made and placed them on a tray. I walked quickly towards the master's large workroom on the second floor. I saw Mr. Marwan sitting on the couch in the living room reading a daily newspaper.

He was indeed the assistant of the great lord but his position was the same as that of bu Kinar, they were central figures, an inseparable part of this great house.

“Where are you going?” he asked when he saw me passing in front of him.

I don't know when he knew my name. Perhaps remembering the maid's name became one of his duties. Of course, he was one of the extensions of the owner of this house besides Bu Kinar.

“I was asked to deliver this tea to the room of a big master sir.”.

“Oh good. Let me inter.”

He got out of his place and walked in front of me just two steps away. I followed him with careful steps. The man in front of me, despite being quite old and his shoulders sagging a bit, turned out his pace was still very fast. My short legs are almost tired of chasing him.

When he arrived at the door of the big master's room, Mr. Marwan eavesdropped a little. For a while he asked me to wait. Maybe there's some serious talk I can't hear. But their voices are very loud. I can still hear it, even though I'm soaked.

Closing my eyes and emptying my mind, I didn't need to think about anything from this debate I heard.

Before long, Mr. Marwan knocked on the door slowly. “Sorry sir, the waiter brought you a drink.” he said in a calm voice.

There was a big master's voice coming from inside and Mr. Marwan immediately opened the door for me.

“Come in.” murmured that still I hear.

I nodded obediently and immediately entered the room.

When the door opened, I saw a large room in front of me. Everything is dominated by dark brown. My eyes went around a little looking for the whereabouts of the great master and it turned out that he was sitting on the corner sofa. I almost didn't realize it.

I got closer and sat down as the tray in my hand I put it on the table.

“Excuse me sir.” I said as I put one by one cup in front of the big master and his guests.

Wait, it feels like I recognize the face of the man who is currently looking at me. Where have we met?

For quite a long time I was fixated, remembering the face of the man who was currently smiling faintly at me. I'm not very good at remembering people.

But I think I remember. He's the shitty guy I met at a big mall dress shop. His gaze was still the same, demeaning.

“You can go out.” the big master's voice sounded and I instantly woke up.

“Good sir, I'm sorry.” I nodded respectfully before standing up to exit the large master's den.

I quickly walked out of the large room that suddenly felt stuffy. The door was closed by Mr. Marwan and I immediately went down. Get down the stairs quickly, no matter how slow and graceful.

“Wait!” a voice called out to me when I was in the living room.

I stopped my steps and turned around.

“You're that girl, right?” ask the man I just found out his picture is in the big master's room.

If not mistakenly remembered, according to Nina his name was Mr. Marcel, the younger brother of the great lord.

“True sir.” forced me to confess. Because indirectly, she is my master as well.

He walked towards me, and I immediately lowered my head. It's not good to be with this eagle-eyed man.

“It turns out you work here.” he said as he stood right in front of me. “What's your name?” tanyanya while looking down trying to see my face.

I took a deep breath and slowly breathed it out. I don't seem to be able to escape anymore.

“I am in tuan.” sahutku who tried to smile.

His face was expressionless, he just looked at me from top to bottom making me feel uneasy. His habits have not changed since we first met.

“You are more suitable to wear the black dress than this uniform.” points to the clothes I wear.

I smiled again, again he discussed the matter of the black dress I tried. I don't know what he means, maybe he wants to make fun of me. “Thank you, it's just that I'm more comfortable and feel fit into this outfit.” I said steadily.

He just smiled. Makes me have to think hard to find the meaning of his smile that I think sucks.

Walking around me somehow with what kind of thoughts in mind. “Okey disa, until we meet at another time.” he said sok familiar.

“No sir, I don't want to see you again.” only my heart says that because my mouth isn't brave enough to say it directly.

I just nodded respectfully. “I excuse me sir.” saying goodbye without waiting for a reply.

I turned around immediately, for me this meeting is over.

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