Marry The Heir
Negotiating

"AAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!” a clear shout was heard from Arini's room in the morning.

The newly awakened Kean immediately jumped out of his bed and ran towards Arini's room. Likewise with Kinar, he ran as fast as he could towards the origin of the sound.

“ADA WHAT?!” exclaims Kean when he arrives at Arini's room.

Wati was still standing at the mouth of the door with a shocked face that bergitu with Arini. He was just about to get out of bed and move to a wheelchair when suddenly Wati opened the door of his room and then shouted when he saw Arini.

“Surge you!” Kean nudged the body of Wati who was still fixated when he saw Arini's face that made him afraid.

Because not wearing a mask makes Wati can see clearly the face of Arini pale with some burns on his face.

“Mood no pa-pa?” Kean immediately hugged the surprised looking Arini.

Arini just shook her head and hid her face in the chest of Kean's field. In his grip was a shirt t-shirt attached to Kean's body, with his chest pounding fast.

“Mamah made him afraid of the ugly face of mamah nak.” Arini said with raucous. His body was trembling with the cries he was trying to endure.

“Stupid! Out you!” yell Kean at Wati. His eyes seemed to bark in annoyance at the sight of Wati's gaze on his mother.

“Ma, forgive me madam.” Wati only realized from his surprise. He smothered his own mouth which was presumptuously screaming.

“What's the master?” The newly arrived Kinar was approaching soon.

“Bring this stupid waitress out! Don't let her go back into this room.” Firmly Kean while pointing at Wati. There was clearly a flash of anger from Kean's eyes.

Kinar turned to Wati who was still with his shocked face. He did not believe that the one who made a noise in this house was Wati. He took a tray of drinking water for Arini and looked at her with round eyes of annoyance. It seemed that not only Kean was angry at Wati.

“Go!” tell Kinar with a sharp eye.

“Ba-good ma'am. I'm really sorry madam.” Reveal Wati while bowing her body.

Kinar did not chim in, he chose to pass to meet Arini.

“Please drink mistress.” Kinar puts a glass of water on Arini. He did tell Wati to deliver drinking water to Arini's room but he did not expect that Wati suddenly entered without permission.

With trembling hands Arini grabbed the glass and slowly drank it.

“The servant is innocent. Mama was wrong, for having surprised her.” Arini said touching her face, which may be very scary for some people.

“No mistress, it's my fault for having let carelessly people into the mistress's room. I apologize madam.” Kinar said regretfully. If only he had delivered a drink himself, maybe it would not have happened like this.

“Mamah calm down, there will be people who take good care of mamah.” Kean said while holding Arini tightly. On Arini's back rub to calm this woman. He was very afraid that the attitude of the servant made his mother's mental condition down.

Arini only nodded with a sudden sadness filling her heart. So afraid that the servant saw his face that he shouted. So appropriate, many people who choose to avoid from his side do not even want to come closer just to ask news.

Arini's heart grieved itself with the sense of neglect she felt.

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In the dining room, the breakfast atmosphere this time felt so tense. There was only Liana and Shafira sitting around the large table with 8 seats around them. Each stared at the food nanar on the plate but his mind was somewhere.

This morning, Sigit chose breakfast in his room while Kean accompanied his mother to a meal in Arini's room. Although there are many people in this house, it still feels very quiet. There was only the sound of plates clashing with spoons and forks accompanying their breakfast.

Occasionally a heavy sigh from Liana's mouth made the beautiful princess in front of her look at her for a moment. But until now, it seems like Liana still has no intention to say anything to Shafira who is waiting for an explanation.

“Good morning.” A greeting made Liana and Shafira avert her gaze.

Apparently there was Marcel who had looked neat and approached them at the dining table.

“Hay beautiful!” Marcel rubbed Shafira's head making the owner quite surprised. He turned to Marcel who then sat beside him with a smile line that never disappeared. Marcel has been playing to the main house for breakfast or dinner occasionally together. Although his arrival did not always get a good reception from his host, but did not necessarily make Marcel stop to visit.

Shafira biting her own spoon saw Marcel's calm demeanor. Even though the awkward situation last night was the fruit of the actions he did. Shafira is still trying to guess what the mind of the man beside her is.

“For sister-in-law. Mas sigit hasn't come down?” his gaze turned to Liana who was in her broom.

Liana simply shook her head with a chew of food that slowly slowed down. He put his spoon, his appetite suddenly lost to see Marcel's attitude that was so relaxed as if he was rejoicing in the area of battle he created last night. Perhaps only Marcel did not feel the tension-filled aura in this house.

“Come on meals. No need to diet-diet, today need to eat healthy and plenty to fight various diseases.” Cetus while taking a piece of bread which he then gave jam, folded and then hap, into his mouth.

He could still smile looking at the faces of the two women before him who were looking at him coldly.

“Fira now what class?” he says.

“Class twelve.” Timpal Shafira with laziness. He resumed his breakfast. There is no interest in talking longer with the trouble maker.

“Later the lecture did not take business management only so that it could be the successor of the dady business. No need to also study abroad, mending in Indonesia aja so fira do not need to go far with mamih and dady. If you know what it's like to be the youngest child, you need a lot of attention. Aye right?” Marcel looked at Shafira with a page but Shafira turned her face away.

It's sick of eating one table with people who come just to make a troublemaker without feeling guilty. Shafira can estimate, every time Marcel comes to this house, the atmosphere is always more unpleasant. A lot of anger that Sigit tried to hide through his cold attitude when dealing with Marcel.

“What do you mean?” and yes, Shafira took a pass that Marcel thumped.

“Oh, sister-in-law has not told me apparently about mba arini? Don't you guys not meet and say hello?” again Marcel spread his bait.

“EHM!” Liana cleared her throat as a gesture for Marcel to stop his sentence.

“Okey sorry. After all, you have to hear directly from the ones who have stories. Om only loyal audience only.” Again Marcel's sentence sounded light but very annoying to Liana.

Shafira looked at Marcel and Liana alternately. He needs an answer. “Who really wants to explain all this the same me?” said Shafira who could not help her curiosity.

Marcel smiled at Shafira's question and looked at Liana waiting for a response. He was waiting for the way the woman in front of him explained to Shafira.

Liana took the drinking water in front of her then slightly sipped it. “You better get ready to go to school.” He did not look at Shafira.

“MOM!” gertak Shafira's. He did not accept because his curiosity was ignored by Liana. He is no longer a child who can accept when asked to wait without clarity.

Liana did not flinch. He prefers to get out of his place with a line of sentences before he actually leaves. “Mas sigit is waiting for you in his workspace.” He told Marcel.

“Good sister-in-law.” Marcel said cheerfully. “You learned diligently. Remember, we will work together to manage the family-owned company Hardjoyo.” His impact patted Shafira on the shoulder and followed Liana.

“SHIT!!” shafira. His patience was completely exhausted waiting for an answer from Liana.

Heading to the 2nd floor where Sigit's room is located, Marcel and Liana accidentally cross paths with Kean. Only a cold expression was shown by Kean to the two people before him.

“Wah, it turns out to be very fun yes if a family reunites. If it is easy, the house is also not empty. Should I stay here too?” Sindir Marcel who deliberately spoke out loud to be heard Kean.

Kean only glanced for a moment, he had no interest in chiming in his uncle's innuendo. He chose to pass before Marcel finally held Kean's arm.

“Remember, even a dog still knows gratitude to whoever fed it.” His whisper with great emphasis.

He did not wait for Kean to chimed in on his sentence. For him it was better that he passed with a triumphant smile for successfully igniting the annoyance of his nephew. That's how Marcel attacked his nephew mentally.

And one more step, what he wants he will get.

******

“What exactly are you planning?” sigit's voice rang out loud as he stood before Marcel.

He looked at the younger brother with dislike but Marcel could still smile when facing Sigit.

“Waahh... What do I plan to do? I just want to re-establish our family relationship. What's wrong?!” answer lightly.

“HAHAHAHAHA..” Sigit let out a big laugh at Marcel's ironic-sounding reply. Marcel, who was silent, laughed.

“Do not lie!” gertak Sigit later. Marcel's laughter stopped. Sigit grabbed Marcel's collar and grabbed him tightly. “I know you're not that good!” sigit's sentence sounded slow but full of emphasis.

Looking at Sigit's expression, Marcel only showed his sarcastic smile. He held Sigit's hand which grabbed his shirt and tried to take it off. “Then, let's talk carefully. Looks like, this chair is quite comfortable for us to sit.” Later ideal.

Sigit shook his hand from the collar of Marcel's shirt and sat back in his place.

“Say!” he said when he saw Marcel who had sat down while tidying up his collar.

“Mas tau, mas have more things in appeal that I have.” Marcel started his sweetly packed sentence.

“Mas has two wives, two children and certainly one of the nicest sisters like me.”

“While I am, I am lonely. There is no harm is not if I give an offer, yes a kind of deal with mas.” Marcel showed his face made as sad as possible.

Hearing Marcel's words, Sigit only screeched. He can already read the direction of his sister's conversation.

“Which company do you want?” tanyanya cold. Negotiations with Marcel will not be far from just money and property sharing issues that he said were never fair. The two subsidiaries he held, did not necessarily make his sister feel enough with what he had.

“Cckckck, no! Not the company I asked for. I'm just asking for this,” Marcel thrusting his phone that displayed something on his phone screen.

“Don't be sneaky of you!” timpal Sigit with anger that began to ignite.

Marcel only chuckled at the brother's answer. He could have guessed that negotiating with his brother would be quite difficult. He got out of his seat and put his phone back in his pocket.

“It doesn't matter if you can't give me what I want. It's just that I need to remind you that Hiroshima and Nagasaki were destroyed because the agreement between the two sides was not reached. Please, remember it well.” Threaten him with confidence.

Sigit's eyes seemed rounded to hear Marcel's sentence. This time bravely Marcel challenged and threatened him. Looks like Marcel meant what he asked for.

In a few moments Marcel passed by with a sarcastic smile that he left for the older brother. He was preparing to welcome the war drums that had been broken by Sigit.

"Just wait." she said in her heart.

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