Marry The Heir
When he approached me

The feeling of happiness seemed to belong only to Marcel at this moment. One by one the plan went as expected and the work went smoothly. This afternoon he worked with passion, read some company reports and approved some files. Everything is done quickly without anyone missing.

“Excuse me sir," Farid's voice paused for a moment his work.

"Hem." He turned his eyes to Farid.

"Every night I received an email from a potential partner. They ask for the difference in calculation of the profit that you promised before.” Farid approached Marcel and showed the email on his tab page.

Just a few moments Marcel read it until then he said, “18%. It was already quite large in the previous appeal.” Relaxed words.

“But sorry sir, another subsidiary offers 23% profit%. I am worried that they will prefer to continue the contract with the company led by mr kean.” Bright Farid.

Nothing changed from Marcel's face. He played a tennis ball in his hand while looking at Farid. It had been guessed that Farid would say this anxious sentence. “You don't have to worry. In the end, the company will be mine.” Strictly speaking. “Just a while longer until mas sigit gives up. After all, there is someone who wants to return the services to me.” he added with full confidence.

On his lips was a smile full of optimism. Still playing the tennis ball in his hand, Marcel's gaze was fixed on a photo of him with Sigit and his late father.

Farid nodded obediently and followed his boss's lead. It seems Marcel is convinced that he already has a lot of plans neatly arranged. He just had to wait for the next order.

“Tring!” a message came in and rang Marcel's phone.

He immediately checked it out and the sender was a beautiful-faced woman.

“Mas, can we meet for a moment? There's something I need to talk about.” That's the message Marcel received.

Marcel smiled wryly, he hurried back his message. “Just last night we met, can you wait a minute? My work is pretty much.” The reply.

“But this is important mas, urgent. Can we meet at lunch?”

Marcel did not reply to his message. He looked at Farid first. “How many hours will people from the trade service come?”

“Around 11 master, by lunch.” Timpal Farid looked at the watch in his hand.

Marcel looked back at his phone screen before then gesturing for Farid to leave.

Instead of replying to a message, he prefers to call the woman.

“Mas knows, that was a great night. But, can you not ask for it during the day?” that's the first word Marcel said. He loosened his tie that felt like it was strangling his neck. His face still looks so happy.

“Mas, I'm serious. We have to meet.” There's a female voice over there.

“Yes, we'll see you. But not this afternoon. You still have to meet people. Maybe a new night can be to your apartment.”

“Mas! It's important!” there's a crackling sound over there.

Marcel rubbed his face rough, he was still trying to calm down. “Darling, you know what I'm doing right now is important. It's for our future. So please be patient. I'm really asking for your understanding once again. I beg.” Marcel's voice sounded clear.

There was no answer from there that only the sound of the call was interrupted. “Halo! Honey!” exciting Marcel.

“Shit!” grunting Marcel while throwing his phone over maja. His hair was rough, he was very upset. It was so hard to talk to a woman. His feelings start to get uncomfortable but he recalls his plans and he chooses to ignore everything else for a while and focus on his goals. However, this is one way to make it look worthy in the eyes of many people.

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There is always something that changes with every turn of time. Whether it's the people, the environment or the circumstances at hand. Everything changes quickly without ever waiting for us to be ready or not.

This change is what Arini feels. That afternoon, after taking her medicine, Arini chose to rest in her room. With his wheelchair he moved from one place to another.

His round eyes still looked around the room he had not occupied for a long time.

Nothing has changed. The color and the smell remain the same. The servants were even still pairing the golden-coloured bed sheet with a white mosquito net covering his bed.

In front of the mirror of his dressing table he fell silent. He looked at the face he slowly wiped. There are still many scars that are white because the skin pigment that does disappear with the skin that dries and peels.

Some of his face still leaves burn scars even though he has had several operations.

Seeing her face that was not as beautiful as before sometimes she felt very sad. Because of this physical change, people slowly go and forget about it. Some of them may even consider it to be non-existent.

He used to be very proud of himself. Women who are known to be beautiful, smart and of course rich. He inherited the legacy of his parents in the form of a fairly large property business.

But after that incident, one by one his efforts were destroyed. Only a small portion of the assets she owned and finally managed by a subsidiary owned by her husband. The high cost of medicine and living during his stay in America, inevitably had to erode the rest of the wealth that was slowly depleted.

It was as easy as flipping a palm and as easy as that, things changed. Arini could no longer stand on her own feet. But that is not what should make him feel sadness, but the sense of care of the people around him who were eroded along with the end of wealth that was once abundant.

No one asked for news by message or phone other than his son and of course Kinar.

“Kean does not matter if you have to start everything from zero. But, kean can not let mamah be a victim of selfishness kean kean kean and papah.”

A piece of that sentence that always ringed in Arini's ear when Kean decided to go home and obey Sigit's wishes.

“Wait a minute, keanan promise one day kean that will bring mamah home.” The sentence seemed to be a complement to Arini not being selfish by holding her son to stay by her side. It was difficult but he still had to let Kean go.

If only the accident 20 years ago had never happened, then it would not have been like this. Unfortunately, he could not turn back the clock and fix what he wanted to fix. He can only live the rest of his day which often feels heavy.

The sound of the door dragging Arini out of her daydream. Not long seen the reflection of a man's face from the mirror in front of him.

Sigit walked up to him and sat on the sofa facing Arini.

Arini smiled faintly at the reflection of her husband's face that looked cold as she looked at him. “Finally you want to see me mas.” Lirih Arini while looking at Sigit's face.

Sigit turned his face away from Arini, making the woman immediately put on a mask to disguise some of his scars. Maybe her husband felt uncomfortable seeing a face that was not as beautiful as before.

Errata, Sigit never looked at him warmly.

“What agreement do you agree with marcel?” asked Sigit in his firm voice. He is not a man who can talk.

Arini was stunned to hear her husband's question. Her stiff lips reflexively brighten the sarcastic smile.

“I know long ago you never loved me. But, pretend a little by asking me the news even though I know it's just a normative question.” Typal Arini with his hoarse voice.

Sigit turned his gaze to look at Arini from the reflection of the glass. There was a deep sigh from between Sigit's lips.

“How are you?” the short question was later heard by Arini.

Arini shook her head, then took off her mask. “Do I look like I'm okay?” he turned his wheelchair to face Sigit. Sigit was only glued to his ever-cold face.

“20 years I'm in america. In those 20 years you never saw me. Do you hate me so much that you never want to remember me?”

“I've never hated you arini.” Sela Sigit standing. It was obvious that his gaze was sharp on Arini.

“Yes, maybe!” timpal Arini quickly. “You don't hate me but you never expected me to exist." Arini bowed lethargic, the tightness in her chest slowly began to crackle.

"Since you sent me to America, you've completely thrown me and my son out of your life, haven't you? You never cared about me and kean until you finally found out, there's nothing you can count on but our son. Ironic right?”

Tears began to drip in both of Arini's eyes. His trembling hands rubbed him slowly.

“If you think I don't care, there's no way I'll give you the best and most expensive treatment. There's no way I,”

“YA! THANK YOU!” exciting Arini. He did not let Sigit continue his sentence.

“You gave me expensive treatment, drove me on a private jet but you know, that's not what I really need.” Challenge Arini with barking eyes.

“No one wants to get into an accident like me. No one wants to die leaving the only child he has to protect. But if your choice is to extend my life by sending me all the way to Europe, you should know that I would rather die here. Dead among those who used to still care deeply about me.”

“The money you gave me, made my body improve. But at the same time, the money you gave made my heart hurt even more. And you know, it shows that you never really cared.” Arini Barren.

He sobbed. His weak hands cupped his face tightly. Her crying was really deep. Just this time he was able to spill all his anger on Sigit.

In the past, he thought with his pain, Sigit would start to care for him. In fact the day changed, Sigit only pitied him. There was no more attention he could give. Nothing shows that Sigit loves her. Maybe because it's all just a compulsion.

Looking at the sobbing Arini, Sigit pegged in his place. I don't know what he should behave like. Slowly clenching his hands, he tried to think about how he was feeling at the moment.

Without him being aware, sometimes feelings need not be thought about. They are two different things that will show, a person has a heart or not.

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