Marry The Heir
Bullying

POV Kean

Bullying, I thought something like this would never happen in an international school. Or at the very least, nothing will happen to the girl we've been looking for all day. Looking at his style that looks perfect and stunning from toe to toe, I was sure that no one would dare to mock him because I knew that money could silence the mouths of many people.

As I experienced, the reason I came home without being able to protest was one of my forms of silence because of money. In order to make sure Papah always prepares funds for medical expenses, I follow the wishes of papah which actually feels more like coercion.

Which, if you think about it again, the money we have is never the solution to our family problems. It's not the core money problem that makes this house feel hot and makes me uncomfortable. Not feeling like you are in the right house is at the heart of this family problem.

The tongue is sharper than the sword, it seems like the saying is beginning to shift with the term, the finger dance is sharper than the sword.

Not without reason it happens, because the typing of one's fingers can very easily hurt the heart and kill the mental others. Try to remember again how many famous figures who kill themselves because they are not strong continue to get negative comments on a post. People who do it may just relax, type it while lying down and feel its own satisfaction when the comments successfully invite many people to chim in or like the comments. Without him knowing, there are others who may be crying to find malicious comments until his mental condition drops and makes him do reckless things including suicide.

Ironically, the reason for freedom of opinion makes people start to make it easier and trivialize what they write. They forget how to express opinions also have rules and ethics. Although a piece of writing shows what the qualities of the people who wrote it are, in fact it does not make people deterred from writing disgusting things that are annoying. The more provocative a piece of writing is, the more satisfied the person conveys it.

Cussing, condescending, judging and other bad things like being the most interesting thing they can do when they hear the scandal of a family, including my family.

“Master, I've found non fira. But non-fira doesn't want to go home. Since then she has been daydreaming and crying occasionally. Non-firas also do not want to eat. The body is a bit feverish, I'm afraid something happened to non fira.”

The message I received from Disa. I have so much confidence that he told me this. He thinks I'll care?

HUH!

This is what sucks. I tried not to care but at once the shadow of Hisa's face when saying the message sentence sent made me feel uncomfortable.

Mentally, maybe this is what the little boy was feeling. If only he had known that our family problems had not only made him sad and ashamed, there was a bigger thing, which was our company's good name, that began to be in the spotlight.

Many people suddenly commented and seemed to know our family. This online news site is indeed a lot of reviews about our family, especially personal problems papah.

I never thought that my return would be a domino effect in our family. Roy and Mr. Marwan are confused to answer questions from business partners who began to lose their trust. Some parties do not hesitate to throw hoax news that further aggravates the condition of our family and company.

I heard Papah came home early. His blood pressure was quite high and he complained of chest pain.

God, what's this problem? Is it not enough to test you just by giving a broken family to me?

“Master, I have to how?” again Disa sent me her message.

I rubbed my face violently and I briefly lyrically Roy who was still busy calling someone.

“True sir, we make sure this is just hoax news only. We will immediately find the source of the news and we make sure this issue has no effect on the stock price of our company.”

I don't know how many promises Roy made to our partners who continuously confirmed our family problems. Why does everything feel so runny. My head was dizzy and I felt angry.

If Roy thinks this issue has no effect on stock prices, he is wrong. There has been a 1.7% drop in our shares since this morning. Very fast and unpredictable.

Mind dead-end!!

I took the car keys that Roy used to wear and the suit that I put on the seat.

“Wait there, don't go anywhere.”

I finally gave up on the whining of Disa. Yes, it was he who made my attitude soften on the little boy.

“Master, where are you going?” Roy came up to me as soon as he saw me step out of the room.

“I have to meet disa.” Answer's short.

“I interracial!” Roy reached out his hand asking for the key in my hand.

I look at Roy's face that looks tired. This day we did talk more on appeal really worked.

I gave him the key and I patted him on the shoulder. “Thank you for all your hard work.” I said with great pride.

“Sure sir. I will still do my best for our company.” It seems he knows the direction of my conversation.

Not waiting for long, we immediately headed to the location that Disa sent and it turned out to be a cafe and this is where I am currently.

After hard work to bring this little boy home, he finally wanted to get out of the cafe even though he looked very lazy. His face was sad with both swollen eyes and a red nose. I can imagine her anger rising like when I was forced to go home and find this little boy as my sister.

If I remember that incident, I feel like I want to shout at everyone who is hiding our family carcass very closely. If I ask the reason, Ms. Kinar just said that she did not want to worsen my health.

Crazy one! Do they think only the mama will be disappointed in this reality? Don't they think about my feelings?

20 Years is not a short time and for 20 years I knew nothing. Papah has crossed his tolerance as a father. Once I was asked to go home, it wasn't because he missed me as his son. He just needs my help to get the company going.

When I first came home, I still remember when my mother asked me the news. While in America, he often asked the news to Bu Kinar. Mama often looks agitated and asks, is papah okay?

Right now I'm aware, mamah's uneasiness is not without reason. Maybe her feeling as a wife is very strong. During that time, we were just the two of us, while Papah had been with the woman for more than 17 years. Papah is very good at keeping his secrets. No one knows the condition of our family. All they know is papah's achievements are indeed brilliant as an entrepreneur.

I thought, maybe that's one of the reasons why I don't want to talk to the little boy who's following my steps behind. What happens if he knows what our parents' selfishness is like. Isn't it enough that I'm disappointed?

But in fact, the return of mamah seems to dismantle the disgrace that has been stored papah. Silence bu Kinar attitude when asked the news papah turned out to have a clear reason. The label of the perfect man on papah was destroyed instantly when he saw the woman sitting next to the papah with a photo of them filling the walls of the house.

“Mummy tired, mommy wants to rest.” The sentence became a painful sentence that I heard from mamah a few moments after he came home. He does not want to be accompanied as usual. He didn't ask me to sleep next to him and tell him about all day experiences I had outside the house.

That night, I cried alone. I could only peek out from the crack of the door with my hands clenched that were ready to hit anyone. I feel the pain I feel. Feelings of being stupid and thrown away. It might even be considered dead.

“But it turns out, for 20 years I lived as a stupid woman. Always expecting you to come to see me and ask me. 20 Years later, I was worried about the wrong person. You're even happier without me mas.”

The cry of mama sounded broken. He hugged a picture of our family that he always kept in his wallet. This is the picture that always looks at America. And I feel like I want to tear that photo so that it doesn't hurt you anymore.

“Thanks mas roy.” The sound of Disa roused me from a long daydream.

Right in front of me was Roy who opened the door for me and then for Disa.

“Sama-sama sa.” Timpal Roy with a smile.

I was the lyric of Disa who returned the smile but when I saw my gaze, the look on her face immediately changed. Guilt for smiling at inappropriate times.

Why should I stop? Though seeing his smile made my anxiety a little less. Pull her lip line as if to say that everything will be fine. And when she found her warm gaze made me feel like I found the well water that was listening to my dry throat. My frustration all day is like a meltdown.

Why am I getting so addicted to seeing the smile I see all the time? Isn't that normal?

God what happened to me?

Our journey home was spent in silence. Each of us, drowning in each other's minds. Every now and then I glanced back through the rearview mirror and I saw the little boy leaning his head against Disa's shoulder with his eyes occasionally flashing slowly. Meanwhile, Disa was not tired of gently rubbing her head.

Are they really that close? Why do I feel like that kid is starting to steal something from me?

Arriving at the courtyard, I got off first. I heard rapid footsteps as they were chasing me.

“Abang! Wait fira.” Again the voice of the little boy paused my steps. He confronted me by stretching out his hands. “Fira to talk now. A minute in the park.” His face looked clear at once impatient.

I only exhaled in annoyance but ended up following this little boy's request.

“Say!” I cried when we were in the back garden.

He sat first on the bench, then pointed to the place next to him with the corner of the eye.

I lazily approached her and sat a short distance away. She flipped her body to face me while I preferred to spread my gaze on some of the larons flying around the garden lights.

“This is the reason why you hate the same fira?” he immediately started his sentence without further ado. It seems like our family is not a family that likes to talk.

I didn't answer, what should I answer, what should I say that I never hated him? But keeping your distance is the best way to keep my emotions from getting hooked.

“Abang! Fira dong's look! Fira again by the way!" Started to get upset apparently.

"Why is everyone always ignoring fira? Never thought fira existed. Was fira wrong for being born in this family?” he began to bother looking at my indifference.

“Fira never knew we were born to two different mothers. Fira is also confused who to talk to. Mamih never answered any fira questions, dady never said anything and bu kinar too. Fira forcibly still says nothing. Why the hell are people in this house so hard to talk to fira!” he started crying with clenched hands which he then used to rub his tears violently.

“Today, fira very shy. Friends discuss about our family problems that the fira himself does not know. They say mamih is dady's affair. Fira is a bastard. Then,” he sobbed with both hands cupping his face.

“They say fira do not know shame for enjoying all the facilities that are not fira rights. Fira's son, the actor and mamih, use magic to ensnare the dady. Perhaps aja fira was also born before the same dady mamih married. Hwaaaa...” Finally she was really crying. Poor too.

It seems not just out of embarrassment but out of annoyance with the circumstances.

This is what makes me never want to open the veil of our family problems. There will be people who feel guilty for not being where they should be. And I didn't expect, the gossip about our family turned out so wild. Many free papers are made by certain parties on the basis of science of fitology. Damnit damnit! Why is the problem getting worse. Who exactly is the source of our family news?!

“Why do you have to think about all those people's talk if you don't feel?” finally I made a sound. Honestly, I feel tired and want to end this chat session immediately. But if I don't finish it, this little boy will continue sulking and tailing me until I'm sick of it.

“Yes because fira doesn't know which is true and which is wrong!” she cried with red eyes that looked at me sharply.

“Fira doesn't know what our family really is. People out there are more able to make a story that makes sense than the conditions that fira see for themselves. If the same mamih dady can not explain anything, then it's a form of recognition that what people say is true!”

The little girl began to show her emotions. I could see flashes of anger flaring in his eyes.

“You know, adult problems are not your business to think about. Just study well and ignore all their talk.” I tried to calm him down in my own way. But comforting a sad person is not my forte.

“But fira is not a child bang! Fira is 17 years old and fira can't stop thinking about the problems that fira is currently facing.”

“But you should know the limitations. There are times when a story that is kept well will only make old wounds open again when you try to uncover it. And one more thing, stop reading non-essential comments on any social media. It is not your obligation to retaliate let alone explain it to everyone!” I finally grit him.

The child's mind is getting bigger. If I had to explain, I wouldn't even know where to start.

“IIHH! Brother!”  he exclaimed with annoyance. He seems disappointed with my words.

“Log in! It's night.” That's all I said before I left him alone.

I heard him yell with both hands covering his own mouth. I know he's disappointed but there's a limit to what he can know and not. And at the moment I can't sort it out.

Let him get his emotions out. I believe he's strong enough to walk back inside the house.

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