Mohabbat
The Arrival of the Heir

"Why did you bring Mom to your house?"

The goddess was in a snarl when Dareen's car arrived in the courtyard of her modest home.

"Where else are you going? I'm tired, Mom. I need sleep, almost all night I don't sleep" Dareen replied, turning off the engine and getting off.

He turned to the inside of the car, precisely at the Goddess who was still flinching there.

"Come, Mom. Do you want to sleep in the car?" dareen asked a little annoyed.

The goddess snorted, currently only Dareen was her hope. Where else should she go, and who would help other than her son. He went down even though his heart refused. Continue to follow Dareen's steps into their modest home.

A worker welcomed and opened the door, dawn came as soon as the two entered the house.

"Turn Mom to her room!" dareen's word to the assistant.

He nodded while inviting the Goddess to follow him. A very small house for a Goddess, there are only two rooms. The goddess occupies the room Laila used to occupy.

Dareen returned to his room, looking at the wife who had returned to sleep in her sleep. He smiles and then settles down next to Daisha and hugs her.

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The morning came so quickly, Daisha had woken up and prepared breakfast for everyone with the assistant.

"What time did my husband come home last night?" daisha asked on the sidelines to prepare food.

"About four, ma'am. He was not alone, coming with his mother," the worker told him as he looked at the employer's face.

He knows the problems that occur between them, it is possible that Daisha objected to the Goddess staying with him. However, looking at the woman's expression which was not excessive, the assistant felt relieved.

"I thought so." Daisha shrugged her shoulders as she continued her work.

"Bi, I'll be gone for a minute. Don't wake them, let them wake up by themselves" Daisha said as she removed the apron and returned to her room.

He came out after cleaning himself and dressed neatly. Like someone who goes to work in an office. He also took Dareen's car keys and drove it.

"Lucky, I didn't forget how to drive the car," he muttered happily.

The car continued on the road to a towering building that could only be entered by certain people.

Yeworks Company's. Inside there already stood a row of company leaders on the right and left splitting into streets. In their midst a middle-aged man gave instructions seriously.

"Today, our new chairman is coming. I hope you don't embarrass me in front of him. Do your job well, report about everything that goes on in the company. I don't want any mistakes. You understand!" firmly the man while addressing one by one of those who lined up there.

"Understand me, Chief!" sahut them simultaneously.

They prepare for his position, the man comes forward waiting for the arrival of Daisha's car. A black colored car sped up at a moderate speed and stopped in front of him.

Actually the company will pick up, but Daisha refuses and will come alone. The man opened the door for her, Daisha slowly came out wearing long black pants, a white shirt wrapped in a blazer in matching colors with her pants.

His legs are wrapped in high heels in black too. It is very different from Daisha in her life. Had Dareen been there, maybe the man would not have been able to recognize him immediately.

I hate these shoes, I hate their licking gazes. Why did Auntie ask me to sit on that fucking chair? I just want to be me, simple Daisha. Village and village girl. Not Daisha a descendant of Damian and heir to that chair.

"Welcome, Chief!" greet them politely.

Daisha stood facing them, accompanied by the man who had asked her to take the seat. He glanced, a little snorting when he saw the smile that puffed up on his wrinkled lips.

"Thank you for your welcome. Please cooperate!" Daisha looked down politely after being introduced by the man earlier.

The man introduced them one by one to Daisha as well as the positions he held. Daisha understood, she turned around after the old man invited her to enter the building.

Inside, the employees had lined up to welcome his arrival. He was invited around and given an explanation before heading to his room.

Daisha sat in her seat of greatness, turning around while admiring the room her father used to inhabit. Across the table, the old man sat smilingly looking at his face. He is with his eldest son who will become Daisha's assistant later.

"You used to be so happy to play in this room. Inside there is even still stored everything that became your toy when you were a child," said the man had made Daisha stop the action playing chairs.

Memories of the room with his parents flashed through his mind. Presenting a passionate longing, longing for the togetherness of those who were once very happy.

Daisha did not want to drag on in her memories, she neutralized her feelings, facing the man seriously.

"Uncle, give me a list of companies that are in that shade of our company. I want to see it," Pinta Daisha behaves like a leader.

The aura was so strong, they were like seeing Damian rise again. The man asked the son for a document, which he handed to Daisha.

Dareen's wife opened it and read one by one every letter on it. It listed the company as belonging to the husband, belonging to the Nugraha family, belonging to Dewantara, the Cakra company also belonging to Aleena's parents.

He smiled, that's good. Put the document on the table while moving.

"Hey, where are you going? Your job as CEO has only just begun," the man charged as he looked at Daisha who was about to leave the room.

The woman turned her head, with a smile she sighed.

"Don't I already run my part? Now, I hand it back to Uncle and ... What's he called?" Daisha pointed at the boy.

"Rian, Mistress. My name is Rian," he replied, looking down.

"Yes, Rian. Happy work to you. Work with all your heart!" daisha said as she raised her fist upwards.

He simply left the two of them staring at him. What astonished them was his face that was attached without sin at all.

"Why is she so sweet?"

Unknowingly Rian muttered softly admiring Daisha.

"Remember! He's your boss and he's married" remembers the father.

The young man chuckled while rubbing his neck.

"I know."

They have to return to work as usual, but hope that Daisha will immediately carry out her duties. What if Areta asks? The woman was also on her way to the building.