Princess Endut
39. Brilyan Pratama's

A black shoe that looks shiny seems to touch the surface of the yard of the house is quite spacious when someone stepped down from a luxury car in black.

The man in a neat uniform is now stepping into the house through a fairly large door that looks wide open as if indicating if there is someone inside.

The handsome man now sighed after his steps stopped to find the man in black who was sitting on a yellow-gold sofa that seemed to give the impression of glamour.

The man swallowed his salivary and biting his lips encouraged him to step forward to climb up the stairs to his room on the second floor.

"Brelyan!" The firm-pitched man's voice sounded.

Yep, that man is Brilyan, Brilyan Pratama. The quiet man who has a smart brain and pride Cendrawasih International School. A handsome man who is always chased by schoolgirls and also Weva, the fat girl who always expects love from Brilyan.

Brilyan's footsteps came to a halt when his feet were just on the second step made him nervously turn to look at the man in black.

Johan Iskandar was a man of honor and wealth who was always flattered by the crowd. Which company does not know the name of this 49-year-old widower man.

"Here you!" call Johan.

Brilyan was only able to according to the words of his Papa to make him now step a step to reduce the distance between him and his Papa.

Brilyan stopped his steps right in front of Johan accompanied by a gripping silence.

"What did you learn in school?" asked Johan in a stern tone. 

Brilyan was downcast, not daring to stare at the face of that stern man. That cold voice made Brilyan tremble.   

"What did you learn?" ask Johan again.

"English."

"Continue?"

"Physics, biology and cultural arts."

Johan nodded.

"What English language is worth?"

"There's no job yet."

"Why is there no task? If there is no task you should ask the same teacher you let you get schoolwork."

"You don't go with the kids at school who just come, sit and go home."

"Yes, Pa" Brilyan replied.

"Physics can measure how much you are?"

"As usual, Pa."

"100?" guess Johan.

Brilyan nodded, asserting Johan's guess made Johan smile proudly while nodding.

"Biology?"

"Same, Pa," Brilyan replied.

"Good, if art culture?" johan asked Brilyan to look down.  

"Why?"

"So our art culture was told to snatch."

"How much do you get?" ask Johan.

Brilyan shook his head slowly as if he did not want to mention the value of his cultural arts.

Johan breathed heavily as if feeling a bad feeling at the value of his only son.

"How much?" ask Johan.

There's no answer. Brilyan silent a thousand languages.

"How much?!!" johan's snapping made Brilyan gasp in shock.

Brilyan was still silent making him only able to fall silent letting his fear envelop him at this moment. His body instantly trembled with his breath that felt stifled in his chest.

"Raful!!!" calling Johan made the black-clothed man who had been standing at the door approach.

"Check the value in the drawing book!" pinta Johan makes Raful immediately open Brilyan's black bag and reach for the picture book that has been rolled as neat as possible.

Brilyan was only able to be silent and resigned to let his Papa assistant take and give his picture book to the papa.                

Johan was silent as a steady child Brilyan who was still bowed. Slowly Johan now open the picture book owned by Brilyan makes Johan stupefied.  

Plaques

Johan who was filled with anger now threw Brilyan's picture book on the floor to make the picture book wide open until the picture and Brilyan's value was clearly visible.  

Johan rose with a look of anger and moved closer to Brilyan.

"You got 80 on your cultural arts assignment?" johan asked with pressure to make both of her rahags stiffen.

"Java!!!"

Both of Brilyan's eyes were closed as the voice seemed to have slapped him in the face. Brilyan quickly nodded though hesitant to do so.

"Why?!!" snapped Johan.

"Why Brilyan?!!"

"You want to make Papa embarrassed?!!"

"Well?!!"

"You want to make papa embarrassed?!!"

"You know you're Papa's only child and that means you have to be Papa's proudest!!!".

"Why are you quiet, huh?!!"

"Why are you just silent?!!"

"Just answer!!!"

"Brilyan's sorry, but Brilyan doesn't know how to draw, Pa. Brilyan felt that Brilyan had no talent in the field of art," defended Brilyan in a cautious tone.

"You should be able to!!!" yelling Johan suddenly made Brilyan manage to gasp in surprise.

"You should be able to in any field, Brilyan!!!"

"You're Papa's son, Papa's only son and you should be able to do everything, whatever it is!!!"

"You should be able to be Papa's pride!!!"

"you're horrified, is that what Papa said?"

Brilyan was silent with his head that was only able to look down trying to shift his gaze so as not to see the look of Johan's eyes which were definitely looking at him sharply.

"Depresents not you?" snapped Johan who did not know how many times and for the umpteenth time Brilyan was only able to nod a thousand languages.     

Johan sighed heavily then immediately threw his body to sit on his luxurious sofa.

"Now you're going up! Change your clothes after that you learn art."

Hearing that, Brilyan looked up at his father.

"Study art?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"But, Pa-"

"Papa will call a famous art teacher to teach you about art" he said.

"Papa does not want to squirm or dread you get a value of under a hundred."

"Papa wants you to get a hundred in school, if necessary if there is a value above one hundred in giving you a grade you must be able to achieve that" demanded Johan.

"But, Pa-"

"No buts, Brilyan!" Appointing Johan made Brliyan speechless.

"There's no excuse. Whatever it is you should be able to. Papa doesn't want to hear your excuses. Know you?"

Brilyan was now only able to nod in resignation. Dealing with someone who thirsts for fame and praise always makes someone's mind tormented and that's what Brilyan feels right now. It's not going on at the moment but it's been a long time and it looks like there's not going to be an end.

Brilyan turned away after grabbing his picture book that his Papa had smashed on the floor and then with his small step he stepped into the room past the large cupboard filled with trophies owned by Brilyan and some awards that were in the room the walls of countless houses.

Brilyan stepped up her legs up the stairs. Look at the big photo on the wall. A picture of her and her Papa sitting with a smile while standing with a tense face.

This magnificent house is like hell to me, if anyone tells me how lucky I am to be the son of a man named Johan who is a rich and honorable person then I can only laugh.

Laughing at his opinion of my life.

*I am the worst person in the world who should always be something Papa wants to be.

I should be able to be proud by Papa*.

Being the only child is bad, man.

The only child should be the best of the best. 

The only child must be perfect because their expectations are only one.

I can only stay down and always spend my time studying.

I have no friends, no relatives, no friends.

That's why I'm often shut down by people who want to interact with me.

Papa said having many people nearby only makes people stupid and waste time with things that are not important.

*Honestly, it's wrong. I want to have friends, but Papa always says to make books friends.

Is that true?

That's too much not*.

I want to be free just like those who can express themselves through laughter and jokes, but unfortunately I am still strongly bound by my Papa even loosening it never, not never but can not.

This is how I feel.

And I'm Brilyan Pratama.