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"Who's developer?" The voice of Atmanegara is deep and authoritative.

"Copy of the Main Work, Sir." Rion replied, while reading the piece of paper he was holding.

Atmanegara put his left hand on his pants. Walk confidently towards the hotel elevator, followed by Rion beside him.

"Hmmm... Rumangkang banner." Atmanegara named the developer.

"Why do you think he chose this house?"

Rion cleared his throat before answering his boss's question.

It's obvious, isn't your son looking for attention? That's what it is.

Of course it was only in Rion's heart. And he gave his diplomatic answer.

"I think Violin just wants to socialize, sir. The housing is quite crowded. I don't think it's too bad to be in the middle of a city with a wide reach."

The real subtle insinuation. Rion just wanted to say, 'your daughter is lonely sir'.

"I'm not talking about range. You switched professions so what kind of sales provider?" Atmanegara glanced at Rion.

Of course the range does not matter for Atmanegara, once flick up to Mount Semeru.

"I'll drop more personnel to watch him, sir."

Atmanegara stroked his beard while bearded.

"Make sure Violin is not disturbed by your supervision. Don't make something so complicated!"

"Good, sir."

"Has he come?" Atmanegara glanced at his watch.

"She's been waiting for you to have dinner at the restaurant downstairs."

"Hmmm..."

***

5 O'clock in the afternoon less than ten minutes local time.

Malik breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Violin stepping away from the shooting room.

The model was changing clothes in the changing room at the end of the room.

Nadia was busy cleaning her bag and approached Malik who was busy arguing with photographers.

"Today congratulations, Lik. I took the oath!" Nadia holds Malik's shoulder.

"Moreover me, I have given all my strength, bestiii. For my dedication to this company." Malik nyerocos's.

"Opaan the hell lo, lebay. That's your job, kaliii... Same with your salary!" Nadia sneered at Malik's lemes mouth.

"Gue go home first, Lik." Pamit Nadia's.

Malik held Nadia's hand.

"Eh, After this I want to eat spicy meatballs, extra tether plus fried onions. Let my brain shine again. You wanna come?" Rose Malik.

"Elo treat, right?" Nadia.

"There's not!" Malik waved his hand in front of Nadia.

"Abis my money, make car service. My car's stuck no time, any time it's a car." Malik pointed at Nadia's face.

"Make a taxi pay to pick up the model to the hospital back and forth, belom to bribe Ridwan... " Malik fell silent, then patted his eel.

"Maaakkk, forgot lueeee... The Ridwan I stay in the hospital, I told wait for his mom to model." Malik kelojotan looks like a hot worm.

"Well, you're a boy!" Malik ngacir while pressing his phone, contacted Ridwan.

Nadia mumbled, "Crazy child, troubled man, my face to blame."

***

Dion looked at Atmanegara who was still silent listening to his chatter.

A moment later the middle-aged man sighed.

"What makes it so easy to leave my son?" Atmanegara put a spoonful of raw rice into his mouth and chewed slowly.

Even when chewing, he looked so calm.

"I don't want to make Violin tormented for longer with my ego. You know what I mean, right?"

"We are both busy men. The difference is you are the heir, while I am the pioneer. It should be easier for you to get through this." Atmanegara added sambal to his raw rice.

"Sadly, you should have thought of this before." Added again.

"You didn't just hurt Vio, you hurt me."

"Sorry, Pa." Dion lowered his head, not daring to stare at his future ex-in-law.

"You think I can think of an adult. It's not a kid that I have to hit to get your brain back on edge." Atmanegara feeds his last spoon of rawon.

"Even such a big company you can handle, how can your household not becus you take care of!"

Dion remained silent. Answering will only prolong the business. He knew Atmanegara was angry. The old man was only good at processing his emotions so as not to explode.

The figure of Atmanegara who he always admired. Batapa he was lucky to have the opportunity to be his son-in-law.

His dream is to be like Atmanegara. Even the way he looked, smiled and was angry Dion learned a lot from Atmanegara.

One that Dion did not want to emulate from this old man, namely the uniqueness of his household.

How can Atmanegara say about the becus or not of the household in his care, while his own household, I don't know...

Violin always complains this it's about her Papa-Mama. Their few households are not much different.

And Dion didn't want to add to his wife's scar. At least if Violin had to get hurt, it wasn't for him.

It looks selfish. From another person's point of view, let him be wrong. He also did not feel the most right. Nor will he give any justification.

Atmanegara wiped his mouth with a napkin after finishing a glass of water.

"You need to learn more, Dion. I just don't want one day you to fall for being too careless."

Atmanegara got up from his seat and patted Dion on the shoulder, "I'm going."

Then the middle-aged man passed by leaving Dion stuck on his desk.

It's true that he married Violin out of love. Thas right. To this day it is still the same.

Then somehow his heart was so sore when he found his wife was always waiting for him to come home until late at night. I fell asleep on the living room couch.

Dion becomes increasingly ill as Vio demands his time.

Not that he does not want to, just be the heir unlike Atmanagara said.

Dion was in full charge of the throne of his great-grandmother's legacy. His shoulders are kneeled to always be upright, if he is a little careless not only the stomachs of thousands of employees and the families of his employees who are displaced, but also the survival of his own extended family.

People can judge him selfishly. But this is a form of responsibility for the family he loves.

When he married Violin, his father was still healthy. Still standing tall in support of Dion. But since his father had a problem with his heart, practically all work and responsibilities were on his shoulders. The burden he bore was more and more heavy.

Vio deserves to be happy. He considers this separation as a form of his love for Vio. So that the woman can find her own happiness. Happiness that he could not give.

Let it be until later, whether it is time, he himself will find his own happiness.

Until that time comes, Dion just wants Violin to be happier than he is.

Sometimes love is as painful as this. Some risk their entire fortune just for love. But some risk their love for their possessions.

What Dion did was different, he risked his love for the family he loved.

If only this could go hand in hand without anyone getting hurt. But why is it difficult? And this hurts.

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