Young Miss Assistant
Falsehood
The flashback
13 Years ago...
Ren sighed deeply after he finished taking the exam. Sitting side by side with his employer's driver Mr. Giman and facing his mistress, in a cafeteria located in a shopping center.
"How's the test!?" Dea knitted her forehead.
"I answer as much as I can, ma'am..." Ren smiled awkwardly.
"Look, I warned you to get out of the house. The current you will only be a hindrance to Jeny," Dea began to drink a cup of coffee in front of her.
Ren closed his eyes for a moment, sighed, "I can't part with miss" he said with trembling hands.
"If so forced I will take you to an orphanage outside the area, and change your name," Dea sighed.
"Mrs..." Ren raised the intonation of his voice.
"You who are now will only be a hindrance to Jeny. A few more years come if you feel worthy of my daughter" Dea still sat down to enjoy her drink.
"Sir Giman, take him!! It's a plane ticket and money. All invite the family of Mr. Giman to move," he ordered the driver, not wanting his daughter to find any traces at all.
Ren sighed down, "I won't show up unless I feel appropriate for the lady. Please take good care of the lady. Don't let the lady cry and be lonely. If one day she likes someone and gets married, please don't look at someone of her wealth, look for someone who really loves you. So that I have no regrets," the teenager's hand clenched, holding the wound in her heart.
"Ren, come on.." Giman (the driver who drove Ren) got up and pulled the teenager's hand.
"Please take good care of the lady" he said before leaving, pulled by the driver.
Dea smiled, feeling her daughter's weakness to be an heir had disappeared. Sit leaning his back on the chair, enjoying the view of the people passing by.
***
The hand of a teenager fumbles through the window of a plane that will take him to another island, a place that may be unfamiliar to him.
Slowly dragging his suitcase into the orphanage, under the name Farel, a new name prepared by Dea.
I will try little by little, she said in her heart.
A few months passed, a couple who look foreign nationality came, around to see the children there.
A man who cannot walk and an energetic woman like to have a young soul.
"We want the boy!!" Ayana (the woman, a Japanese national) points towards Ren who is sitting alone isolated in the room.
"Sorry, shouldn't you adopt a baby!?" the orphanage manager knitted his forehead.
"No, I'm not good at taking care of babies. It would be nice to have a big kid..." Ayana answered.
"You like it too, baby!?" ask the man sitting in a wheelchair.
"Of course, I like all your options" replied Dilen (a European national)
***
Ren with his name now Farel, could only sigh at times. Not expecting at the age of 14 years there are still people who will adopt it.
But one thing he did not know. Adopted is a gift and a disaster.
"Mother's son come on!! Why did it just collapse!?" Ayana who lives in Singapore cheers Farel who was slammed many times in the judo training arena.
Why do I have this cruel mother, he said in his heart trying to get up, resume his match training.
Plaque...
Farel's hand was hit with a ruler. "Remember, this should be subtitled here. The result is coupled with this," explains Dilen, teaching his son. Dilen's profession is a lecturer at a university. At night the pile of books will be food for Farel.
"Dad for the first time I was tired of studying. This is a lesson for students, I'm a junior high school (SMP)," Farel stared at the pile of foreign-language books and management and business that were too ordinary to understand.
"Dad is a lecturer, of course, I know which son is stupid and pretends to be stupid. Check out your IQ test!! A lesson like this should not be difficult, right!?" he asked while showing the results of Ren's IQ test with a result of 187.
Live with the lady, ride a bike every day, without much learning. Just teaching the lady lovingly is better, he said in his heart to observe the raw pile that must be learned.
Years later, Farel is now 18 years old. Already entered college not to seek an S1 degree, but is looking for an S2 degree. Who else taught if not Dilen's foster father.
His body was now taller, looking more well-groomed than it had been four years ago. The beautiful young man also now rarely uses glasses, occasionally using them only to work on something related to the computer.
Today Farel knelt before his two adoptive parents. Submitting a proposal, with cold sweat running down his temple.
"You sure!? Already checked from the laboratory and the raw material place!?" Dilen clenched his forehead, reading a yellow map in front of him.
"Already, raw materials also come directly from farmers. I researched it myself, not relying on lab officers. So the percentage of errors is minimal" he replied.
"How much!?" Ayana took her breath.
Farel raised his face smiling as if he had hope, "A hundred thousand dollars (1.5 billion rupiah) profit sharing 50%, 50%..."
"Dad thought you were going to follow in the footsteps of father becoming a lecturer," Dilen looked disappointed.
"The business world, in contrast to academia. If in the academic world you are smart will succeed. However, in the business world friends can be enemies. Luck and accuracy of strategy taking is needed. You also have to be smart to choose people to trust," said Dilen gave advice.
"I know, I'll try..." Farel took his breath.
"But a hundred thousand dollars to start a business!?" Dilen knelt his forehead in doubt. Looking towards his wife.
"Why indeed!?" Farel did not understand.
"Mom invested a million dollars, how!?" Ayana knitted her forehead.
"No, it's better to start from scratch, assume I'm a young entrepreneur who just submitted a proposal. You can't possibly invest a million dollars in a new entrepreneur right!?" the question is full of smiles.
***
7 Years passed...
The company that Farel built from scratch, has grown quite rapidly. It even beats the company that Jeny's late grandfather owned. The company was supposed to be led by Jeny, but was taken over by Dea. With the reason that Jeny is actually old enough and education has not been able to.
With a quick pace Farel was wearing casual clothes. A white sweater and jeans, complete with an ear phone hanging from his neck running from the passenger arrival area of an airport, pulled his suitcase followed by his trusted assistant Tomy.
"You want to propose but wear clothes like this!? Shouldn't you change your clothes first!?" Tomy sighed, staring saturatedly at his master who only talked about one woman in his life.
"No, just one second too late Jeny might be proposed to someone," Farel continued to step up, to run waiting for a taxi for a while.
Taxi cars began to speed through the dense urban road, white face clean, black hair blown as breeze, with a smile staring out the window of the speeding car.
Large gate, residence of Jony (stepfather of Jeny in sight). Eagerly, Ren pulled his suitcase, followed by Tomy who sighed many times.
A servant in the house led them to the living room. Ren's eyes scanned the photos of his childhood sweetheart, now grown into a beautiful mature girl.
"Sorry, who are you!?" Dea clenched her forehead staring at the two young men sitting on the sofa.
"My lady Ren. As promised, if I feel it is appropriate for the lady, I will come." she replied.
Dea observed Ren's appearance from top to bottom. Look down on that kid. Moreover, Daniel had agreed to his betrothal with Jeny, only then had not done the marriage, of course Dea would not let Daniel who was respected enough among business people, void being his future son-in-law.
"You have a house!?" Dea began to sit up, clenching her forehead.
"Have..." Ren nodded.
"Car!?" ask the middle-aged woman again.
"There's.." she answered.
"This is how Jeny is used to living well. The old house in most villages only had a pick up car, Jeny would not be happy to occupy it," Dea sighed.
Tomy rounded his eyes in surprise, Old house in the village!? You even have several hotels and villas abroad. And a pickup!? My master invests in several show rooms, and companies that produce luxury cars... This guy's gone crazy...
"Let me talk to the lady, I will reassure her if I can make her happy," Farel (name Ren now) sighed trying to be patient, reluctantly explaining.
He can't meet Jeny... Dea began to smile, preparing lies in order to drive away the young man who she thought was unfavorable to her.
"Sorry, Jeny was married a few months ago," Dea said with a smile.
Ren paused for a moment to calm down and then forced himself to smile, "I want to congratulate miss, may I meet her just once!?"
"Jeny lives in Australia, along with her husband. They met and got married there, and Jeny was happy with her husband" she said.
"Is that so!?" Ren took out a small black box from his suitcase."Here, for the lady, if the lady returns please say, I pray for her happiness, "he said, putting a black box on the table and then passing away.
"Mrs.I'm sorry..." Ren stepped out, pulling his suitcase followed by Tomy.
Just as the young man came out, Dea glanced at the box that was on the table, then opened it. A diamond necklace with a sun symbol is seen.
"This is a real diamond!?" Dea looked at the front door of her house that was beginning to close suspiciously.
"Is that kid now a robber!?" the middle-aged woman clenched her forehead, then started wearing the necklace that was supposed to be for Jeny.
"Give up, this necklace is pretty good too." he said save it for himself.
***
Ren stared silently at the window in the taxi car that was starting to go. There was not the slightest sad expression on his face.
My master is indeed very stern, truly a true man. Not crying one bit, for the happiness of the only woman in his life, silent in sincerity... Tomy stared proudly at his master, yet it was only temporary.
"Tomy!! he's married..." Ren started to shed his tears.
I'm pulling my words... Tomy said in his heart, his forehead was saturated.
"We're going to Australia!! Book me a ticket!!" he said while crying.
"Sir, he's happy, so let it go, don't catch up with him. Accept your destiny to be an immortal virgin" Tomy calmed her master.
Seriate