Antonym Intellect, Synonym of Dearest

We Lied?!

All the frenzy paced around to take care of Mbah Rangga's body.

I could only sit limp on the floor, in the corner, smearing my forehead with wind oil. My head is dizzy and my body is limp.

Too many things happened today.

What the hell just happened? It all happened so fast!

While Ariel was sitting next to me, she was laughing with her voice. She's...

“Iyaaaa, tomorrow deh yes love, we go to Bandung. No slow, nothing interesting matpelnya I want to run away at night with you.” Yeah, Ariel's calling her boyfriend. I don't know which girlfriend, I know every week she changes girls.

And when the others were in the fog, he'd already called three girls.

After a while, he hung up the phone and looked at me. “Ya Bu?” tanyakanya. Because I looked at him sharply. It feels really upset.

“Crazy...want to run away tomorrow?! The second hour is my lesson time!” I hit him on the head with sandals.

“Times anyway?!”

Plakk!!

I hit him again.

I'm pissed! Already my body is sick of being bullied by a boy, he plans to skip school tomorrow! Planned it in front of me anyway, her own homeroom!

“I need an impingement! Is it mom who is dizzy?! I have to think of a housekeeping plan after this!”

“After this we are divorced! What household? Semprul...!” my nag.

But the Beloved Lawyers suddenly came to us again.

Ariel and I immediately frowned in a bad way, a sign of feeling bad.

And, Mr. Johan also smiled gently while wiping his dryness from his fatty forehead.

Mr. Abel was even worse, he shook his head.

“Since this marriage has already taken place, in accordance with the rights of our clients, we will read the important agreement that we must not disclose when Raden Ranggasadono is still alive. This clause should be read when he is dead.”

What else is this...

Because Mr. Abel spoke in a loud voice, everyone there heard him. My family immediately stopped working.

Everybody's listening.

“First, compensation for new life and the honor of the two brides, namely Ariel Clodio Rejoprastowo, 17 years, and Ariel Claudia Ranggasadono, 24 years, is equal to 300 million rupiah.” each

I gawk.

Ariel dropped her phone.

Why so little?!

“Wait. I read it again,” Mr. Abel raised his hand. “Secondly, Wills of Raden Ranggasadono and Tumenggung Rejoprastowo, Each Head of the Family recorded as a descendant of both, will each be secured with gold, fixed assets, and cash worth 10 billion, respectively, except for those who from the beginning have refused this trust,”

Spontaneously everyone there cheered.

The atmosphere is very different from when they were busy taking care of Mbah Rangga's body.

But Ariel and I just kept quiet.

We still feel something is up.

“Please tenaaaang!” exclaim Mr. Abel, “Three, this is the most important!”

Everything quiet.

Mr. Abel took a breath as if he was getting ready for the rampage of the citizens.

“Three, the trust will only be accepted by the heirs in the next three years. That long... Marriage that occurs today is NOT allowed to end, or in other words NO divorce, at least up to three years from today's date.”

“An jeeeeeng!!” ariel shouted directly while slamming his phone.

We were all shocked and devastated.

Especially me.

I have ordered WO for my marriage with Arka, now it has to be postponed for three years?!

“If there is a divorce before three years, then all assets will be confiscated by... Raden Aryaguna Ranggasadono as the heir of SAH.”

“Raden Arya is rich!! He doesn't need any of that! He's not even here!!” protest everything.

“Yes where do I know? We are only lawyers mandated under legal protection!” said Mr. Abel.

Pakde Sasongko raised his hand, “Sedulur, dengaaar!”

We're speechless.

“This is indeed an old agreement of the family of Ranggasadono and Rejoprastowo. The gold they once found in the backyard was actually ready to run out because of a lack of knowledge of investment. At the last moment Raden Arya came and borrowed the rest of the property for investment in his Boss' company, with a net profit of 50%. The results are thousands of times what the initial predictions were! Since then, the Rangga-Rejo family has been successful again. So it is fitting that Raden Arya be the rightful heir because without him, we are not all prosperous!”

"Pakde can talk like that, Raden Arya is Pakde's son!!" Protesting one of the relatives.

"Even if Raden ARya is not recognized as a family, we know secretly he often met Pakde Sasongko!!"

“Ya don't confiscate all dooong! Kan Raden Arya can also benefit from the investment! If you want to return it!!”

“Not Pakde,” hiss one of the cousins, trying to defend Pakde Sasongko, “If it belongs to Raden Arya, surely he will invest and his money even be a child. If we are directly hedon-hedonan, it runs out. This is like trying to keep the flow of funds stable!”

“So we just have to beg Raden Arya, so?”

“Duh, I'm reluctant! Raden Arya is a killer! One family of victims!”

And finally all the families became noisy because of their own discussion.

I glanced at Pakde Sasongko. He is 75 years old and is in a wheelchair. I look tired of facing everything.

Of all the conglomerates in this family... Why should Raden Arya be the heir? Fatal!

I curled up on the floor again while hearing the conversation.

“Yes This is Her Mbah Died, she is not nongol,”

“She came here yesterday, talking about this. He was the first to be called Mbah Rangga to discuss.” Said Mr. Johan.

“What is special Raden Arya, just because he is his son Pakde Sasongko... bla bla bla bla..” and everyone there is nagging about my cousin.

I could only stay on the floor, regretting what happened.

“Ya already! Anyway three years don't divorce ya Riel, Two Ariel!!”

“Do not want dong! If the school finds out, my future is gone! Master will also be threatened with being fired! We are one school. He's my homeroom teacher!” ariel was upset.

“If you already have that money, you guys do not go to school either!” yell at one of the guys.

And then they were busy arguing again.

And again...

And again...

I could only curl up on the floor.

I need my boyfriend...

I'm going home and hugging my mole pillow.

Take a day off tomorrow and a movie marathon from Prime Video.

Sick and disappointed.

**

The beginning of this excitement occurred when we were both picked up suddenly during the day, and were told that Mbah Rangga had felt this was his last day.

We're both this, meaning me and Ariel.

My name is Ariel Claudia Ranggasadono, I am currently 24 years old, My profession is a high school teacher, while completing my doctoral studies in economics. I will explain later why my profession is only a High School Teacher and not a lecturer just considering my education is very high.

My future husband's name, the bad boy who was a whirlwind at school still wearing his gray white uniform, Ariel Clodio Rejoprastowo. He was 17 years old last week. I remember she was just 17 because to celebrate her birthday she was babbling at school.

Yes, until breaking the glass window of the teacher's room. 3 Days suspension. Just look at her cheeks are still red from my slap.

I shouldn't have slapped him, my position as a teacher. I could have been fired and prosecuted because no matter how much he was my protege.

But he was vandalizing, he threw the glass in the teacher's room in a Jack Daniels bottle. How shameful I am as his homeroom teacher and brother! Although not a single member but I recommended him to attend Bhakti Putra High School!

When we were in the teacher's room BK, we were picked up by Pakde. To immediately go home because Mbah Rangga felt it was time.

I knew he was from Mbah Rejo's family since he was born. The ringleader of the artisan makes a scene in the Rejoprastowo Family. I also passed it into Bakti Putra High School because I was the Chairman of the Foundation. Moreover, this High School guy is quite smart. Only one fatal mistake that is difficult to fix, he is a delinquent, a drunkard, often do vandalism.

No public school has accepted it. Even private schools make it difficult.

Because I worked as a teacher at Bhakti Putra High School, Mbah Rejo's family asked for my help.

The head of the Foundation reluctantly granted my request, on condition, that... This Ariel must reach a certain value. One year of attending Bhakti Putra High School is quite good. Great huh? Less moral darling...

“Indeed this can be SAH huh?” grunting.

“That is important is recorded in the country. Yes use ‘ini’ lah let smoothly,” Whisper Mr. Johan while swiping his finger sign ‘uang speaking’. KTP ku Central Jakarta. and this Penghulu from the village where Mbah Kakung lives. Could it be?! The influence of money is really dangerous.

“Bu Master!” Ariel came up to me while groping my arm, “Come home! I'm going to Raden Arya's office ! Want protest!” exclaiming Ariel fiery.

“Ngak...” muttered.

“Absolutely Ma Guru wants Miss Guru's wedding to be cancelled?! Three years that year old loh bu!”

“You don't know what Raden Arya is like?!” I clasped his hand. All I remember, it was a moment of silence.

I again accused Ariel so as not to mess with the name Raden Aryaguna Ranggasadono. “You are desperate to his office, you are wrong to talk about it even he confiscated everything! Careful you! He had this same family trauma, so he never wanted to show up at any activity. Even though behind him he still respects Mbah Rangga as a grandfather! Whyaaa? Because when he fell into the deepest hole not a single one of his family helped! Others even throw him out! Ugly him! He's the Prince Who's Expelled! And one more.he's the Political Thugs' henchmen in this country, the right-hand man of Damascus Prabasampurna. On knowing that name, right? Wrong by the way, could die you!”

I snorted in annoyance.

When I was a kid, and Ariel wasn't born yet, Pakde Sasongko was once kidnapped for a fantastic ransom. Mbah Rangga almost paid for it, but this Raden Arya, his son Pakde Sasongko, desperate to the abductor's residence, saved Pakde Sasongko. Worse, to save Pakde Sasongko, he had to engage in fight scenes, torture and shootouts. The victim was a family of kidnappers. It turns out that the kidnapping was masterminded by Rival's company.

Instead of thanking Pakde Sasongko managed to survive and Mbah Rangga gold did not decrease, Mbah Rangga instead drove Raden Arya! Raden Arya is on trial for the murder of one family, despite the fall in self-defense, but there are many police considerations I don't understand.

Right now I hear, Raden Arya was recruited by a company called Argadhing Corp to be a bouncer. But his monthly salary could be billions. I met him last month because my girlfriend, Arka, is an employee of Argadhing Corp.

Raden Arya's face is really terrible, the whole body is full of tattoos and he met me in a position holding a weapon. I don't know what he's doing in the basement.

But I still know the face of the feather through the photo displayed in Pakde Sasongko's room.

When I greeted him with his real name, Raden Aryaguna Ranggasadono, he immediately approached me and said, “You call me again by that name, you can die.”

Epic.

“So, throw away about meeting Raden Arya !” I screamed in frustration.

I grabbed my bag, though,

I'm walking down a big road to get a taxi to the train station. By ourselves.