Days After You's

Chapter 2 - The Choice of Grandpa and Father

My name is Gavindra Luiz Wilcolm. Commonly called Luiz but there are also those who call Gavin. I was twenty-eight years old and just got married a week ago. I can't tell you if you're asking me if my days have been different since I got married, because two days after the wedding I went out of town on a business trip.

My wife's name is Stella Wesley's daughter. Three years younger than me. He's the son of one of my family's corporate branch directors, Mr. Wesley. He rarely appears at business parties or other social gathering events, so information about him is minimal apart from knowing his family status. What I heard from my father was that she was a good woman and the best fit to accompany me on this new ark in my life. I don't know from what side he saw it, but this time I think I made the wrong first choice.

Our family group company—Wilcolm Group— which is engaged in the field of media and electronics can be said to be one of the largest in the country. Starting from my grandfather to my father who leads now, the value of the company continues to increase per year. Since childhood I have been formed and taught to be the heir of the company, but if you look at my father's ambition for the future prospects of the company, I know that my rise in position will still be a discourse for the next few years.

After a few years of finishing college and working from the position of ordinary employees, you want me to start from the bottom to adjust to the company— now I have reached the right position under him as Director. Since Father is the Managing Director I am also directly responsible to him. Not an easy journey to satisfy the father, he always has a high enough standard and is always disciplined for everything, not least that includes the matter of his son.

However, the man who always wanted to demand perfection instead chose a woman who was far from that word to marry me. I don't know what got him so hooked by Stella. If it's about status or business, know there are still many children from other branch directors or maybe other company directors who in my opinion bring more profit than Stella's father.

My dad also liked Stella. I think he was the one who persuaded my father to betroth Stella to me. That's the most appropriate reason for now. In our family, father is only subject to one person and that is grandfather. Grandfather is the founder of the company and who started everything from scratch, therefore his opinion is very crucial. If grandfather says A, ninety-five percent of fathers will obey him without opposing anything.

It's still clear the conversation between me, my father, and my grandfather happened about four months ago. That night, I who happened to be coming home called my father to grandfather's room to chat.

"Luiz, you've arrived. Sit fast. Grandfather can't talk to us for long" said the father as I just finished greeting him. I immediately took my place in the chair next to my father.

"Did something happen?" I wondered at the quiet voice of my father. Rarely did my father and grandfather call me just for a chat, there must be a shrimp behind the rock.

Dad smiled and patted me on the shoulder, "Yes something important. Isn't that right, Dad?"

"Hm...Very important," Grandpa rubbed his beard, "Cu, how old are you now? You've grown so big. Very big, very big."

"Twenty-eight, Cake."

"Twenty-eight.hm.it's time, it's time," said the grandfather in a raucous voice. Grandfathers have a habit of repeating the final sentence, so do not be surprised if the short talk usually becomes a little longer.

I who did not understand then looked back at my father questioningly. Father who rarely smiled, today looks happier than usual. Seeing her looking at me with tender attention just felt strange and strange.

"We want you to get married soon, Luiz," the father responded and was then overwritten by the grandfather with a 'married, married' while still wiping his beard nonstop.

As a person who is proclaimed to be inheriting the company, sooner or later, I always knew this time would come as well. I was never interested in getting involved with women, because I knew in the end it was you who would decide who was best to marry me. If this topic is raised, rather than wanting to oppose, I am more curious about who I will be paired with.

"Married? With who?" My toot.

"With Mr. Wesley's son, Stella, you know him, right?" Answer Father.

"Hm...Stella, good girl, good girl."

Both of my eyebrows rose to hear the foreign name, "I know Mr. Wesley, but I don't know anything about his son. I've never met him."

"Oh? Though I remember him having stopped by here a few times with his father, when he was a kid he even played with you, don't you remember?"

I'm shaking. I really don't remember anyone named Stella. Good when I was a kid to this day.

"Hm..you haven't reintroduced them yet, Martin?" Timpal grandfather with a dissatisfied tone. The wrinkled folds on his forehead grew deeper.

"Ah. I think Luiz still remembers Stella," said the father, laughing crisply, "But that doesn't matter. You can still meet him later. She's a nice girl like your grandfather said, and we're sure she's the woman to go with you."

"Yes.it fits perfectly, fits perfectly."

"I'll tell you again about this later. When that comes, take your time to meet and get to know him."

That night, I went back to taking time before bed to try to remember the figure named "Stella" I once knew from my old memory. But there is nothing but a faint memory that I am not so sure of. As a result I chose to give up thinking about it until the moment I met the original person.

A month later, I met him.

"You must be busy."

"Not really. I just happen to have a meeting today. I don't mean to be late, I'm sorry again."

"Oh no-no, I told you it's okay. I-I said that with the intention of praising you. You must be a hard worker like your father told you."

"Oh."

"Yes..."

"Thank you then."

"Together."

I don't know what to talk to him about because the atmosphere feels awkward. She kept smiling while looking at me but didn't try to say anything more.

"M..."

"Yes?"

"You yourself are busy what—"

That's when the call from Rio saved me coming in. I don't continue my question anymore. Maybe I haven't sat there for half an hour and I decided to go.

"I have to leave immediately, Miss Stella. There's more important business in the office. Hm. I'll pay the bill. See you later."

"Oh.ok. See you, be careful on the road."

I used to think she would beg her father to cancel all these matchmaking after that failed date, but apparently she didn't do that.

I was quite disappointed with the choice of father, I was expecting to meet someone who 'more' but Stella was nothing more than a typical woman who always hung under her father's status. Shy and tidqk adq who caught my interest. But what can I do if he's the one my father and grandfather chose, I won't oppose them. I don't like to invite trouble, so I'll take it for now.

My wife is so praised by my father and grandfather. I wonder what makes him so fond of them. Maybe I can find a little reason in these four years of marriage.

"Well..."

I took a deep breath while closing the door to my room that was opposite the guest room that now belonged to Stella. Downstairs, the unopened wedding gifts also almost filled the entire living room. The apartment that used to be my own place, is now filled with everything that reminds me of the existence of Stella.

It's really happened. From now on, will live with this woman.

Just four years. It's only four years until the time my agreement with Stella will end and we can return to our respective lives as we have. All I need is to be patient and that time will come soon.

Stella. Even his name still sounded foreign so out of my mouth.