Don't Be Ferocious Dong, Non !

Sorry, Dad

The room was filled with shabby books whose sheets had turned yellow. Various documentation on politics and economics from the transitional era of the order, to documentation in the form of newspapers and old magazines coloring every corner.

I actually like my dad's office that he built specifically in our house. Doing something there from starting schoolwork, campus assignments to working with my laptop feels light this fingers are creative. Since I was in High School, my father has rarely been in the office, PT. Jade Pembangunan Bersama, the parent company of my company. His health is not too good to be suspended 9 to 5 in the office building with various problems surrounding him.

If you could say, actually before I ran away, I interacted with my father quite often compared to my two brothers who always avoided. Dimitri is always looking for a reason to work in the office, and Devan, who is willing to work physically in our stone quarry area, rarely met his father at home and avoids work that requires him to sit behind a computer all day. Although they look obedient to my father's orders, but actually the most depressed maybe even the two of them.

I am used to living my life as I please.

The company is already, I accept. But don't expect me to do it wholeheartedly, and I did. Seemed arrogant and underestimating. It clearly shows that I don't like it.

Not given company yes I am relaxed. My diploma is up to S3, and the frills of my name are Sanjaya. I can be accepted to work anywhere. So the boss of another company to become a parking attendant I can. So drivers at rival companies can in fact. Hehe.

I tried to face my father, manly. As if AYah and the Son had met.

You could say, I was the embodiment of my father when he was young. More like my other brothers.

Everything he doesn't like about me is something he doesn't like about himself. And all the things I don't like about my father, are things I don't like about myself.

So, when we talk alone like this, it could be that we are talking to ourselves.

Funny,

But that's the way Father and Son are.

My father's name is Adi Sanjaya. Born in DI Yogyakarta, and still a family of descendants of the palace of Surakarta. Don't ask me which family, obviously I don't remember so many descendants. What is clear is that we are routinely sent genealogy books every year and invited to attend cultural ceremonies and rituals. Of course, I rarely attend.

“You we made a match, you refused, you resisted, you ran away, and now you're dating the woman you rejected. Then the father who got the mockery, insults, and termination of the cooperation project you consider the wind then, is that it? Father's heartache is still felt, see Nar.”.

I sneered and looked down. Yeah, well, that's not fair to my dad.

In this case, I gave up. I am more childish than my father.

Maybe, say’ sorry’ alone is not enough I say in this case.

So I kept quiet, accepting all my father's complaints.

“That's why you hurt so?” ask dad suddenly.

I'm still quiet.

It's a shame to admit that this scratch on my forehead was beaten by Mr. Dias, Miss's father.

“Father hope that due to being beaten by Mr. Dias, maybe I should thank him for being willing to represent an action that I will never do for you,”

Back I chopped, then frowned.

If I were a father, maybe I would behave the same way.

"That's it, your father's money deposited in Sapphire 100 billion with low interest. As a result, the bonus in Jade was not as big as last year. You have made people in the office misuh-misuh. Poor Loh Nar, employees have worked hard, hoping there is an increase in income, uh because you the company so impressed do not appreciate the performance of employees. Don't be Danaaaaaar" my father complained.

I also lowered my face. That's the money I gave Miss to make her performance go up while I was still a driver.

"Dad still believes you can restore the company's glory. The strategy you designed to rival Haidar is considered to have a good impact compared to the concept proposed by Dimitri. If continued a little more, our profit can increase beyond the target.There is no need for any match-making to realize a healthy CAR,”

In my bow, I sneered. Why not from yesterday, say this.

“Yaaa, but yesterday I didn't know that your strategy worked,” Dad answered me like he could read my heart.

“So, Danar,”

Slowly I lifted my face, it seemed like the look of my face was still lazily on mode.

“... want you now what?” my father finally asked.

I grinned, “I think dad knows what I want,”

“Don't be so dry with old people. If father died in a state of conceit can runyam,” grumbled my father.

“Sorry, dad,” mumbled.

“Yes, make dad enough of those words alone,”

Do good without looking trivial, act gently without looking soft. Make people see you are a beautiful goose swimming in the lake. Kalem, calm and beautiful. But when disturbed, your bite is enough to make a hatchet.

But beyond that, count the profits and losses. If after counting the elements harm more, lift your chin, leave without the need to hurt. Because maybe in the future you still need him. But if the profit element is more, keep lifting your chin, but add a smile and bend your back. Respect without the need to lick.

So, in this case,

I was considered an object that was still profitable in his life. My departure makes everything runyam. So he accepted my apology easily and was able to reconcile without the need for a war of veins.

You see, Dad, I don't think I know his intentions.

“Dad will be blessed, on condition.” he talks so.

 “If you get divorced, you two, you and Nondi, will lose everything. We will not accept you in our family, you will not receive inheritance, grants, and recognition that you are part of our family. So, you'll receive two misfortunes. The first is divorce, the second is broken. Point.”

“Dad and Mr. Dias have agreed, there will be no way you two can prank us again. This decision took place even though Dias' father and father were dead. Bind it to your seventh descendant. Clear, Danar?!”

Cruel.

But what can I do.

After that, I went to my room.

I see my surroundings.

It looks really like it's in a storefront. Luxurious yet cold. It is like life without soul. It's like none of this is my stuff. Unlike my room that I know from wherever the origin of the items I bought, how the historical value.

My boarding room was rented empty, there was only a dipper in the bathroom that belonged to Mother Kos. So I bought all the furniture, and of course it's all used. I paint and I fix the broken details, I display with satisfaction.

But now, though,

I was like being in the middle of an empty room. There's stuff, full, padded mattresses and fancy clothes. Yet it looks hollow.

I don't want a room like this.

I sit on the edge of my bed. Even the mattress is softer than the one in Miss's room.

Then I opened the nightstand drawer next to the bed.

My old phone is still there. A sophisticated phone with an old number that I deliberately left behind.

I activated, thousands of short messages and thousands of miscalls.

But I'm typing a number, I'm out of my head.

Miss Number.

Yokefuck, kuketik,

“You'll be my wife, but can we buy our own house? Which we design our own building with the items we choose ourselves, If necessary we saw ourselves,”

Send

I lay down and stared at the ceiling. Just waiting for a reply, Miss.

He did not wait long for her to reply.

“Only can you betulin leak tile? If it can be. I like industrial models,”

I smiled and nodded. He likes an industrial model that looks like a semi-finished building? When viewed from his room and office room that is royal style with various antiques and glamour, it seems very different.

“Since when did you become Cebum? Your room is like Cake Girl,”

(Cebum: Earth Girl. Gen Z term for girls with Earth Tone color clothing and kalem style. Cake Girl is interpreted with a girl in pastel and sweet color clothes like Cake).

“That room was my mother's design, it's been that way since I was a kid. Because lazy to decorate again, I let it go,” Miss reply.

I lay back down and breathed. Kutersmiling, though,

It seems that in my new house there will be samsaks and boxing rings. It's not funny that I go to the office with bogem wounds every day. At least if you're upset with me, Miss can all train her arm muscles.