HEIRS OF THE ADJIERAN SMITH (Tale of the Heirs )

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Val’s POV...

I'm Val--- Valera Madelaine Aditama Adjieran Smith---- My full name.

Long huh?

Yes, because the three last names of mine are a combination of two surnames. Namely my biological surname, and my adoptive family -- the blaem – blaem (if one says my Mom)

But I obviously like my name.

In accordance with me who has a lineage above the level of conglomerate (not arrogant) but my family is super duper rich, and I thank him.

Hugely.

It is not only wealth that is abundant until dozens of descendants will not run out, but also I am grateful to be part of my family who very much love and love each other and compact from the time of the Dad and Mom I used to be, whose face (said) kinds of gods – goddess in kahyangan.

Yes indeed, my parents were very charming and beautiful.

Here is the proof.

High quality cute adorable and cute beautiful girl – cute.

Hiz...

Narcissist is I?

Hm, my parents told me from the moment I was a baby.

That language, camera conscious.

Because every photo session – photos, my eyes must be right directed to the camera with a wide smile that captivates.

I kind of know if I really want to be photographed --- So said by my parents and three brothers, also my grandparents.

--

I've lived in London for most of my life up to this point.

School and have friends – friends (although not much), in a city that has the nickname Smoke City.

But I am afraid I am living in London. And do not choose Jakarta to domicile--- because for God's sake, Jakarta is very hot if not in the rainy season.

But in fact there is another city that is hotter than Jakarta, when I know one city where one pair of my grandparents lived there from the time my two mothers were teenagers.

I came to think that one city was another planet next to the sun because it was so hot.

I was surprised that Ake and Ane lived there. Though they can also stay in our Main House in Jakarta.

--

In short, I am a lucky girl besides beautiful adorable sweet and cute – cute of course.

My life has been perfect all this time, for size as a social being.

But as a person, when I was about fourteen or fifteen years old --- there was a perfection that I did not yet have.

Lover.

Which sometimes makes me less alone, because in London -- or in the country – most western countries, girls my age already know the name of dating.

But luckily I didn't have many friends was, I didn't get scorn and teased for not having a boyfriend at the time. And again, friends – friends who are around me, say they are the same as me.

Coming from a family, which prioritizes education rather than love.

The difference is, my family does not distinguish the social status of people. There is no such thing as a matchmaking that will be planned with business colleagues or so on.

All are free to choose their own partners without parental intervention, either biological parents or adoptive parents me and the other young heirs of The Adjieran Smith.

My brothers and sisters whom I love with all my heart and soul (ulala).

Although some of us --- most even, do not have blood ties.

But really, me and them are even more – more than the siblings on the outside, because so close and familiar and close my relationship with the young heirs of The Adjieran Smith other.

--

Back to the lover, I have my own criteria for a man of dreams in my life.

Criteria on the basis of me suffering from Complex Elektra syndrome, because I admire the adult men in my family too much.

So the man of my dreams is like the Dadku, Brother, Kak Tan – Tan as well, even Gappa.

But not as old as my Dad too who often nag if I say they're old.

Especially men who are far from being called adult men like Gappa. His legitimacy is all I want like Gappa.

Ih, but Gappa was so handsome as a young man that I saw from his pictures.

My dad just lost his good looks.

The point is, I don't want to have a lover who's the same age as me.

Kira – about the age of Kak Tan – Tan or Abang deh. Ripe. Sure can paw at me.

--

And I found the figure of the man of my dreams in one of his friends brother.

Pun, the age of Brother.

Also as a brother.

But not as cold as his face. His face was warmer.

Cheap smile anyway.

He, Kafeel Adiwangsa.

Mature man who is smart, handsome, with a smile that is so charming.

Uhh, adorable!

It made me fall in love immediately.

And yes, I did fall in love with that mature man called Kafeel Adiwangsa.

True - fall, until – really want it to be mine.

That I may be diligent in praying all night long in the power, that his heart and his people may be attached to me.

Pray and Try.

I did, of course.

Because I am a tough girl from the Adjieran Smith Clan who will try my hardest to reach a goal – ideals.

Moreover – main ideals.

Married to a Kafeel Adiwangsa, whom I pursued without pause.

Without shame, too, because if I meet I will stick a caterpillar to him.

Hidhi.

But it doesn't go cheap--- note that.

My prayers and struggles worked. Kafeel Adiwangsa I can get.

Both the man and his heart.

Towards the perfection that truly felt like my life, when Kak Kafeel proposed to me.

Happy as if true – gathered in my heart when Kak Kafeel proposed to me, both personal applications but in the presence of many people we did not know -- also official applications to my family and biological parents.

Moreover, Kak Kafeel (with a bit of adorable intimidation from me), decided that my marriage would take place when I was round eighteen years old.

Yeah!

As my dream, married young.

And with the man I love and love me too.

Although about young marriage, Kak Drea is still a champion in the family.

Seventeen years old Kak Drea more or less, when Brother married her. In the present age.

Brother bucin super acute the same Kak Drea because.

Just like I was with Kafel. Acute-stage bucin is very difficult to cure.

--

I will live in two happy worlds. Happy with my extended family, and happy in my world and Kak Kafeel.

But today, one of my worlds is destroyed.

When I was so happy to hear the news that the heart of the heart would be my husband in the next two months or so, more or less, come again to London--- when only two days ago Kak Kafeel came to my family's mansion in this Smoke City, which is, but when I received word from Mika via chat if there is Kak Kafeel in our mansion...

Ugh, I asked my driver to reach the mansion immediately.

Well, I was really excited to hear Kak Kafeel's arrival to London, if I wasn't in Jakarta. From the time I chased her until I and Kak Kafeel got engaged, I remained as excited as I met my husband-to-be half-om.

So when the car that I used as transportation to the campus arrived at the front courtyard of the mansion, the, I didn't wait for the car driven by one driver and one bodyguard in the front passenger seat to stop perfectly to get out of it.

I can't wait to meet Kak Kafeel and then rush into his arms and arms. Then he will kiss my forehead and embrace warm and friendly.

Sometimes it steals kisses too, which makes me always blush if Kak Kafeel kisses my lips.

Kissing, kissing, hugging, even fragrant Kak Kafeel always makes me miss every second.

Oh, I'm really crazy – crazy on the prospective husband half om – omku it.

But then, I was made almost crazy in the actual context -- when I heard what he said in front of Dad R who was talking to Kak Kafeel in the main workspace.

To be right – really feel ‘gila’ when Kak Kafeel say goodbye to me.

My heart is full of happiness, changing endless tastes.

And then it was hit with an unbearable pain, until this heart.taste pierced millions of daggers, when I chased Kak Kafeel to Jakarta.

Wanting to tell her, my love will not change, no matter what the mistake.

As long as Kafeel stays with me...

What I wanted to tell Kak Kafeel was never said.

Because what I found when I came to his house, made my feet seem boneless.

And in that second, one of my worlds was destroyed...

Oh no. My world is not just destroyed...

But that one world of mine... Ruffled.

The End of Val’s POV...

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The Great Mansion of Adjieran Smith, London, England...

“Wiwww... Very bright, Neng????.” Momma chirps when he has been looking at the appearance of Val who uses a light red casual dress, blazing red, and so on, when he and Poppa had not long arrived at their main mansion in London.

“I know you don't like bright red like this? Tumben once?..”

“It looks like I will like bright red color like this from now ----“

“Surely because Kafeel said if he likes women who wear such colors ---“

“Daddy wrong, weee... Precisely Kak Kafeel likes Val to wear color – color soft ---“

“Then why use this red color jablay?..”

“Don't be so dong, Momma. Val kan woman good – good.“

Momma snorted amusedly at Val's utterance with that one incess which was a whimper, which did not catch Momma's guyon.

“Ye, that's also the parable of kelles... Trus no wind what make clothes mere begindang?.”

**

He said, if there is someone who dreams of becoming a bride using red clothes -- - it is a very bad sign...

'Because I had a dream, where Kak Kafeel and I stood on a lapel wearing red-and-red clothes'

‘Allah... Eliminate fidgeting too - then and fear this ---‘

“Heart?..” The voice of the deep baritone and freeing rang out from behind him who had just bathed while remembering one thing over a word.

“D---“

“Everyone has gathered for dinner..”.

Poppa and Momma.

Two people were interacting on the balcony of their room at The Great Mansion of Adjieran Smith in London.

“Soal twitches in your left eye that are too frequent for three consecutive days – also still bothers your mind?----“

“Iya..”

Momma asked Poppa's words while saying quietly.

Poppa smile. Then crouched down in front of Momma who was still sitting in a lounge chair on the balcony.

One hand of Poppa then stretched out to slip Momma's hair that was left partially severed.

“I was just thinking, maybe you have an eye nerve disorder,” said Poppa.

Momma also grunted amusedly. “Kira want to say, I'm again flirt with you very often flirting.”

Replace Poppa who grunts amusedly.

“If I always see every left eye you twitch, I'll just think like that.”

Poppa said later, responding to Momma's small joking snorting amusedly once again.

“Yes already? Don't think that's not – isn't. Later you are burdened, and affect the condition of your body..”.

“Yes, ta---“

“Better we get down now. Pity there are many people – hungry people waiting for us to join in the banquet room..”.

Poppa spoke up before Momma continued his sentence which Momma eventually stopped to continue. “Ya already, ayuk..”.

**

“You came home quickly from school?..”

This is Mommy Ara who asks Rery and Ann, when two young heirs join her who is drinking tea in a gazebo in the backyard of the mansion.

“You have a study tour the day after tomorrow, Mom---“

“Oh yes, yes?..all students or certain classes?..”

“June only, Mom.” Ann answered next.

“Mommaa, Poppa asked this, why is the chat ga Momma reply from earlier?..”

Rery snatched after he checked his phone which let out a notification sound.

“Mom?..”

“Heu?---“

“I noticed that you see that you are musing alot, Mrs. Duck (I noticed, you daydream a lot, Mrs Duck?)”

Mama Fabi said while asking, where Rery – Ann and Mommy Ara, immediately looked at Momma in unison and then pulled the corner of her lips up.

But it was not the smile that Momma always showed.

But there was little meaning behind Momma's smile.

“My left eye, twitching from a few days ga stop – stop, sister. Kayak people want to cry until his tears se – bucket.”

Momma breathed again.

“That's really---“

“Ck, Momma, still believe in such a thing.”

Rery wrote his birth mother's words.

“Believe it, Ry. But Momma feels this too there will be something that is not comfortable.”

**

Momma is not a psychic, but her heart is so sharp that one thing will happen. It's not a bad thing, like Momma told Rery.

As they were sitting quietly enjoying the variety of tea, the five people - then were startled by the sound of screaming coming from inside the mansion.

“KAK CAFEEEELLLL!...”

Very hysterically, where the sound of hysterical screams was then heard softly mixed with heartbreaking cries.

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To be continue...