Holding My Heart Belongs to Me
01. Mutual Misconception
The express train from Malang Kotalama station has been leaning firmly at Surabaya Gubeng station. Ardhita grabbed her mountain backpack and hooked it on her shoulder. I want to get home quickly.
Can't wait to welcome Reiz, a name he already considered foster brother and will suddenly come to his house. Although in fact, the name Ardhita is still written as the daughter of his own biological father.
Ardhita's father, Mr. Adam is a building foreman on the mega project owned by the master of the project. That is Mr. Irawan, a generous rich man who raised Ardhita as a foster child. Which has covered the entire needs of his life and school since Ardhita was 9 years old. Until now Ardhita is 21 years old and has just finished his diplomatic education.
Repeatedly, Irawan asked Mr. Adam to bring the name Ardhita into his family records. However, with a heavy heart Mr. Adam always refused. Thus, Mr. Irawan continues to consider Ardhita is an unofficial and unrecorded adopted child who is very dear to him.
"Where is Dad going?" asked Ardhita to rebuke the father. Mr. Adam looked neat and prepared to leave the house. Ardhita just got home ten minutes ago and is going to take an afternoon shower.
"Your brother has arrived in Juanda. No one picked him up at the airport. Project driver Irawan sir in the hospital, Dit. I'll go to Nemenin hospital!" Adam spoke while walking to the terrace.
"Adit, it's all food, it's on the table, Dit!" mr. Adam's call.
"Yes, Dad! Be careful on the road, Dad!" Ardhita said aloud while darting into the bathroom.
Do not want to look tangled in front of the foster sister who in mind Ardhita may be very beautiful. Because, all the gifts often sent by Reiz always liked, mostly pink and always viral branded goods. Make Ardhita's birthday passed in full color.
Only a few times lately, the goods sent feel different. More mature and not feminine stuff. Like silver color watches, also brown wana leather wallets. No longer pink or light purple. The last is a black leather sandal with a size larger than the soles of his feet.
However, Ardhita did not think too much about it. Just feel like with all the gifts given by Reiz through courier package services. Which always arrived in Ardhita's hands just in time before her birthday. Gift senders from Jakarta always write in the wrapping box with the same name, Reiz.
A slow knock on the door woke Ardhita from the sweet dream. Feel like you have met and eaten together with your beautiful and friendly foster sister. Joking at the dinner table and exchanging side dishes that feel exciting.
"Well, are you home? You've been to the hospital?" ardhita's greeting to her father at the door.
"Just arrived. But Mr. Irawan is getting treatment and therapy. Haven't seen each other yet, Dit," said Mr. Adam, taking off his jacket.
"Come, meet your brother. He wants to see you. Put on your veil" said Mr. Adam, looking at Ardhita's head. The man walked back towards the bathroom.
Ardhita felt her hair that still felt very damp. Feel no need to install a veil, because this is only in the house.
Beautiful face and beautiful hair reflected in the mirror, make Ardhita feel confident to meet it. Wishing the one who wants to see is not disappointed in what is seen. Ardhita put down a comb and walked out of the room quickly.
Ardhita was stunned standing as she reached the living room. The beautiful figure of the brother who was in the head, did not seem to be found.
However, there was only a handsome man who was sitting upright and looking confusedly at Ardhita. They were stunned for a moment and then also nodded at each other.
Try to be friendly with a small smile without a greeting between the two.
Ardhita who hit was shocked, because there was a man in the living room, rushed to go back into the room. Almost collided with the father who had just returned from the bathroom.
"What's up, Dit?" asked Adam, astonished at Ardhita who hurriedly walked.
"Dad, who is that? Why are there male guests in our house? Why didn't you tell me you brought a boy friend??" asked Ardhita with a confused look. Adam looked even more confused.
"Your brother's friend? The male guest in the living room is your brother, who wants to see you. That's why I told you to wear a veil, Dit," said Mr. Adam. Started to understand the purpose of confusion Ardhita, his daughter.
"What Dad? So Brother Reiz, my foster brother, sir Irawan's son is a boy, not a girl??" asked Ardhita to make sure, the radiant beautiful face seemed to turn reddish. Realizing the big mistake so far. Feeling if the wrong situation this time is very outrageous.
"Lha, don't you know? There's no way you don't know, Dit," Adam's response was astonished.
"I really don't know at all, Ayaaah," replied Ardhita.
"Yes, go back to the room. Wear veil. Later follow Dad to the front," Adam pointed to his daughter's room with his thin bearded chin.
Ardhita slid into the room to wear a veil. Not long ago, fashionable pashmina had been clinging to a beautiful head covering. Looks elegant, beautiful and unsightly. The daughter of foreman Adam in the project is already famous for being very beautiful.
"So, Adit's name is Ardhita, sir? Adit, Mr Adam's son is a girl?" ask the handsome man's guest to Adam.
The face was smiling but looked sour. Like laughing at his own stupidity. It has long been assumed that Mr. Adam's son was a man, not a woman as he had just seen.
"Yes, Mas. Sorry, Adit is indeed my daughter by the full name of Ardhita Adam. Mas Reiz doesn't know either?"
Mr. Adam justified the guest of honor with a curious mimicry. Reizvan Irawan, the son of the big boss in the all-building and property project where Mr. Adam worked as a building steel foreman, apparently also did not know if his son was a woman.
Reizvan pensively looked towards the direction where Ardhita appeared at once disappearing back. Recalling his papa request a few days ago before being critical and rushed to the hospital.
On the phone, Mr. Irawan several times told him there was one of his smart and beautiful foster children. As is known, his father had several foster children in one of the project buildings.
Among them was Mr. Adam's son. The man he had seen several times came to the house with his little son. Reizvan did not think that the little boy in the hat and with very short hair was a girl. Just know if that boy is so handsome and sweet. With a shabby appearance that stained her bright skin.
Reizvan often deliberately bought snacks and car toys to give to the boy sir Adam. The boy only smiled happily as he bowed and then ran away.
Merely, the snacks and toys were not her stalling self. Always ask Ajeng, the daughter of one of the assistants in the house to give him. Reizvan just looked over the dark glass of the living room. It was simply unexpected that the handsome boy was the woman he had just seen.
Back to the request of the father, Mr. Irawan who really crave grandchildren, asked him to consider one of the foster children to be proposed and married.
However, Reizoan refuses because he already has Irvoni, his beloved lover. While Mr. Irawan was very disappointed in Irvoni who always refused his son's intention to propose and seriously marry.
What is meant and wanted by Mr. Irawan to marry is Adit, the daughter of Mr. Adam earlier? Reizvan scooped his handsome face for a moment.
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