I'm the Unacknowledged

The Determination of a Miki

Gintani. His mouth seemed to be locked when he got the expression of love from Heru. Honestly, Gintani no longer wants to know what is called love. He doesn't want to taste anything about love. Enough of Argha who has given sweetness the bitterness of love. He will not give way to any man to open again the door of his heart. Gintani is already quite happy living with her daughter. He doesn't need an escort anymore.

Absolutely not necessary! gintani firmly in his heart.

"Gin, are you willing to be Mas's wife?"

Heru's question made Gintani move both of her shoulders. He looked at Heru. Trying to find a gap of seriousness over Heru's words just now. However, nil! Heru's eyes radiated a clear sincerity. The sincerity that made Gintani's tongue felt faint to answer.

It hurts! It hurt a lot when Gintani realized Heru's sincerity. If only, that man was the first person he met, Gintani would have answered yes. How not? Heru is a man full of responsibility.

Heru has a heart as big as an ocean. A heart that is so sincere in loving. Whoever would be her partner, she would definitely be the luckiest woman. Only, Gintani felt that he was not the right person to get the luck.

A good man is only made for a good woman. And Gintani felt, she was not good enough for the good man. He deserves the perfect woman. A woman who is still a girl. It's not like she's just a widow with one child.

"Gin, how are you quiet? What does that mean ... You rejected Mas's proposal?" Heru asked back.

"Mas ... Gi-Gintan is sorry. But to be honest, Gintan was no longer thinking about finding a partner. Gintan was very grateful for how Mas felt about Gintan. But sorry, Mas ... Gintan could not reciprocate Mas's feelings," replied Gintani, shrill.

Limply. It felt so limp that Heru's entire body heard Gintani's reply. His conjecture has proven real. Heru already felt, if Gintani would reject his feelings. He's ready for that. However, when he heard the rejection came out directly from the thin lips of the hijab woman, could not be denied Heru, tucked a very deep disappointment in his heart. Heru could only lower his head to hide his disappointment.

Guilt began to linger in the recesses of Gintani's sanitary ware. Guilt for not being able to welcome the love of the man who helped his life. However, he also could not pretend to love Heru. It is better for the man to be hurt now than to continue to hope for something he would not be able to give.

Yes ... Gintani is unlikely to give her love to Heru. Even for any man in the world. Because actually, Gintani's love has eroded away for Mr. Arogan.

Slowly, Gintani touches Heru's right shoulder. He looked at Heru with a guilty feeling. His chest felt tight to see Heru bowed before him.

"Mas," Gintani called slowly, "Mas Heru is nothing, right?" tanyakanya.

For a moment, Gintani sighed. "Gintan apologizes if Gintan has hurt Mas Heru," he continued.

Heru raised his face. Not wanting to make Gintani feel guilty, she then smiled as she looked at Gintani. A moment later Heru said, "Mas is fine, Gin. Come on, we better get back to the hall before anyone notices we're missing."

"Wait, Mom!" Gintani blocked Heru's wrist. "Once again Gintan apologized, Gintan did not mean to hurt Mas's feelings. Gin–"

Spontaneously, Heru placed his index finger on Gintani's lips. He stared intensely at the woman who had made her blood rustle every look at him.

"Shhh, don't say anything else, Gin. God willing, I accept all your decisions. I just want the best for you and the princess. Forgive me for being presumptuous to love you," said Heru cutting Gintani's sentence.

Gintani again felt more guilty. "It's okay, Mom. Gintan did not blame Mas' feelings. Everyone has the right to love" Gintani replied.

"And everyone has the right to reject that feeling" Heru replied.

"Maaas .." whine Gintani.

"Hehehe, sorry Gin, Mas was just kidding. Let's go to the hall!" take Heru while standing up and grab Gintani's hand.

"Attep, Mas!"

Gintani shook his head. "Gintan just wanted to say. Hopefully one day, Mas Heru can find the right mate, the best for the future Mas Heru," he said.

"Hmm, let's go!"

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Meanwhile, in the APA Architecture office. Miki stepped straight into the office lobby. Arriving at the office, he immediately boarded the CEO's special elevator. All the employees just looked at Miki with astonished gazes. The bigger, the more cold the child looks. The look in his eyes was so sharp, it made the guts of someone who was looking at him instantly shrink.

Arriving on the fifteenth floor, Miki passed by the father's assistant. He just passed by regardless of the assistant's whereabouts.

Bram frowned when he saw Miki about to climb the emergency stairs in the APA Architecture office. Out of curiosity, Bram then asked, "Where are you going?"

"It's none of your business!" Miki replied as it continued to pass leaving Bram who could only shake his head and snort in annoyance.

"Oh my God, what breakfast was the little boy and ketus so," grumbled Bram.

A second later, Bram continued his steps towards Argha's room. He opened the door of Argha's room with a bent face.

"Why is it that early in the morning your face has been tangled up like that?" scolds Argha.

"Where the face of the cave is not tangled, the cave is fine, the answer even makes a high blood cave," replied Bram, sewot.

"Who?" argha asked, frowning.

"Who else if not your son! My sweet reflection is more than sugar!" Bram grunted in annoyance.

Argha only chuckled at the words of his assistant and sister-in-law. Do you not realize that it is also your behavior towards people who do not you know well, Argha replied in his heart.

"Oh, don't respond. His name is also a small child" Argha said, trying to comfort his sister-in-law.

"Huh, a child is a child, but you also have to teach him how to be polite with adults." Again Bram grumbled because he thought, Argha was too pampering his son.

"Yes-yes, I'll teach you. Now, where is he?" ask Argha.

"Gue see, he was climbing the emergency stairs. Maybe he'll go to the rooftop. He's, 'cake a swallow, do not stop on the roof, '" said Bram.

"Emang lo don't cake him," muttered Argha, quietly with a thin smile.

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Miki stands on the rooftop of the APA Architecture building. His eyes stared fiercely at the expanse of the metropolitan city below him. Both hands he hid in his pants pocket. I don't know what that 4th grade Elementary boy was thinking. However, his face was clearly visible if he was determined, one day, he would prove something to his father.

Above the sky there is still the sky. That's absolutely true. But we'll see later. I am the one who will be the sky, Miki determined in her heart.