If You Love

Eps. 1. Brill Timothy Ratulangi

🪧 Prologue

It's just a story, not a true story, not taken from anyone's background.

In every life there is no strata, status, place, background and living situation, there are undeniable good and bad, and there is a value of wisdom to be taken there in every story.

This story does not intend to discredit a person or group of people. There are many possibilities that can happen, maybe in this story contained a random story that could belong to someone in his own place and situation.

So if there are similarities it is not intentional, purely the result of the author's design and its nature is only merely entertaining the readers.

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Let's start with Brill...........

Brill walked out of the classroom with a snort. He never liked being in the classroom for longer. Learning to do it is so boring. Since the tenth grade his learning motivation has dropped to a low point, his desire to continue school at a favorite school in the state capital or at least in the provincial capital with his friends since Junior High did not get approval from the mother.

This left him with no urge to do anything all this time, never learn properly, never do assignments, never seriously pay attention to classroom learning, never take notes, the textbooks are empty.

The homeroom teacher, BP teacher until the Headmaster Mother was tired of advising and reminding, Brill consistently did not change his attitude and way of learning. Just because he was the number one official child in this area then he could move up the class and now sit in the final twelve-semester grade.

In front of the gate, he had already awaited a large and luxurious black car with a special number plate. Heavy breathing was blown out along with the car door slammed violently.

“Live home yes Brill, mom wants to go to Jakarta, wait for Brill to go home from school just leaving.”.

Brill stayed in the second row of the car. Actually the distance of the school with the rudis regent where he lived during this fifteen-minute walk through the shortcut has arrived, but he was forbidden to do that, everywhere must be picked up Mr. Markus, sir, special driver for him.

Seven minutes later, Brill got out of the car in the same way, slammed the door, then walked quickly through the side door. This rudis became like a prison for this guy because it was surrounded by a wall almost three meters high. Fortunately, he was still released out of the house but on the condition of being escorted by Mr. Markus.

“Ully... mami want to Jakarta...here a minute, dear...”.

The regent's mother is the prettiest among the 12 second-level regional heads in the province because she is the only woman, waving as the child passes through the living room. Near mami two sespri were busy preparing the needs of the headquarters for the departure of his service.

“Go aja mam... be careful on the road...”

Brill answered lazily without stopping his steps.

“Brill..”

Mami's voice turned resolute and it stopped the 177-centimeter-tall man's footsteps.

“Sini... why are the more days getting disrespectful?”

“What is the use of politeness?”

“Facing here, Ully.. don't start arguing with mami…"

Brill approached with a gushing annoyance on the surface of his white face.

“Mam, I'm not a child anymore, stop calling me by that name.“.

“That's your own greeting..”

“That's me three years old mam..”

Brill turned around angrily, his steps swaying back away from his mama towards his own room.

“I have already memorized mam, what would mami bullain.. if there is something important wa aja.. lazily talk with mami..”.

Women who are respected and respected many people do not dwell in the presence of their own children. Their relationship was bad as a mother and child, no different from Brill's relationship with his papi. Only in public they look harmonious and happy and affectionate. If the sespri or the person working in this magnificent official house leaked a mouth, perhaps the story of the state of the family of the honorable official mother would be revealed.

Some time later Brill came out of the room with a backpack hanging on one shoulder and a hand carrying a favorite guitar. The school uniform has been changed with shorts and sleeveless tee shirts. She passed by the mother who was still busy calling while a personal makeup artist was fixing the hair of the ever elegant stormy woman.

“You to where Brill..”

The mother kept the phone away from her ears.

“Mau to home oma..”

Brill was acting polite now, his eyes looking at a glance there were some people he knew the one echelon official in the office environment of the mami who had been sitting a little far away on the living room sofa set, their eyes are watching themselves.

“Sini first darling..”

Mom's hand waving, an attitude that had become spontaneity calling subordinates, applies also to Brill. As the drama begins, Brill approaches while changing his facial expression, smiling for the now stretched-out mother to hug her son. The makeup artist stopped to give this esteemed mother a chance to do a farewell.

“Mami just two days there, it can not be long right.. go home with papi, good at home yes dear.”.

“Mami is not late.. It is noon..”

“Mami the last flight, soon depart.It is not possible for the plane to depart before you arrive at the airport..”.

Yeah right, like there's an unwritten rule, people like her mom have a lot of priorities and special treatment for something. Brill also enjoyed special and special treatment as an office child.

The child and the mother hugged each other for a while, the happy drama ended with a sweet sentence…

“Take care mam... I love you..

“I love you, too.. son..

Brill walked out of the room and previously let off a friendly smile at some respectable person who was waiting for his mama.

In the car, he took off a rough gust from his lungs. Each mother departs either out of the area for service or for family business, Brill will also die of the official house, the house built in the first term of his mother's office, it is now his second term after his mother was re-elected. It's the last year for her mom, and it's impossible to get reelected because of a two-time limit.

Both of his parents have been successful business people but are not satisfied with it, feeling the call of the heart to plunge in the world of politics, his papi was elected to the provincial council and even became the chairman of the council because his papi is the chairman of DPD level I of a major party, and is now planning to advance as a candidate for mayor in the city of Manado.

His life was full of treasures, but his heart kept quiet and angry for a long time. Her life is arranged according to the wishes of the mother, on the grounds that she is the only child.

Only Oma was the only one who cared about him...

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Brill Timothy Ratulangi...

Hope the story is sweet....

Warm regards...

Aby 💟

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