Introduction to Box Millionaire

THE PAST ORTU

Moments after the grand wedding of Madame Inggrid, your grandfather. Mr. Rahanto is dead. From the doctor's diagnosis he had a heart attack. Though previously he was in good health and routinely checked his health to the hospital. No one expected him to leave so soon, not so long ago. Being too grieved, your grandmother Miss Renah became sickly and died following your grandfather.

It's only fitting that this whole day, not knowing who his grandparents were, not even the mother ever talked about it. Yang Hari knew, he was the son of his current Mutual Papa master. It's a pity, Mr Reksa cut my last name, so me and Bram aren't brother sisters?! Mumbled Hari, feeling pained.

"Then why is all this happening, Mang. Hari still doesn't understand." Hari, still did not understand the purpose of mang Jaya telling him all the stories.

"You're not a forgotten child, Hari. Precisely you are the rightful heir to Armanto's wealth, FC Corp belongs to your grandfather who passed on to Armanto and Mutual. But due to the manipulation of data from Mutual, somehow all assets belonging to Armanto can be moved to be in his name. Looks like the late madam inggrid gave a deal, which mamang himself did not understand.

Mang Jaya heard directly from Ingrid's story before his employer died.

"Then Bram?"

"Bram, is the son of Reksa Hartanto from his first wife," explained Mang Jaya. That fact is also what makes inggrid suffer, accepting Mutual as closing the father of a deceased baby, slowly who knows whose feelings grow! Den Bram, used to suffer from Den. Who would have thought she would be the second wife of a Mutual Hartanto by a covenant.

"So, I'm the one here who's nobody. The last name I have used is just the name of the loan. Then after my mother died, Reksa took back the name, "hari thought, connecting every story that Jaya told him.

"Over this time my efforts to grab attention have been wrong. And it made my mother suffer because of me. Many times my mother asked me to seriously study, repeatedly my mother invited me to meet with several company partners. So that I could understand the intricacies of business, I ignored it."

This time it's Day, understand what the mother wants, but it's too late.

All had been stripped of it, the name of seriousness had never even existed in his life.

After hearing the explanation from mang Jaya, about who he really is. The day became more and more quiet, he felt that there was a chunk of stone being placed directly on his shoulders.

"Dress and change clothes first, Den," said Mang Jaya prepared some clothes that might be, still can be worn by Hari.

"Sorry, Hari is troublesome Mang Jaya. But may Hari call Mamang father, "please Hari, with a sad face.

It feels better to think of his family gardener as a father, rather than to think of a greedy man as a father.

"But, Den. Mang Jaya is only a gardener," sungang Mang Jaya who does not mind feeling sorry for the child of his master.

"It's okay, sir. It's just a day to lose it to have a father, "honestly, a day with trembling lips.

"Oh my God, son. How sad is your fate."

Mang Jaya tightly hugged her master's son who wanted her to consider him a child. Even silent, Den Bram transfers tens of millions each week to meet temporary needs.

***

Garden Yard House :

"The father had two children. The eldest, married and following her husband in the city, the second is still working abroad," mang Jaya's story is still a little strange with the mention of the father for Hari.

After cleaning up and reminiscing about his sad past, Hari wants to hear the story of the life of mang Jaya who is now his adoptive father.

Hari is very fond of the call of the sister mentioned by mang jaya, especially he is considered the youngest by the family gardener.

"Sir, Hari wants to go out for a while," said his saying to mang Jaya who was taking care of vegetable crops behind the house.

"Yes, careful. Don't come home too late, yeah," message mang Jaya approached the adopted child.

"Need sangu or not?" ask her after Hari, kiss her hand.

"No, Sir. Just gonna catch a little wind."

Seeking the wind just an excuse for Hari, she visits the still-wet grave of her mother. Even the flower petals spread over the mother's funeral look fresh.

Melati Cemetery.

"I'm sorry, Mah! who doesn't understand what Mom wants. I'm sorry that Hari hasn't been such a good boy to my mom. The day of the promise to my mother, the day will take what is ours, ma." Squeezing the mother's burial ground, Hari promised herself that she would give the right reply to Reksa Hartanto.

And a few moments later, he was heading somewhere.

Visiting a wild racecourse that looks lonely, when the sun is still the spirit of expressing its splendor.

The day approached Robi who was fiddling with his motorcycle engine.

"Rob," said Hari, uninspired.

"Hey. Where did you just look?" tanya Robi finished finishing the engine of the motor.

"Look I just died," replied Hari glaring away at the wild racecourse, which had a wide view of the hill.

"Why don't you know me, Har?" Robi immediately put down the screwdriver she was holding and approached Hari.

"It's messed up, I didn't have time to digabarin lo. I don't even have anything for you" said Hari, without restraint.

"So ...." It was as if Robi, could already guess what had really happened.

"Yes, the guy I thought was my real mom. Turns out it's just a stepdad, he's taken everything from me, Rob. Everything."

"Then, what's your goal now?" robi asked, Hari is her best friend. He also turned on the wild racing arena until it was known throughout the country. Even Robi gained a lot of rupiah after his workshop became the goal of motorcycle owners, who want the motorbike modified.

"Gue needs a motor," he said researching every motor that is being done by Robi.

A black and white motor caught his attention.

"What do you need a bike for, Har?"

"Race." after answering, Hari immediately went to the motor he meant.

Robi, tailing behind him with a wide grin, he was proud of his skill in modifying the engine and motor body.

"Gue thought you'd need a bike someday, so I modified the rest of Alfred's wreckage. I hate the body, but I love the engine, and voila. It seems to suit your taste," said Robi cheerfully.

Just as Robi thought, when night fell. The race that had been scheduled with the actual prize was nothing to the son of the sultan like Hari. It becomes valuable when the boy loses everything.

Driving his bike at above-average speed, Day craze on the asphalt of the road. All the fatigue and madness experienced yesterday, as if flying along with the wind that hit his body.

The day too, reached the finish first, without celebrating his victory. He entrusts his prize money to Robi and chooses to pass from the arena.

Riding his motorbike which had a smooth voice, he approached the house he had once lived in with his mother.

Stopping under the shadow of the big tree he had always been climbing, Day stared blankly at the house.

Not long after, a car came into the house. Day was shocked, when he came out with a man he didn't want to meet. Merutug Hari, he shouldn't have stopped by.

TBC.