Marrying a Real Shadow

30. Men's Secret

"Master? Someone was waiting in the room" greeted secretary Gun who saw Atzlan walking casually towards him.

"Who?" he asked back while hitting his secretary's shoulder.

Gun's secretary's expression looked a little tense. Atzlan understood who that person was.

"Old Man?" tanyanya.

Secretary Gun nodded then his right hand pulled the door algae with a slightly bent posture.

The door was wide open, the man they called Old Man just seemed cool sitting on the sofa folding his legs and exhaling his cigarette smoke. Atzlan slightly smiled and entered while puffing his chest slightly to make him look gallant and brave.

"Tomorrow I must put a notice there," his hand pointed to the front corner of the door "Then there," pointing to another corner. "The area is smoke-free, no smoking" he continued, slamming the car keys a little rough on the desk.

The old man only slightly smiled then stepped on the cigarettes that had not been used up before it hung in his mouth.

"Young people today are more obedient in maintaining health. You remind me of Meihan, my son," the man explained.

Atzlan reflex shrugged his shoulders. "At least we can break the bad habits inherited from our ancestors so that the DNA that is expressed from us will be clean from the pollution of objects full of nicotine."

The man was mangosteen while smiling occasionally.

"I don't want us to attack each other as enemies. You know we've agreed to cooperate?"

Atzlan scratched the tip of his suddenly itchy ears then silently observed the man and waited for the sentence that would come out of the mouth that was almost filled with whiskers to spread the man.

"We're allies, aren't we?" The sentence that Atzlan was waiting for finally came out.

"Of course, I won't forget the man who saved my life" she replied.

The man was angry again.

"You know what you've done is a form of assault?" The man threw a hateful look at Atzlan.

"Incursions?" Atzlan frowned.

The door suddenly opened, secretary Gun entered while tidying up his suit. The conversation was attacked by silence.

"I'm warning you to reposition the things you've moved."

Secretary Gun approached Atzlan and whispered "One of the officers you fired was his nephew" Gun's secretary said.

Atzlan's forehead is getting bumpy. He still did not understand the meaning of Secretary Gun's sentence. Meihan's father started to look around Atzlan's office while waiting for the two young men's discussion to finish.

"The girl called for an ambulance of a mental hospital" Secretary Gun explained.

"Ohh... The sycophant?" Atzlan nodded his head.

Meihan's father now stops at one of the paintings hanging on the wall. "Your art is also pretty good" he praised as he looked at the painting.

"The painting is not expensive, I bought it from a hungry-looking Mesiko tramp" Atzlan said.

"Have you heard the story about the previous young CEO who almost led this company?"

"Well, of course, I also considered joining this company."

"The man is very young, his mind is too short. He was willing to sacrifice his life for something in vain. What responsibility should be sacrificed to life? Young successors like you have to learn to be a little selfish" the man explained, his eyes still staring at the painting.

"I also don't know what the poor young CEO was thinking, but hearing such an honorable remark like you made me understand a little. Maybe the responsibility is so great, he thinks. He must have thought of a cool way to delay the attack. Young people today are very hasty in making decisions but those decisions can sometimes be a time bomb or a very dangerous butterfly effect."

"Butterfly effects...." The old man muttered while scratching his chin.

"This painting means a man's secret mission to make his loved ones happy. Look at this." Atzlan pointed to a slightly unclear picture of the flower. "I bought it because I was attracted by this, after I researched it well, this abstract image formed several heads of beasts, look at this." He again pointed to "Tiger," and his finger quickly moved to the other part "Lion, Shark, bear, chetah, and.." His hand stopped on one unrecognizable drawing plane. "Look at this picture" his hands point to each blooming floret between the chests of each animal. "I conclude this unrecognizable image is of a man of valour."

"A man? The image looked more like an irregular blob of scribbles," the old man replied with a curious expression.

"That's how the author expresses his feelings. There is no most beautiful line that can describe the figure of the manly man in question, so noble that figure. Look, this picture is the only picture that doesn't have a picture of a blooming floret on its chest like the others" Atzlan explained.

The two men appeared to be drowning in the painting. Their eyes continued to observe each streak seriously. The old man was trapped in Atzlan's genius. Curiosity made him forget his purpose in the room.

Atzlan smiled, he took off the painting then placed it on the window in a portrait position and flipped over.

"If we only focus on the purpose of the image, it is displayed and enjoyed like an ordinary person. That way is too old-fashioned. Look at the light from the outside showing a firm line that we think is just an ordinary scribble to form this beautiful picture."

Secretary Gun who was watching from behind also looked amazed at the picture. He also just realized the beauty of the image that had been considered just as an ordinary abstract image.

"So you said this picture shows a man's sacrifice to his loved ones. But, the picture only shows the figure of a crybaby man who was crying," explained Meihan's father still did not understand.

Hahahha, Atzlan just chuckled and returned the painting to where it came from.

"Where do you conclude and say that philosophy boldly? Did you paint it?" Ask Meihan's father who's getting curious.

Atzlan's laughter came to a halt, his eyes fixed on the face of the old man before him in seriousness.

"Why do you think the painter hid the picture of that crybaby?" He asked back.

Meihan's father seemed to understand a little what the young man who was 25 years adrift with him meant.

"We, me, sir, and Secretary Gun are there. When was the last time you cried? Birth time? At the age of the children? As teenagers? Towards baligh? Or when no one is watching? When's? Do you think crying is like the definition of tears coming out of here?" Atzlan asked again while pointing at the corner of his eyes.

Sangar Meihan's father's face looks smudged hearing every question sentence that came out of the mouth of a young man who had been considered only a boy because he was adrift of age far enough from him. But the young man found his definition, as did the thousands of creatures of their kind out there.

"I realized after seeing this painting. How weak would we be if it had anything to do with what we so loved and wanted to protect. How big is your energy and strength to protect? I also realized that I was too weak for a sacrifice. The wind of a father pointing a gun at his son's forehead, I brushed it off and chose disbelief, the gossip was too cheap." Atzlan again.

Silent.

Silence struck the minds of the three men. Meihan's father's face looked like a man who had just repented and was about to return to the right path. However it only lasted 60 seconds, the expression then broke with a single, smooth hunchy laugh coming out of his throat.

"Hahahaha, that's an amazing explanation. I'm so amazed and proud to hand over the company to a young genius like you" Meihan's father said.

"Haha...." Atzlan only replied to his laughter directly but in his heart he knew that the meaning of the man's sentence was the opposite. He wrongly chose people because Atzlan could be a great threat to his greed.

"He's my nephew, immediately send an apology letter and return to receive it at this company," he asked slowly while sticking the envelope containing Kesya's biodata to Secretary Gun's chest.

"I decided on the staff in my office. I don't need advice from great people" Atzlan said, rejecting the request.

Unapproved, Meihan's father issued his last assault card. "Isn't that bum Mesiko you're referring to a girl?"

Atzlan seemed astonished to hear that sentence. Where did he know about the painter who had painted that picture.

"I am a man who has lived for 55 years, don't forget that. Though your philosophy explains my weakness and yours. I have a million strategies to protect something I love."

"Don't the allies not have to attack each other?"