Milky

Part. 95

\=This earth is enough to accommodate everyone, but still does not provide satisfaction for one greedy person\=

Fahru and Emilia looked up simultaneously, looking at the face of the eldest son who had just spoken. The disbelief of the words was about to slide out from the mouth, making their hearts wonder what was with the young man?

"It's too comfortable to make you forget the land, brother," said Revan. He was busy playing the device, not too concerned with the circumstances around.

"What do you mean say that, Akmal? Are you afraid that your cousin will take his due?" emilia asked with a frown on her forehead explaining her confusion.

Akmal sighed, he looked agitatedly circling around. Sitting in an unsettled chair, how he feared his position would be replaced by Ibrahim.

"I've been sitting in that chair for years. I also developed the company with my hard work as well as the team. Now, it'll all be taken away. Then, I will be overthrown without feeling. Do you think it was not a cruel act? So, all this time I've only been used by Uncle Razka?" The young man's bead stared at the full ambition of the two old men in front of him.

The statement of the son made Emilia in mild shock, her breathing was wheezing, sweat was popping around the forehead. Akmal's disbelief could have such thoughts.

"You're too ambitious, brother," Revan chirped again still busy with his dress. Akmal closed his eyes, trying to hold back his wrath against the sister who chattered originally and was considered to know nothing.

Fahru was in a confused position, which Akmal said was true, but also the thought was not fully justified Fahru's heart.

"So, what do you think it should be like?" fahru firmly poked into the thoughts of their eldest son.

Akmal threw out a glance, lowered his head with fingers tightly linked. The face slowly lifted looking at Fahru and Emilia in turn.

"Isn't it a family-owned company? It's not Uncle Razka's. Mamah is the younger sister of Uncle and Young Miss of the Pratama family. Mama has the same rights in the company. Razka's uncle could not claim the company was his, so only his son was entitled to occupy the leadership seat there. Did he forget there was a Mamah who definitely had a part of the company?" Akmal was still glued to the faces of the two old men before him.

Both Fahru and Emilia, neither of whom denied what Akmal said were all true. However, the child also seems to forget the position of the offspring of boys is stronger than girls.

"You're easy to pitted against sheep, brother. Not necessarily his son Uncle Razka wanted to occupy the chair, but you've burned the beard first." Revan moved, lazy to listen to the conversation that he thought was useless.

He continued walking towards his own room, closing the door and playing games without having to be contaminated by Akmal's mistaken thoughts.

"What your sister said was true. We haven't met and talked directly with your uncle's son. How can you deduce anything before you get directly involved with the matter." Fahru sighed, reducing the tightness of being surprised to hear the fruit of the son's thought.

"Again, the offspring of the boy was strong, Akmal. Their position is not easily shaken, although your mother's younger brother Kak Razka, he does not have the same rights over the company. Still the most entitled is Razka and his descendants. Better change your mind, son," continued Fahru calmly.

"Then, what do you think I should do? Do I have to give up and just shut up when they take it all? What about my hard work all this time?" firmly Akmal who instantly silenced the lips of the two.

Emilia looked at her husband who seemed tense, the conversation with the firstborn completely twisted their brains to think and find out what the son wanted.

"You can work with him, you can develop the company together without being jealous of each other. If he's the CEO, then you can be his assistant. Teach him how to be a leader. Tell him how a CEO works because you're more experienced. Just like Briant who was so patient in teaching you selflessly"

"After Papah investigates and notices, what Papah sees in the field is Briant who works and you sometimes relax just look at it. Do you think Papah's not watching you?" papar Fahru long.

Emilia bought it once again, all this time she believed in her son being able to lead the company. Akmal was downcast, probably realizing his mistake during his time as a leader at the company. He thought the boy was dead and would not come in his place.

"That was it, Pah. Now I work hard. I wouldn't have talked like that if I was still messing around in that position. I have learned a lot from Briant, and have understood my duty. Papah can ask him," said Akmal with a determined eye of reassurance.

Fahru took a look at his son's bead, silent to notice. Looking for the usual lie loopholes that can be read from the iris of someone.

"good. If you are sure of your abilities, then talk to your Uncle. All the decisions are on him, not on us" Fahru said in the end. He does not want to linger in endless debates. Moreover, it was his own son. What he played was a parent with the task of advising that the child was not wrong in stepping.

"Good!" Akmal did not lose firmly. He left after giving a sharp look to his parents. Step into the room and get ready to go to the office.

"Where is Juan? Why didn't he come in even though I was back? I have to teach him a lesson" Akmal grumbled. He was looking at himself in front of a large mirror in his own room. Resting his forehead and coat is also the appearance of his hair that should be perfect.

Akmal grabbed the briefcase and rushed out of the room. Outside, a substitute driver had been waiting for him patiently. Without further ado he went in and sat quietly. Her heart became upset that morning after a light argument with her parents.

He wants to take everything out on Juan if he comes in today. The right reason to scold him while evading the emotions within. Both of his hands clenched, holding back the growl that had plagued his heart.

Just be careful if you're in the office today. I don't care if you're Uncle Razka's favorite. You should take my punishment for letting me out of town. Especially must be with a driver who is not this shit.

He cursed inwardly, his eyes turning to a man older than him behind the wheel. He is not as clever as Bima, not as clever as that young man. Nor was it capable of martial will that would protect him from harm.

Damnit damnit!