Prince Descending the Throne

DAD'S COMPANY SHARES

Jakarta or Greater Jakarta was once referred to as Sunda Palapa. Jakarta, the capital of Indonesia is included in the largest city in the country. Including the city with the most populous population. While Indonesia, one of the countries in Southeast Asia is noisy and densely populated.

Metropolitan city. Now in Jakarta at 15:00 or 3 pm. Bad pollution pollutes the clean air, the roads are very, very, very crowded. Several means of land transportation such as cars, motorcycles, trucks, buses, all without exception filled the streets in the capital. The sound of klaksom followed, accompanied by a rude mockery of the road users who have no ethics.

Don't ask me what the temperature is here. Hot? Sure do. Very sultry. Fresh green trees are rarely found here. Right-left as far as the eye can see is only a sidewalk, street lamp, or hawker, and busy people passing by.

The dry season is now also felt by Mr. Abraham. Heavy sweat flows not because of the air outside the skyscraper, nor because of this sultry weather.

Rather than coming from the man sitting in front of him. The young entrepreneur is the owner of the tallest building in the city, the businessman who is the legal owner of one of the mining companies in America, and one of the legitimate owners of the bank branch in Indonesia.

Physical traits? His hair is straight, his body is tall and not too full. But the most terrifying thing was coming from his gaze and every word he said. Cunningly? I don't know. But every time he said what he wanted, it must have been realized, it must have been hard to refuse outright.

Time and time again the Lord Abraham gulped. Occasionally wiping his forehead that was soaked with sweat. His heart was pounding like it was hit many times by a club. His hands trembled, hesitatingly grabbing a glass of coffee at the table. His study room was cramped, claustrophobic by this sense of cornered. Meanwhile, Pram, the man in front of him was just smiling.

"Are you sick, Mr Abraham?" Pram was still smiling as he fixed his sitting position. Mr. Abraham hurriedly put the coffee cup back on the table, after knowing that Pram had made himself panicked to death. Even the cup had swayed when it was lifted slowly.

"Well, I'm fine. Healthy wal-affiat" Mr. Abraham replied clumsy.

"By the way, your efforts in developing this business are incredible. Though the public knows that you are only a two-child widower. Lookie! I was even amazed by the contents of the 20th floor. The employees say you design it yourself."

Mr. Abraham did not reply. He was busy rubbing his blackened face. His feelings suddenly became bad. He felt that something unexpected was about to happen.

"Sir..." Damnit. Pram start again! "You know that I am the legal owner of the largest building in Jakarta. I am also the owner of a mining company in America. And the owner of one of the Indonesian bank branches."

And Mr. Abraham nodded his head by avoiding eye contact with his interlocutors. Mr. Abraham understood very well that Pram would make him weak if eye contact were to occur. Mr. Abraham will be worried.

"Master?" Pram is waiting for an unspoken answer.

"Erghs. Yep!"

"I mean, you know very well I'm trusted by many people. Want it party chairman, parliament speaker, CEO maybe, and so on."

"Yes." Yeah." Again, Abraham rubbed his face with both hands. The sweat is getting wet. While the sky of Jakarta is getting orange.

"Sir, do you believe me?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"good. Mr. Abraham, whom I respect, let me fully own your company..." Pram looked down deeply, closing his eyes.

Wait up! What's?! Damnit damnit! Mr. Abraham choked, he cried out stifled. So spontaneously the man in his 60s stood up from sitting on the sofa, then ventured to look at the face of his interlocutor, Pram.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, HEH!?" Abraham rebelled. Reddened his face because of the blood that clotted in the crown. "Don't.don't-don't come all the way here to..."

What the hell's going on? Abraham suddenly stopped talking. His mouth feels locked. The workroom was suddenly quiet.

Pram looked into his eyes fixedly, as if he knew very well the weakness of the man before him. "Yes, Sir. I'll buy shares of your giant company" he said steadily.

Mr. Abraham seemed to be out of his mind. He sat down with an irregular breath. My hair is sitting on the stand, the sweat is getting heavier like a shower earlier.

"Enough!! My shares are not sold. Besides this company I developed myself, without the help of any party".

"Well! Isn't that 20th floor you're magicin' in such a way that it can be that cool, sir?"

"Silent. You get out of here!! I'm not selling my company stock".

Pram speechless. His smile disappeared from that face. Thenwhat? Of course the man insisted on getting what he wanted. About the shares of this company? He thinks it's easy. Even the most complicated process of buying and selling land abroad, he was able to complete it as fast as lightning. Especially with the domestic company belonging to this old man.

Pram hissing disappointed. Especially with Lord Abraham's breath that is irregular like this. It really makes him unable to think clearly.

Pram brainwashed 360°. Look for loopholes, or how to get these unsold stocks.

Instantly his brain shone, something immediately appeared in his brain. What can I do? Dirty ways will be done by him.

Pram stood up, looking at Mr. Abraham who was getting panicked. What then? She sneakyly picked up the fruit knife on the table, brandishing the knife up high.

Needless to say, Mr. Abraham was clearly in contact. His mouth was locked, then he stood frozen looking at what Pram was doing. Wasn't it! Pram had no intention of harming Mr. Abraham with the knife. What then? Except himself.

"I'll kill myself here if you don't give up your stock" he prepares to stab him in the stomach. Slowly the knife was slid between his suit and shirt.

Mr. Abraham exclaimed stifled, trying to rack his brain as well. After all what kind of fool insists on getting his company building, what kind of fool dares to risk his life for the company's shares. But Mr. Abraham was now silent. True, this man is not just any bank branch owner, not just any giant building owner, he is a demon.

"Master. I am not messing with my words. I'd really kill myself here if you didn't sell me your company shares. You understand?!" The question was piercing, once in a while he wiggled the knife while smiling with satisfaction.

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Tomorrow is even more exciting. The old Lord Abraham, in the age that was supposed to rest, was now sick. Heart disease.

But all will not be able to change, the large company built by him, which he developed now legally belongs to someone else.

In one of the rooms, there lay a frail old body. Mr. Abraham. Her body was wrapped around by an infusion hose since last night. His son, Dalvino, carried him to the hospital alone. Daniel's? As usual the man did not care about the condition of the house, especially about the health of his father is declining.

Even since last night, Mr. Abraham has not been conscious, still lying in bed with some nurses. It must be a man or a woman.

Now at 1pm, the city of Jakarta remains as usual. Heat. I don't know when the rainy season comes and wraps the whole city with water droplets from the sky.

Dalvino sat dumbstruck in the waiting room, his eyes fixed on the room where his father was. The feeling is raging, confused what to do. The news of his father's company had already reached his ears.

Now he started thinking. From now on, will he be the one to continue his father's work? But how? Dalvino is still in college, it's a shame to leave college. But what can I do? This kind of burden should be borne by him. What about Daniel? It was clear that man would not interfere.

But who would have thought, Daniel walked half a run to his brother. With a battered face anyway. Meanwhile, his brother did not want to care about what he did before. After all, he's a wrestler? At most was also only beaten by his opponent.

"Where have you been, you?" Dalvino stood up, staring at the tall, burly body.

Daniel did not notice, his attention was entirely fixed on his father's room.

And Daniel clutched the collar of Dalvino's shirt, violently glaring at him. "Say! What's going on!?" He shouted out loud, making some people turn their heads, looking for what kind of commotion was going on this afternoon.

"You're embarrassing me, let go".

The grip loosened, immediately he sighed, trying to make sense of the situation.

"Perusa-shaham"

"I already know! Tell me who's the mastermind!" Daniel interrupted impatiently, his face looking angry. What can I do? Dalvino would have lost if he had to fight this man.

"Pram. The businessman owns the bank branch and if not the owner of the tallest building".

"Pram?!"

Daniel wiped his forehead, trying to think. A pram? He doesn't know who he's talking about. Daniel also has no concern with the business world, let alone interfere in the affairs of his father's company.

"Now what should it be?" Ask Daniel.

"Hows it? Y-you, uh I mean us. We have to save dad's company, right? I mean we have to take care of that kind of sale and purchase,"

"Isn't that hard? I'm not good at doing things like that."

"Yes. That's complicated".

Both are on the verge of anxiety. What are they worried about? Dalvino; worried about his father's health, worried about the big company that his father had built desperately. That's Daniel? Maybe just worried about the cost and the job of his father.

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2 Hours have passed. It's 3pm now. The sky of Jakarta still looks hot, in a few hours it is orange. The twilight is beautiful, it is so beautiful.

A doctor came out of the room, talking to Dalvino about something, clearly related to his father. While Daniel was just waiting, waiting for him to be unsure. The rest he was confused, why suddenly worried about something that was not his business, to the point of sliding into the hospital in his car. So left Dani who was busy lecturing him.

"What did he say?" Daniel pointed at the doctor with his chin.

"Father was awake, but the doctor said his condition was still weak. Comein! We'll go see dad".

Daniel also did not know why he had to follow Dalvino, then entered the room. His father was lying in bed. The infusion wrapped around his frail body, how pitiful it was to see the difference now. (Which usually looks shady, now just lying weak).

"How happy to see my two sons now." the man in his 60s wailed, interspersed with a smile so warm.

"What is Dad's condition?"

"Your father is fine, Vino. Outmost. Moreover, seeing you with your brother mingling," the man smiled again. Honey her voice is raucous.

"Glove? It's a coincidence, you fool!" Daniel grumbling. Piqued.

"At least you're not a troublemaker, Daniel! You don't get it? Dad just recovered" Dalvino hissed, trying to control the situation.

"Hell nah's. Now tell me what about your building, the man ******".

See for yourself and judge for yourself how Daniel said harsh words to his father. Reason remains for its past grudges. Only problem is only. Only in the form of his jealousy, felt his father was unfair, and fragments of past memories from London.

"You're this, didn't I tell you, I just got well!" Once again Dalvino exclaimed, even louder. But his father tried to break up with ttsss.

"You don't have to interfere, Daniel. Your father can handle everything..."

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