Real Inheritors

remembering the past

Damian Cyrilo, a handsome figure who had since entered the meeting room had already distracted Monica. The combination of thick eyebrows, pliable eyelashes, and spike hairstyles with taper fade makes the owner of the belo-eyed face is not only charming, but also authoritative. Despite just sitting quietly, the man looked cool with a gaze fixed on Endra.

Unlike Monica, Risa looks indifferent. The woman sat at the end of the table with a straight look on Endra who was presenting the meeting materials.

Damian directed his flat gaze for a moment around the room. When her gaze caught Monica, the woman reflexively smelled sweet. Whereas when it leads to Risa, the woman takes a glance with a flat expression. Damian looked back at Endra while remembering their first meeting in the twin tower project of Biantara.

“For the land area we have, how many clusters can be built on it? We want there to be some clusters that refer to ownership levels. Not only limited to clusters with occupancy that is intended for the upper class, but also there for the lower middle. Eight hectares of land can be divided into three groups. My estimate of one hectare can be made approximately sixty units of forty square meters type houses. One more hectare is used for occupancy of a larger type than that. For a special cluster suffice it with five hectares. The remaining one hectare is used for public space. Make sure the residential area is comfortable for its residents,” Damian said.

In this project, Cyrilo Pte Ltd is the owner and Biantara Construction as the contractor. 

“Sure. As you wish, Mr. Cyrilo. I'll convey your wish to our architect. But we already have some concepts that you can consider,” said Endra.

“Just send the file to Olivia,” said Damian flat who was taken quickly by Endra.

“Risa, come. Send the design file to Miss Olivia,” pinta Endra while smiling kindly at Olivia.

Risa approached Endra who then shifted her laptop to the side. Risa took the laptop and sat down not far from Monica who noticed Damian's gaze on the woman.

“Nona Olivia, may I know your email?” ask Risa kindly.

“Sure,” says Olivia briefly, then mentions her email address.

“Mr Cyrilo, how was your trip? I hope you are not surprised by the traffic jammed streets of Jakarta,” asked Monica who tried to distract Damian. Monica thinks Damian's late arrival is due to traffic. The woman did not know that when she arrived in Jakarta, Damian and Olivia went directly to the Nugraha SH and Partner law office.

“Call me Damian. Don't worry, I'm adaptable,”.

Damian was cold and it made Monica want to know him better. 

“Mr Damian, how about tonight we sit together while enjoying the night air of Jakarta?” asked Monica who immediately made Endra turn to her.

“I mean, with my sister too.” Monica smiled wryly at Endra.

“Kakak?” Damian looked at the two, and it made Monica explain her status in the company with pride.

Damian doesn't know. He only wanted to see the arrogance of Renaldi's sons.

“How, you have time?” ask Monica again.

“Good. Let Olivia know where we'll meet. Because I'm taking her with me. He understood me best when I was drunk,” Damian said casually, and that made Olivia frown.

Damian's eyes caught Risa's lips. The man grinned thinly then said, “Don't forget to invite him too.”

Monica turned to Risa with a sour face. “Sure. Waiters will be needed wherever the master is,” said Monica cynically.

Diverse expressions Damian saw after Monica spoke like that. Starting from Endra who looks happy, Olivia who most likely does not like Monica's style of speech, until Risa who he saw was indifferent as if the woman cared about her hearing.

“In addition to his face similar to Ica, his personality is also interesting, Damian's inner” who is staring straight at Risa while. Risa who realized the man was looking at her took the time to return the gaze while forcing a smile.

A few minutes later the meeting ended. Monica and Endra drive Damian to the company lobby. While Risa, after tidying up the former meeting the woman passed to her desk.

“Ris-fr. Lisa!” 

Risa looked back. He saw Arin who was walking quickly to him.

“Risa. Sorry yes, I wasn't.” Arin seemed confused as to how to explain it. Seeing that, Risa smiled faintly.

“No pa-pa, I understand. Sorry yes already ngerepotin,” he said.

“Once again sorry yes, Ris,” regretted Arin. Risa nodded, then said goodbye.

 On the other side of the building ….

“What do you mean, Monic? You intend to approach him?” endra asked flatly with a gaze fixed on Damian's car that had just passed.

“Why not? Brother certainly knew Damian had everything I wanted. Handsome, rich, and his attitude that ... makes me want to get it more,” said Monica with a devilish smile.

On the other side ….

The flashback 

“Ica. Come home! Why stand there long?” Dafi stared at Marisa who always stopped her steps in front of the gulali shop. Many times Dafi advised, but always considered the wind by the daughter who was five years old with him.

“Who knows today who has a store again either want to give Ica gulali one.” Always the answer. Dafi felt sorry, but he never had more money to buy Marisa even if only one gulali.

“Later if Kak Dafi has money, brother promises to buy one for you,” Dafi promises at that time.

“Ica want a big one huh, sister. Want the same purple color pink. Eh but the ijo-oren is also not pa-pa. If the same cotton sugar can not, brother?” 

“Bby. But if Kak Dafi's money is enough yes.” 

“Yeah! When is it, Brother?”

“Ya sometime again. Kak Dafi says it ‘kan ‘kalau’.”

“Yaa ..” Marisa looks disappointed. Her lips were raised with her face bent. Dafi can what, if he is able to grant the wishes of his best friend.

Flashback off

“Master. We have arrived,” said Olivia who also disperse Damian daydreams.

Damian looked around. Sure enough, the car stopped not far from the gate which is the entrance of TPU Rawa Gede.

“Oliv. Please buy some flowers at the stall. Meet Mr. Aman, ask him to show me the graves of my parents. Besides, give this to him.” Damian reached into something from a bag nearby. A brown envelope containing some money Damian gave to Olivia for Aman.

“What should I say to him, Mister?” 

“Tell me the flower was dafi.”

“Good, Mr.”

Olivia walked to the flower shop. Shortly afterwards the woman walked into the cemetery. 

From inside the car Damian noticed the movements of his assistant. He looked at the place with a feeling of longing.

“Pak, Ma'am .. I'm sorry Dafi has not been able to directly visit your grave. Dafi promises in a few more days to come back here, her inner”.

Moments later, Olivia returned to the car with Safe's gaze up close. Damian could only stare at the old man from inside the car. The smile engraved on Aman's face made him feel happy.

“Master, the man thanked you,” Olivia said.

Damian nodded faintly, and asked the driver to take him home.

A penthouse has provided Brata to Damian. In addition to being a place to live, from the penthouse also Damian will work. Not only Olivia, Andi and some of his men were also there.

“Oliv. Did you see Endra's assistant?”

“Iya, Mr.”

“Find out about him. Everyone,” pinta Damian while looking outside.

“Good, Sir. I'll call Mr. Nugraha. Most likely he can help.”

Damian. I don't know why he felt his chest suddenly thump.

Connect ….