Real Inheritors

biantara

The mood for a moment of silence. The phone call had already ended, and Risa was still glued to her original place. Until then ….

“Opa!” Monica's voice rang out outside along with the clattering of footsteps towards the main door.

Not wanting Biantara to realize his presence, Risa quickly walked by setting her foot towards the dining room.

“Opa,” call Monica again.

Monica's steps stopped when she saw Risa in the dining room. The woman paused her steps towards the terrace, and decided to approach Risa.

“Siniin. Who lo SKSD (Sok Knew Sok Near) with my Opa? Inget yes, you are babu not grandchild, so do not get the attention of deh,” snide Monica while taking a birthday cake placed on the table. 

Risa just kept quiet and let Monica carry the cake. While he followed Monica's steps while carrying a cake knife, two small plates and also a spoon.

The steps of the two women were fixed to the terrace, where Biantara was sitting facing the garden with a helpless weak expression.

“Opa, happy birthday!” exclaimed Monica while thrusting the cake in front of Biantara who gave no expression.

Monica smiled wryly to find the grandfather who could only blink an eye. Monica who began to feel careless even put the cake on the table, then sat on one of the chairs there. Monica glared at Grandpa and chose to play her phone.

Meanwhile, Risa looked at Biantara with a confused look. The mysterious aura began to be felt by Risa when she looked at the face of the man who today even turned seventy years old. However, Risa tries not to show her feelings. Risa approached and sat on a chair located near Biantara.

“Kek, how about we pray together?” asked Risa who then fixed the position of the wheelchair occupied by Biantara to face him. Risa held out the powerless palm of Biantara to begin the prayer.

Who would believe if he said that one of the hands was holding a mobile phone like everyone else in general. I don't think he would believe it if he didn't see or hear it himself.

“Yes Allah, may grandfather recover soon, healthy as ever and of course long life. Aamiins. Daughter, sorry Risa can't say anything. Now we cut the cake, and grandfather has to eat,” persuade Risa soft-pitched.

Monica flicked her lips at the way Risa treated her grandfather. A smile then fell on Monica's face as an idea popped into her mind.

Meanwhile elsewhere ….

Dafi felt his neck really hurt. His head was so heavy and dizzy that he felt himself floating in the air. But then Dafi sharpened his hearing which caught the sound of wheels rubbing against the asphalt feeling very close to him.

“Am I dreaming?” his inner.

Slowly Dafi opened her eyes. The young man looked like a dazed person was watching around through eyeball movements.

“Where am I? And, who are they?” inner Dafi wondered as she glanced at the figure walking beside her. In silence Dafi was flabbergasted to know that he was currently sitting in a wheelchair being directed towards the stairs of the plane.

“Pe-plane?” Dafi was stunned that she could no longer hide her surprise. He pushed the man next to him and it made the person pushing his wheelchair startled.

Dafi turned around quickly and pushed the person behind her. He immediately stood up and ran with his remaining strength. However, due to the intense pain in his head, Dafi was forced to stop and hold his head while closing his eyes to endure the pain.

“You tried to run? Heh, free. You're not going anywhere. Take him,” said a man behind Dafi.

“Drug injection. Could be bad if he made trouble on the plane.”

The sentence sounded faint on the verge of Dafi consciousness. He wanted to fight back, but his body was completely helpless. Until then Dafi felt a needle stab one part of his body.

“Am I kidnapped?” his mind before being completely unconscious.

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With great difficulty Risa persuaded Biantara to want to eat her birthday cake even if only a few bribes. But the old man insisted on not chewing on it and letting the cake stay in his mouth until it just fell on his shirt. Seeing that made Monica feel disgusted. While Risa quickly took a tissue and then thrust a glass of drinking water where there is a straw for Biantara to use.

“Risa prepare lunch yes, Kek. Risa bring grandpa's favorite vegetable. Risa'll get it for a second." Risa moved to pass towards the kitchen with Monica's gaze followed. After Risa felt far enough away, Monica inching closer to Biantara.

“Opa. Next month Monic is also a birthday, ask for a gift. Not much, just twenty percent of the company's shares. Yes, Opa? Monic will be ready to file. So Opa just fingerprints, okay?” Monica brandished her thumb enthusiastically. But then the eyes again glanced at Biantara who was staring blankly in any direction.

Shortly afterwards, Risa came to bring a bowl of rice that had been mixed with vegetables. In addition to rice that must be mushy, vegetable sauce should also always be in the Biantara menu to make it easier for the man to digest his food. But is it really all? After what Risa saw earlier, she became suspicious of all the servants in the villa.

Could it be that they conspired with the Master to trick everyone? If yes, for what?

Many questions dwell in Risa's mind. Ask about the motives behind the Biantara play, also ask about who the child he talked to someone on the phone.

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