Real Inheritors

execution

The drying of Renaldi's cell phone broke the silence in the car that Endra was driving. Renaldi received the call while looking out the glass. The car carrying it is now entering an elite residential area in the capital.

“What's up?” ask Renaldi flat.

Renaldi fell silent listening to his interlocutor's words carefully. Endra occasionally glanced at his father with a questionable look. But until the call was over, Renaldi said nothing more. Only his facial line stiffened which was accompanied by a squeeze of fingers caught on the tip of Endra's eyes.

The car entered the courtyard of Renaldi's house. When Renaldi was about to descend, he turned to Endra who was still wearing a seatbelt.

“You're not down?” tanyakanya.

“I want to hangout for a while, Pa.”

Renaldi didn't ask again. He got out of the car and walked towards the entrance, while Endra turned the wheel of the car back to leave his house.

“Risa! Monic!” exclaiming Renaldi while stepping into the family room. When the man called for a second time, Risa was seen exyembulizing from the side door of the house. Renaldi sat on the sofa, then stared intently at Risa who was standing not far from the glass cabinet in the room.

“Ngapain you to the villa? I ‘kan already said, no villa can. You ‘kan who used the car mom made there?” asked Renaldi with a stern look.

“Iya sir, I. Last afternoon I delivered cake and lunch to Grandpa,” said Risa with the gaze shown. Risa knew very well that the man before her was upset.

“Heh, indeed the old man can not buy cake? Doesn't she have a maid to make lunch? Once again you go there without my permission, you will feel the consequences. Don't expect your life to be quiet if it's outside this house. Understand!” snapped it.

“Ran deh, who feesin your school is me. But how much attention is he?” delik Renaldi's.

“That's because mama told me,” said Ajeng who is now down the stairs. “Mas forgot yes, today is papa's birthday. Never visited no pa-pa, ‘kan?” ajeng. The woman beckoned Risa to leave them.

“Ck. Up yours. Consider it the last concern of this family. Keep Monic, why go there? Want to celebrate the birthday of the old man as well?” Renaldi asked in a cynical tone.

“We should be proud, as if Monic still has attention, the same affection Opanya.  Hopefully later if we are old, he still remains like that.”

“Halah, yes don't be equated. It's Monic's obligation to care and love us. By the way I did not think first,” snorted Renaldi who then moved from the sofa.

“Then you, Mas? Is papa not entitled to get attention and affection from us?” tanya Ajeng flat.

Renaldi's move stopped. The man turned to his wife with a stern look as he said, “Do not lecture me. I know better what's best for this family.” After saying that, Renaldi continued his steps, leaving Ajeng bowing his head.

Shortly thereafter …

“Bi, Prepare dinner,” Ajeng's word in a loud voice.

Risa who had been in the dining room was stunned to hear Renaldi and Ajeng's chat which was in fact her foster parents. He was increasingly convinced that only Ajeng still loved Biantara in the house.

Risa helps the waiter prepare dinner. When Ajeng approached to see the menu presented, Risa felt worried and occasionally glanced at Ajeng.

“What should I tell Bu Ajeng ya about grandfather who is actually healthy. That way, he will feel better and certainly will not worry grandfather,” Inner Risa.

“Why are you, Ris?” tanya Ajeng.

“Emm .. that, Mom. I want ... say something,” said Risa hesitate.

“Ya said aja. What the hell is it? How rich is that.” Ajeng smiled thinly while shaking slowly. The middle-aged woman who had the aura of motherhood walked away from Risa to taste the dishes presented.

“Kok even silent?” tanyanya disela kunyahan.

“I want to say that earlier ... in the villa, i-.”

“Ma. Monic hungry!” peek at Monica from the second floor.

Risa and Ajeng turned to Monica who was descending the stairs in a hurry. Monica's face was instantly bent when she saw Risa was there.”

“Call papa first dong, Honey. Time yes eat first,” said Ajeng, but no doubt scooping rice and placed on a plate for Monic.

“Ngapain is still here? Want to eat too? Diih, soryy yes. I'll never want a table with you. Get up papa!” word's rude. Risa also passed away from the dining room and certainly did not convey her story to Ajeng.

“What the hell, Ma? Yes, do not make the appetite Monic lost.” Monica looks very upset to see her mother's treatment of Risa. Unlike her sister—Endra, for Monica, Risa is no different from the other servants in the house.

**

The nuances of nature in the morning at the villa can always spoil the taste. The sound of birds that are unpretentious on the roof of the villa seems to invite people around to come out to enjoy the warmth of the sun.

At least that's what's in the mind of a Biantara. The old man enjoyed the morning accompanied by his favorite cup of coffee.

“Master, today you will come out?” tanya Very, a man who has been a nurse Biantara.

“Sure. Just do it as usual so that the people are not suspicious,” said Biantara with a bright gaze.

Today it was his schedule to visit the doctor, and Biantara did not know there were Renaldi's men who observed his movements around the villa. Luckily, the back of the villa was blocked by a nearly four-meter-high wall as well as trees whose height exceeded the wall itself. Therefore there is a certain limit which if it crosses the line Biantara will look like a helpless person.

“You've contacted Doctor Theo?”

“Already, Mr.”

“News from Andi? Connect me with him,” pinta Biantara interrupted black coffee that is no longer warm. Shortly after, the nurse who was a confidant of Biantara gave the phone to the master.

“Andi, what about the kid? Has the DNA test come out?” biantara asked in a soft voice but sounded heavy.

“Not yet, Sir. The doctor asked us to wait until noon,” said the interlocutor Biantara who is one of his accomplices.”

“If the DNA test results have been supported, immediately execution plan B. I don't know why I had a bad feeling today,” he said, sounding anxious.

“Master, if you feel that way, run backup plan A. Do not risk your life. All this would be in vain if without you, Sir,” Andi suggested.

“I think it's just my feeling. Don't exaggerate. Call me as soon as.”

“Good, Sir,” concluded.

Shortly after the conversation ended, Very's phone rang and the man received the call. From their conversation, it is certain that the one who called Very was none other than Andi. The man, who is currently in Singapore with Dafi, gave Very some instructions on what to do at this time.

Biantara stared fixedly at the screen of his phone. Highlight his sad eyes as if hinting at his longing heart at the figure of a simple-clothed young man who was walking while paying attention to the crowd of the highway.

“Mahesa. Look at him already big. Your son's grown up, son. His face is very similar to yours. Therefore Aldi can easily recognize the child, Biantara's inner” with two teary eyes.

At ten o'clock in the morning, a Mercedes-Benz C-Class came out of the villa's gate. The car drove to the destination of a renowned private hospital in the capital. Not long after, Very realized the stalker using the motor as in previous days.

“You are right, Sir. Currently they are following this car.”

“Do you think they will just follow?”

“It seems so,” said Very which is already well memorized with a motor that always follows every time the car comes out of the villa.

“If it doesn't matter, just let it go.”

“Good, Mr.”

Very driving as usual as if unsuspecting someone followed. He also did not increase the speed so that the stalker did not realize his presence was known. Very's knuckle was wrinkled to realize the bike was trying to overtake every time passing the corner but always dejected. But when it arrived at the next corner, the motor was speeding ahead and at the same time a truck came from the opposite direction.

Brakk! Collisions are inevitable.

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