SECOND MAHLIGAI

Chapter 6 - The Mahardika Family

Jakarta

The residence of the first child of Mahardika who was always safe and peaceful, this morning came back boisterous with the whining of a 5-year-old daughter who was none other than the granddaughter of the great master Yusuf Rangga Mahardika from the first child, Arsenio Galih Mahardika. The daughter who was so spoiled by her father and mother again asked for something unreasonable.

The great lord and great mistress who last night stayed at the residence was really made dizzy with the strange behavior of the grandchild that they got from the results of the affair of the child.

The daughter who was born in the middle of the household tempest his son and his ex-wife, the mother of Aslan, always wanted to be dominant wherever he was. Unlike Aslan who always obeyed and did not much behavior even though he was a boy, that was their opinion after the departure of Aslan and his mother.

“You're still Kind of, Nadira!” exclaimed the grandfather with a tone of regret.

“But my friends all have it, Cake. And Dira wants to have it too but wants it better!” he pulled his clothes while pulling his mother.

“Mih, buyin yes.”

Dira, a sweet girl who is very similar to the mother, continues to whine until it makes the grandmother growled.

“Urus your son, Ranti. Just trouble!” while passing, he took the husband back to their room.

The father who does not know how to behave just speechless does not want to fulfill the desire of the child. He prefers to focus on reading the news through the tab he holds.

“Mas, help dong!” furious Ranti pulled the sleeve of the husband's shirt a little hard.

Galih threw the tab in his hand at the dinner table, “Dira, Papa yesterday just bought you the latest tablet and it's also pretty fantastic if it's for a kid your age, baby. And now you want a clear phone - obviously you don't need one yet, so why buy it, later, okay?” said the father advises.

“Tapen Pah..”

“Dira!” pekik Galih the father. Dira immediately lowered his head and started crying.

“You..”.

Galih rubbed his face rough, “Urus your son was!” he shouted at the wife.

The woman named Ranti rubbed the child's back, so that the little girl stopped her crying. But instead of stopping, her cries grew louder.

“Dira, stop!” one warning escaped the mother but still did not make the child stop her crying.

“Dira!” angry at the mother.

“I want it, Mah!” she screamed while crying.

Ranti who could not do anything could only sigh. It used to be when they were first brought to this house after the departure of the husband's first wife made him think he would be made queen by Galih, just like when they were still in a relationship behind the first wife Galih. But after a year ago she had a miscarriage and was no longer able to conceive, her husband and her two in-laws began to show remorse as to why she used to prefer herself over her mother Aslan.

In appearance, Ranti is indeed more good at preening than Sasi. He was also born from a family that was quite unlike Sasi who was born from both parents who were quite simple and very innocent. It was precisely the innocence of Sasi that once made Galih interested and even dead - he begged his parents to accept Sasi. But after the condition that both parents gave up was granted, which was to give birth to a son, it was Galih who denied marriage and betrayed Sasi for approximately 2 years.

“Later Mama will talk to Papa, so stop crying. You will trouble Mama if gini continues!” ranti said furious with Dira's attitude. Though if studied she and her husband is the one who makes Dira behave like that. Never reprimand when making mistakes and never assume all the things Dira does are just the mischief of children. Indeed, from childhood children must be taught about responsibility and reprimand them if they make mistakes, that is the responsibility as a real parent.

“But Mama promised, Papa must have granted?” dira asked with tears still flowing down the river.

“Why, since sister died. Papa, Grandma and Grandpa are often as fierce as Dira, Ma?” Ranti closed her eyes to hear the question the child could not answer.

This was not what he wanted, but what could be said because of his own actions he had to lose the prospective heir of the Mahardika family.

“Ma?” call Dira who has no answer to her question.

“They're not, baby. Just your feelings. In fact two months ago I bought you the same tablet as your friends, even nicer and more expensive right?” Dira, the little boy gave a small nod in response to the mother. Because it's the truth. Galih had always granted this wife and child's wish but after the incident one year ago, Galih became cold and not too much talk, even Ranti's credit card was all taken.

“All because of the woman, just try her choose money for her well-being must be the boy stays here. And I don't have to be as lucky as I am right now, you holy-spirited lady!” ranti muttered in the heart.

Not wanting the child to be late to school and get angry again with the husband, Ranti immediately fix the appearance of her son and deliver him to school.

***

In a company a man was walking gallantly while putting his hand in one of his casual pants pockets. The man who was notoriously cold and not too many smiles and laughter adorned his face was heading towards the room of the company's top brass.

“Pak Rudi, is there?” ask the beautiful woman who is busy with documents in front of her.

“Good day, Mr. Sakha. Mr. Rudi is in place, and is waiting for you.”

“OK!” in short.

The foot stepped back into the door that had been opened by the woman who was a secretary.

“Hai, Om!” greet that man named Arsakha.

“Oh, hi my desert rock nephew!” exclaimed the middle-aged man while rising from his seat.

“Stop!” exciting Sakha.

“Why?” tanyanya while furrowing both eyebrows because the ponakan did not want to welcome his embrace.

“I'm not a desert rock!” emphatically.

The middle-aged man shook his head, “Oke! ice cubes only, then.”

The 34-year-old man rotated his eyes irritated.

“Sucer, Om!” yells.

“OK, what are you doing here? And tumben to make promises everything?”

“I want to ask something and please give a definite answer do not convoluted - belit.”

Mr. Rudi shook his head, “Depending on the question, if it is easy to answer yes Om answered quickly, as fast as the taxaka train,” he said as he placed his back on the luxurious sofa in the room.