The (Un) Mr. Lukcy. Winter

Chapter 2

I vaguely heard a small commotion around me, maybe it was the sound of Zia and Aunt Lynn who knew what they were arguing about and said my name many times. I was still trying to open my eyes, several times I blinked my eyelids to adjust the light that entered my net. I circulated my vision, ahh it turned out that I was already inside my room. Maybe Gibran and Uncle Yohan helped me get back to this room. I slowly nodded while massaging my head that felt heavy,

"Sister,.." Zia rushed up to me, obviously from the look on her face I could see her worry about me, and aunt Lynn was seen wiping her tears. I sighed while nodding small.

"Calm Zia, your sister is not dead yet" I said.

"Sister !!" screech my sister pouting.

"Don't talk to Zehan!" my uncle Yohan's hardik hugged Zia's words that were cut off because of her rebuke. His voice sounded harsh from the doorway, I knew everyone was so worried about my current situation. Since the accident I officially became disabled, I experienced a condition of paraplegia resulting in someone losing the ability of motor function of the lower part of my body, this is me the cac*t.

I was silent to my uncle's rebuke while trying to irrigate my body even though it was difficult because my lower body was indeed unable to move at all. To be honest I was depressed because of my condition, plus Lexa, the woman I loved left me and even betrayed me with someone who had been my friend for 10 years. I grinned bitterly considering the day before the accident we were the happiest couple and serari "said" in an engagement party that I made in such a way in accordance with Alexa who is a top model, which of course has a life that is all well and glamorous, no matter how cute I have to rogoh I do not care even though my family does not fully approve of my relationship with Alexa. They always assumed that Alexa didn't really love me. And I should have listened to them rather than my passion for Alexa. Yesterday he took me for granted as if we were not a loving couple. He made fun of even insulting my current condition.

Should I mean "It's fallen down the stairs"? ahh it feels too much like it, because everything is still the same, different only the physical condition that is sick, and my psykis who are a little depressed because of some events that I have experienced lately. As for other business is still fairly normal under control, although indeed I had heard there were some clients who canceled the contract, yes it is possible that it has not been sustenance. For a while the company I could trust to uncle and Gibran Zia's husband who also doubles as my private secretary.

I used to be stunned when Gibran blatantly expressed his feelings for Zia, which I thought was a joke. Obviously I was surprised, the personalities of the two of them are very different, Zia always looks cheerful, jumping to and fro like a rabbit, the people around her will definitely be able to feel positive vibes from her. While Gibran's nature and character are not much different from mine, he is a serious thinker, tenacious, focused, timely, indifferent, does not like stale bases, he is a serious thinker, but yes I have to admit he is a very mature figure when dealing with my brother who is installment.

Hmmm let's forget for a moment about the two people, back to my situation, this is my story is not a story telling about their romance. This author is still chapter two -_-

"Ze," my uncle exclaimed, slowly changing my supine position with my uncle's help to position my pillow so that I could feel more comfortable, I glanced at my uncle, then back my netra was staring blankly at the other part of my room.

"Ze, papa knows all this is heavy for you, but anyway you have to be able to rise from this slump Ze," said my aunt softly, her voice hoarsely sounding as she nodded while gently stroking my hair.

"Son, we want you to get well, but with Alexa last night it's gonna be harder if you still live here with all the memories of women not knowing themselves" my uncle's timpal was seen from the look on his face of deep hatred as he mentioned Alexa's name. I stared intently at the two old men, they were over half a century old, already, but the remnants of their good looks and beauty in the past are still visible even though in some parts there are wrinkles in their age range. They are people I respect besides my late parents.

Yes we were both orphans, both of our people died in a plane crash when I was just 9 years old and Zia was only 4 years old. We were lucky enough Uncle Yohan and Aunt Lynn would take care of us, they treated us the same way they did to their children. Before we were they already had Nathan and Nathalie as twins who were only 2 years under me, although they were already troubled with their children but they managed to educate us, he said, all the children of uncle and aunt including me and Zia get the same priority and affection. There is no favoritism.

After we matured to choose our own path, Nathan became a successful music composer, Nathalie became an international ballet dancer, Zia has just graduated S2 art history at the University of Cambridge. While I still do not want to work in the company of the late father, after graduating from UI I decided to continue the program S2 and S3, at Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT) Cambridge, USA.

As a graduate of Cumlaude from MIT my uncle continued to advise me to immediately enter the company but because I still felt minimal experience I entered the independent line company, in other words I started from the bottom, but because I still felt minimal experience I entered the independent line company, an ordinary employee, and all that time I kept my real identity a secret. It was only three years later that I was forced to immediately replace my uncle as the leader of the company because my uncle had a heart attack. The appointment certainly makes some people who consider me a lackey ketar ketir, he said, but because of their dedication to the company and the absence of evidence of KKN in any form on them they still work in their respective positions, even though I had floated "love letter" on them as a reminder not to arbitrarily against their subordinates.

I am known as someone who is quite workaholic, although sometimes confused also wonder at people who consider and say that I am a type of human who is difficult to approach, too rigid, selective, thorough, assertive, and assertive, cold, indifferent, but I think it's a normal attitude like most people, but I don't know.

"Sister, you want to come with me and Brother Gibran to Hong Kong for a while" Zia said as she pulled my hand with a face full of excitement.

"Yes Ze, we're staying there for a while until your condition recovers" aunt Lynn said. I smiled bitterly at 2 different women of this genre, then touched the back of their hands in turn.

"I'm fine, treat everywhere if it's cac*t yes cac*t only" I replied sarcasm without emphasis.

"Ze, you have to remember that there are many people who depend on your recovery, not just your uncles, your aunt, your sisters but thousands of company employees. Have you forgotten your responsibility to us, son?" said uncle softly, from his eyes that began to mackle began to pool tears that began to grow ready to seep at any time. I went back to silence. I just sighed while looking at my eyes.

"Son, you know all this is hard, but look your papa is not as strong as it used to be, your sisters are not competent to take care of the company, Gibran also still refused if you have to replace you forever. Papa and Mama beg you son, think of us who are old, think also of the people who worked from the beginning in the company of your father, your father, it's not fair that they should be victims of Alexa's behavior, son, hiks.." My aunt's words were right, I was in a slump but I shouldn't have sacrificed the people around me. Once again I exhale my breath. Then I tried to grab the hands of my uncle and aunt to be able to sit on my bed.

I clasped the warm hands of the two old men, though,

"Sister, I beg you" lamented Zia once more.

"Sir, I don't know if I'm saying this right now, but.." I glanced sharply at Gibran then he approached me and whispered in my ear.

"i heard the grapevine that the accident that you're experiencing has something to do with Deren, because of that suspicion, I was investigating it." hearing Gibran's recitation my blood immediately boiled, once again I glanced sharply at Gibran who stood among my brothers.

"Sir, if you do not try to get up and recover then until when the master will not be able to repay all their acts of scorn on the master" he added slightly shifted from his original place. My molars tightened, my jaw hardened to keep my emotions from exploding. I stared straight ahead.

"Zi, when are we leaving?"

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