The Crown

Two red lines

"Re, prepare breakfast for me. I'm going to the office."

"Yes, No."

"Tumben, why Lu? Busy now? Pake event bring bekel all. Breakfast is here."

"Fear of being contaminated with bad things, while today I have to work on the first project. So since morning should get a positive aura from the people around, especially the nuclear family."

"By the way, anyway, Lu. It's not clear."

Alea seemed to be casually enjoying her breakfast even though I insinuated it just now.

"Re, the lunch that my brother cooked was already prepared, right?"

"Udah, No."

"Sister, later the supplies are brought yes. I think I have to play a double role. As a sister also as a devout wife."

Mom and Dad were silent.

"I go first, yeah, everything."

"Why don't you marry me, you don't have blood ties, do you?" Alea asked insinuatingly as I walked nearby.

"If Papa and Mama approve, I will. At least it's much better than keeping a pestle in this house."

Alea stored his spoon roughly until it made a sound. Satisfied with this heart.

I was shocked when Alea blocked my steps. He looks angry. His white face flushed with a fist that seemed ready to hit my face.

Justright. Alea raised her hand towards me. However, someone is holding him back.

"Sister?"

"You touch her just a little bit, I'll crush your whole body from head to toe. Understood!"

Alea was frightened as Fateeh snapped at him right in her ear.

"Quick departure. Wait, take Mr. Raga too."

"Well?"

"From today he will help you. While keeping you."

Mr. Raga is Fateeh's personal assistant. He has a tall and big body. Not only that, Mr. Raga is also very smart in any case.

That's what Fateeh is to me.

From now on, wherever I go, Mr. Raga will follow. Including when I'm promoting the company's latest food.

Me and the walking team offered people a taste of our Snack, asking them to comment on the taste.

Of the few we offered, they said, delicious. It's just that if it is sold at an expensive price, they will not be able to buy anything else if it is sold in a large supermarket.

"We rarely go to the supermarket, can be counted on our fingers, Mba."

While we were resting, there were two little children who were either beggars like him. The two of them looked at the package of Snack that was in the cardboard.

"You?" many approached. Mr. Raga is approaching. I glanced at him because the kids were scared. Mr. Raga took a few steps back.

"Here, brother, you're free."

They glanced at each other with timid smiles. I grabbed her hand, then kept the snack on top of their palms.

The children ran with happy smiles. Not long after that there were SD kids passing by. I called them to try it.

"Is there a small one, brother? let's buy it."

"The little one?"

They nodded while continuing to chew.

Inspiration does not have to go out of the head of those who have a high IQ. Small things from various kinds of people can be our inspiration.

Now, I've got an idea for my own production.

"Sir Raga wants to eat? I treat. Come on, we're all eating. I paid today."

"We're not done yet, ma'am."

"It has. I'm done. Now we rest and eat well. Come on."

I walked around, like a happy little boy. Followed by Mr. Raga and my team.

"Thank you, Mom."

"We go home first. Be careful on the road."

"See you tomorrow."

We say goodbye after we finish eating. Now, besides Mr. Raga, there's a driver who takes me wherever I go.

Enjoy it, this is proof that Fateeh and Papa love me. Although I actually feel uncomfortable because both of them followed. That means they'll know what I do every day all the time. Especially Mr. Raga who I go to the office he always comes along, standing behind my chair.

Well, at least no one else dared to mess with me including Tania. When other people are disinclined to know I'm Papa's son, he's not. He used to bully me because I was accused of working only because of a subsidiary owner, not because of ability.

After the field meeting yesterday, Papa and the other board members agreed that I would produce food that school children could reach.

We just have to wait for the sales. What it will be like. Hopefully in the market.

One month later, Papa called me into his room. Give a report on the sales results of the products I work on.

"This serious?" I just don't believe it.

"Congratulations, Son. You did it."

I wanted to scream, but somehow tears came out. Papa hugged me tightly with pride.

"I actually have a promise in my own heart. That the profit in the first month would be me evenly split for our team?"

Their reactions are the same. Staring in disbelief with a gaping mouth. For a moment they were silent, then each had a different face. Some were crying, some were smiling happily.

"Thank you, ma'am." Someone came over and hugged me, followed by the others.

Our team has 10 people, each I give about 70 million rupiah. Not including me and Mr. Raga. He also I gave a bonus, of course the nominal that he got is not the same as the others because Mr. Raga did not enter from the beginning.

The success and the share of the results I gave the team, made the others want us to join. However, I don't think that's necessary. Those who only wanted to join us when we succeeded were not the ones who really sincerely supported the project I was working on.

Not wanting to be too hard, but enjoying. So vangke!

I finally officially became the new manager with my own efforts, not because I'm Papa's son. There is a sense of pride and satisfaction in the heart.

Happiness is felt by family members. We celebrated our promotion with dinner with the whole family.

We are very happy. Eating with laughter.

If only the kids could join in too. This happiness would be perfect.

"Actually I also want to give you happy news."

We all looked at Alea. He took something from his bag, then kept it on the table. We looked at each other.

Mr. Raga took a small long box with a red ribbon.

"It's a pregnancy test kit with two red lines, miss." Mr. Raga explained it to us. Then he gave me that test.

Whats? She pregnant? Sure this is Arzhan's son? I, really, doubt, yeah!