The Oppressed Heir
Humiliated but failed
While frowning withstanding the pain in his body, the Son closed his eyes under the shower of warm water.
The one he was grateful for from this cold mansion. Heater Water. Things he couldn't get on the floor. Supply water there once every 3 days and die after 5 minutes. Even the water flow is very small. As a result, many inmates are affected by skin diseases. If his mother comes to wash it then he can take a shower using gallon water bought by his mother. But his mother only comes once a week.
Later his mother did not come again because the disease was getting worse. The son asked the head of the room to beat him so that he could pretend to be injured and taken to the hospital. To be able to shower and eat properly. Yes but as usual, he was considered insane before being beaten.
"Duh.." complained the Son while grimacing as the water from the end of the shower he pointed at the wound on his forehead. The one yesterday has not healed yet, he got 4 stitches. This time the stitches are open again…
The son glanced at the wall clock outside the room, there was 2 hours to sew all his wounds before leaving for the party.
"Better than prison, you son of a bitch!" swear the Son while grabbing his towel and get out of the bathroom.
**
That night, Maybach Excelero belonging to Damascus Prabasampurna parked in the lobby of one of the luxury hotels located in the Jakarta business district. The son in the jeep in front of him got off and half ran to the back to open the door for the In-laws.
Damascus throws a thud at the Son. Then tidied up his coat and walked into the building.
"Wooy!" there was a scream from inside the car, "Bukain my door too, moron!" exclaimed Ali who was still inside the rare luxury sedan. Ali was the first son of Damascus Prabasampurna, Nadine's older brother.
The son took a breath counting the stock of his patience and finally ran to the left side, then opened the door for his sister-in-law.
"How the hell are you so jongos just not right!?" Ali plucked the Son's head, followed his father into the building.
While the bodyguards around Putra looked at the scene while chuckling happily, because they saw the suffering of the Garbage Son-in-law.
The son tidied his hair while glazed in front of the car, then walked in hasty steps following Damascus and Ali. He was indifferent to the insults he received because he was used to it.
Many people there and most of the audience asked about Nadine Prabasampurna's sudden marriage.
The real thing is that Damascus is upset, but he has to keep a friendly smile because they are all investors and shareholders in his company.
"Yes, it was done small, only attended by close relatives. Today's children want to imitate western culture with small recipes, few guests, so that it feels sacred he said," Damascus said.
"Who is Mr. Dam's son-in-law? From which company?" They usually ask this after.
It felt like Damascus wanted to punch the wall there and yell in frustration. Her favorite daughter was raped until she became pregnant with the parking attendant who had just come out of prison. Where his behavior is a bit crazy and whiny continues. Beaten even laugh, humiliated even happy. Less demon what else is he?! So thought Damascus.
But what can be done, if the Son is not brought to the party this time, rumors about his daughter will even be-so. Normally, he must come accompanied by his son and daughter-in-law, like his other colleagues.
"This is my son-in-law, his name is Saputra," Damascus patted the shoulder of the Son standing right behind him. He slightly squeezed the shoulder of the Son of menacing omen.
As instructed and trained so many times, of course, with tremendous exhausting efford, the Son came forward and bowed respectfully to all there.
"Good God, I'm sorry Mr. Dam. I think one of the bodyguards is hahahaha! His face was so hurt!"
Mr. Damascus froze with anger. It became a laughing stock.
In his mind, he would probably shoot the Son's leg after this to have the man paralyzed and move on all fours for the rest of his life.
"My dad and I just played Krav Maga. Father's age is advanced but he can still make me battered, hehehe," said the son politely while grinning.
All were silent and amazed.
"You're looking at martial art, huh?" ask one of my colleagues.
"Yes sir, what I'm particularly interested in is Krav Maga, because almost without rules and techniques deftly can immediately paralyze the opponent," said Putra.
Damascus and Ali exchanged lyrics tensely. I hope my son doesn't embarrass them.
"It is fitting that Mr. Dam is still fit at the age of twilight, sir. I heard that martial arts, the brain also became fluent in thinking logically because the blood flow is smooth," eventually all became amazed.
"I have to learn a lot from Dad. So sorry if my appearance is a bit bad tonight," said the Son.
"Wow, it's lucky that Mr. Dam has a daughter-in-law this strong!"
Damascus breathed a long sigh of relief. But the core question has not yet attacked the Son.
"Where does this work now?"
The most annoying statement according to Damascus.
"I used to work in pharmaceuticals, I was a supplier of sedatives. But now Dad asked me to be one of his successors, so I resigned and I'm finally learning from the beginning. Sorry if I have not satisfied the answer, I will immediately improve my quality,"
Damascus shone to hear it. Ali turned back because she couldn't help but laugh.
Pharmaceutical field, suppliers of tranquilizers aka drug dealers.
From where the crazy boy who even SD just didn't pass got the answer as diplomatic as that.
Buyar had hope Damascus to shoot the Son in the leg.
And even more upsetting, the Son said 'Dad asked me to be one of his successors' that means Damascus must immediately take Son look around his office and give him a position at his job or everyone will wonder.
This amazingly cunning child in front of him!!
Let me give you a raw bogem tomorrow. But not in the face so as not to be a question. So did Damascus think, because he thought the Son was mocking him indirectly.
"Ali.." whispered Damascus.
"Yes Dad?"
"Where's my golf club?"
"In the barn,"
"Tomorrow, get it,"
"Daddy isn't afraid of her waist spraining again?"
"Not to play golf." grumbled Damascus with squinting eyes at the Son who was chatting while laughing with the shareholders in front of him.
"Ooh, okay," Ali immediately understood the meaning of his father's glance and was eager to welcome tomorrow.
**
The son came out of the building while reaching for cigarette packs in his suit pocket. Inside he felt tight. Fake smiles adorn every corner of the room.
The hedonists, the capitalists, the political rats, all come together to talk about the advantages of each.
The son felt this hypocrisy-filled dimension was not his world. The people in there are more insane brains than he is. Only the chasing is classy. The heart remains rotten.
In front of him, his Father-in-law's bodyguards were chatting. Usually in such conditions they are laughing at the son's silliness.
Especially when the Son came out, they were immediately silent. Surely gossip about what else, try?
"Kheheheheheh," The son chuckled with a sly grin, "Gosipin me yaaa, duh so maluu," his son sizzled.
Next,
BRAKK!!
He hit the granite wall next to it until it cracked and fluttered his bloodstained hands, "You want to be made like this isn't his congor?"
Yes, he is extreme.
But actually in his heart he was scared to death and his hand bone felt cracked even now could not be lifted properly. Strong enough to run away in fear.
And sure enough, the people there gaped at his behavior and ran away in fear.
The son took off his tie, then rebuked his bloody hand and raised a cigarette to his mouth with trembling hands. Even though the pain was only vague, but seeing the condition of his hands, it seemed like he had to go to the hospital again.
After all, if not bluffed like that he will continue to be denigrated.
What he learned so far in the field.If not acting crazy and dangerous, will be increasingly oppressed. But finally his attitude was even a stupor. But indeed such a thing had saved him many times from oppression.
"I can hold on." he murmured as he exhaled smoke upward, "I can." and he closed his eyes to calm himself.
