The Owner of the Angel

PSB: Black Power

At 10 am Hanif was watering plants in the front yard accompanied by flowers that bloomed. He smiled when he knew his presence shocked his own family. For some reason he felt an inner satisfaction, seeing Fira's expression stiffened in place.

“You smile yourself?,” said Jovi following him. “Why?,”

“No, you don't have breakfast?,” ask to keep the topic.

“If I want to eat, I have prepared my own food. You don't need to bother, oh yeah this out you do?,” asked the woman was curious, looking for reproach in order to look at Hanif's face.

Looking back, this “after should clean the same back shed of the pool,” replied Hanif.

“Yes already, I help you so you can rest. Dah !,” he said waving a little and then disappeared in the wind.

He wants to stop Jovi but impossible, his hand is unachievable. “If help me what?,” mumbled thinking.

A car entered the courtyard of his family's mansion. At first, he touched because lately there were rarely any guests, when the legs of the level came out and showed a mature man in neat clothes and carrying a black bag, Hanif remembered something.

The water faucet he turned off, dried his wet hands and greeted him while commenting on his sweet smile. “For uncle,” sapanya walk closer.

Looking, “morning is also young master,” down. “Sorry I came here so suddenly because yesterday the master's mother called me to come today,” she explained politely.

“Mother?,” his Jeda dazed. “Ya already, uncle come in first. Later let me call mother, maybe in the upper room,” Hanif's decree let him enter with open arms.

“What young master was doing, why now look skinny?,” as he walked into the hallway of the house.

Hanif chuckles, “not uncle. It used to be this way. Once again water the plant,” the answer is honest.

“There is no gardener in your home? Wasn't the last uncle here there?,” he said he felt there was an oddity. He monitored the contents of the house, sweeping into all deserted corners. There were no servants first. “Young master is fine right?,”

With confidence peaking, he stood firmly in front of him and stretched his hand wide. He smiled a little when he was so worried about her. “Uncle, I'm fine. Really !,” he said trying to convince.

“Lying !!!,” deny Jovi honest but not heard the person concerned.

“Uncle is here besides meeting your mother, uncle also wants to see you. Uncle has been looking for you for a long time but your parents always say you are busy in college,” he explained sounding raucous. Netraanya looking at the young man with his perfunctory clothes.

Hanif lowered his head, he linked his own hands trying to calm down and follow the storyline as it should. “Sorry uncle, I'm too busy. Let's uncle, I'll prepare a drink,” his lick.

Jovi smelled a big lie from inside the house but he did not smell the evil scent of uncle Hanif. Instantly Jovi's diamond idea emerges, as Hanif walks ahead of the man Jovi's wiggling fingers. His art managed to make that important person shocked.

“Young master,” deny stop.

“Iya uncle, what is it?,” tolehnya.

“Young master all this time not in love snacks? Why does the master's shirt have a big tear?,” the question touches the material of the shirt.

“This sir?,” welcome shows a large tear of the armpit.

“Eh?,” looks up to Jovi, shakes his passport head. “Object uncle maybe it was pas nyiram too excited,” he said back. “Uncle sit down, I take the water first to the back,”

On Jovi's journey in Hanif's reprimand, his behavior turns out to be nosy. As far as the man is concerned, an angel has a graceful and authoritative attitude but in fact in front of the eyes is far different. He was in gentle nasehati despite being guilty.

The big lady of the house went down the stairs with a wry face, she was disappointed at the attitude of her daughter. Continuing to say excommunicate the two stepchildren to the last step of the stairs then the woman realized that the most important guest had arrived.

“Gosh !!!,” was shocked. “Pak Bahri has arrived? Sorry I did not welcome the arrival of the father,” his bro exclaimed.

“For the great mistress,” reply he lowered his head. “No problem mistress,”

Hanif's stepmother had already sat down with her bitter smile, her heart was panicking to ask again. She was afraid that something in the house might come out like Hanif.

“Mistress yesterday called me to come? What's up?,” ask directly.

“Em, look,” whispers close the face. “I want to ask, is it true that the legacy of my late husband fell into the hands of his biological children?,”

When he was about to be answered, Hanif actually messed up the atmosphere of his mother's privacy plus his disheveled look would be suspicious Mr. Bahri. A glass of hot coffee was placed on the table, he knew adult talk was inappropriate in the mix. Before his mother's expulsion, he had already left alone.

“The company set 70 percent is given to Hanif Mahardika as the biological child of Pak Mahardika Setiawan and the rest falls to the mistress but the mistress gets another such as a beauty salon ownership letter on behalf of the late bu Nisa Mahardika,” details then sipping a cup of coffee made by Hanif assisted bi Mirna.

“You heard?,” asked Hanif to Jovi.

“The company set 70 percent is given to Hanif Mahardika as the biological child of Pak Mahardika Setiawan and the rest falls to the mistress but the mistress gets another such as a beauty salon ownership letter on behalf of the late bu Nisa Mahardika. That's your uncle's remark,” he added imitating Mr. Bahri as the heir of his family.

“What about land, hotels and car companies in Kalimantan?,” ask in a hurry.

“I confirmed to the mistress many times, that the mistress only get 30 percent of the property companies on the island of Bali and beauty salons. As long as the young master is still on the side of the mistress, the mistress cannot insist on taking his rights,” reprimanded pak Bahri confirmed plainly.

“This is unfair !! I as his legal wife did not get a comparable with the child,” denied her.

“Mrs, second wife of the deceased and now remarrying. The madam could not bear the child of marriage to the great master due to illness. So the madam couldn't insist on pleading with me. This is an absolute decision !,” elak he held his speech as best as possible.

Hanif's mother was out of her mind, she massaged her temple while grimacing with the anger that was always overflowing especially about Hanif. He hated that child so much, since marriage he never liked it. Marrying is purely for treasure.

“And I know the mistress in this house treats the young master like what. I do not want to argue things that waste my time here, I hope the mistress is more careful because it could be the mistress did not get anything,” threatened immediately leave.

“Why uncle go?,”

“He's angry, don't think about it. He sided with you,” said Jovi.