
“This morning we're not going straight to my office. I have to go to my father's office first,” Frans told the driver who had just opened the door for him.
According to Frans' promise to Aren last night, this morning he will also meet his father to talk about Aren's desire to immediately marry his lover named Clara. Frans did not want to delay any more time because he did not want Aren disappointed in him.
“Good, Sir,” said driver Frans. After Frans got into the car, he closed the car door and circled the car to get into the steering door.
Frans' car was traveling at moderate speed. This morning, the streets were not too crowded so they could relax a little. The distance between Frans' house and his father's company was further from Frans' house to his office. It took him almost an hour to get there.
As soon as we arrived, Frans got out of the car. The man looked towards the multi-storey building that stood firmly before him for a moment, then sighed. ‘If it wasn't for Aren, I was lazy to go here,’ Frans murmured inwardly.
Frans walked towards the office lobby. Some employees who saw Frans' arrival looked at him as if Frans was a strange object that had just landed on the surface of the Earth. No wonder, anyway. Frans has hardly set foot in Jorgie's company since she decided to leave home a few years ago. Some of the employees in this company are also new employees so they do not know that Frans is the son of the owner of this company.
“Good morning, Sir. Is there anything I can help you with?” ask the receptionist, welcome Frans.
“Is Mr Jorgie in his room?” ask Frans.
“Do you have an appointment to meet with Mr Jorgie?” the receptionist asked back, calling Jorgie's secretary. “Who is your name, Sir?”
“Just tell him Frans wants to meet. He will definitely let me in,” Frans said. “So, where's the room?”
“Pack Jorgie's room is on the thirty floor, sir. Use the elevator at the left end. Said his secretary, Mr. Jorgie is waiting for you,” explained the receptionist.
“Thank you,” reply Frans while nodding his head.
Frans then left according to the direction of the receptionist. The special elevator used by Frans has only three buttons to go to the thirty floor, lobby, and basement. It seemed that the one using this elevator was only the company higher-ups who did not need to pacing to another floor.
Arriving on the thirty floor, Frans went straight to Jorgie's study. No need to knock on the door, Frans went straight inside.
Jorgie who found Frans presence immediately stood up and welcomed the son. Rarely did Frans come to his office. For this reason, he felt very happy to be visited by Frans.
“Frans, tumben once you come here. Papa is very happy because you finally want to set foot in this office,” welcome Jorgie then invite Frans to sit on the sofa available in his room to welcome guests.
“Pa, I don't want to beat around the bush. Straight to the point,” Frans said. He did not want to spend much time talking vaguely with his father. “My destination came here because I want to talk about Aren.”
Jorgie frowned faintly. “Aren? What's wrong with your brother?” tanyanya's confused. Jorgie wonders if it has anything to do with last night's incident in which Aren is angry with Lulla vilifying Frans.
“Aren wants to get married, Pa,” Frans replied.
“Aren never said anything to me. Is it true she wants to get married?” jorgie asked, still doubtful of Frans' words.
“Aren never told Papa because he was afraid that Papa would not approve of his relationship with the woman he loved,” Frans replied while raising one eyebrow.
Jorgie laughed crisply. “What are you talking about, Frans? Papa may not approve of Aren's relationship with his lover. Most importantly the woman deserves to be with Aren,” argued Jorgie.
“That's what Aren's afraid of, Pa. Aren is afraid that the woman is not in line with Papa's expectations,” Frans replied.
Aren's girlfriend, Clara, works as a nurse at a hospital in Copenhagen. His job was fixed and he was considered one of the nurses who relied on in the hospital. However, in Jorgie's eyes, it was definitely not enough. Frans and Aren knew his father. They know that Jorgie must have hoped that Aren would marry one of the conglomerate's children so that their business rope would not be broken.
“What is the background of the woman? If he comes from a distinguished family, Papa will certainly immediately give blessing to both of them,” said Jorgie.
“And if not?” frans asked with sharp narrowed eyes.
“I need to know the background of the woman first before giving my blessing, Frans,” said Jorgie.
“Is one's background very important to Papa?”
“Of course, Frans. I don't want to make a misstep and marry my son to the wrong woman.”
“Befit or not it's subjective, Pa. What Papa considers appropriate is not necessarily appropriate in the eyes of others, and vice versa,” said Frans. He starts to get upset because his father asks about Aren's lover's background.
“Frans, we are from a distinguished family. So, naturally if Papa wants to know the background of the woman Aren wants to marry,” reply Jorgie does not want to lose.
“If a person's background is very important to Papa. Then, why didn't Papa do the same to Papa? Papa used to marry Papa's second wife without finding out her background,” Frans quipped.
“Why did you bring Papa and Papa's second wife together?” ask Jorgie pissed off. Frans' words stabbed Jorgie into her heart. The man was offended that Frans was carrying around his relationship with Lulla. To him, what happened between him and Lulla was different from what happened to Aren.
“Because Papa was supposed to do as Papa said. Not even being a hypocritical man who wants to win alone,” said Frans then rose to his feet.
“What do you mean, Frans?” Jorgie stood up too. He was offended by Frans' words even though in the depths of his heart, he felt that Frans' words had a point.
“Now it's up to you, Pa. Whatever your decision is, as long as what Aren wants is harmless then I will always support him and break all obstacles that stand in his way,” Frans said then left his father's office without waiting for a reply from his father.