The Story of Clouds, Rain, and Sun
XLVIII. Two Sons and a Woman
Two handsome young men were seen sitting next to each other on the basement floor and leaning against its walls. Both expressions are unreadable. Both Surya and God, both speechless. Only the sound of their breaths could be heard in the room.
“You know that my mother was originally supposed to be betrothed to your papa?”
The voice of the Gods suddenly broke the silence between the two of them. Surya shook his head in response to a question from his cousin. His heart seemed to have gone numb and numb.
“My mother is a person of great ambition .. once you know that your father is the second child, my mother immediately rejected him,” continued Dewa again. “He only wants to marry the first child.”
“Think of my mama first, the first child is definitely going to lead the company replacing its predecessor.”
The god snorted small. “He did not expect that grandfather would appoint a successor based on his ability and finally chose your father to lead Akasa Group.”
“My mother inevitably had to swallow a bitter pill and was forced to accept reality.”
The gods are silent again. A moment of silence returned to greet the two blood cousins. The young man next to Surya then took a deep breath and threw it away slowly.
“But that does not mean he has given up ..”.
The handsome man closed his eyes and turned his head against the wall. “Once my mother saw her only son was also no less superior to Earth, she felt she had another chance.”
“The big take was finally directed ... to me.”
The god opened his eyes and smiled. “Then you were born and everything changed.”
Surya glanced for a moment at his cousin but still did not budge. He had absolutely no energy or intention to respond to the gods.
“The little sister of Earth that my mother thought was not a threat, it even shone more brilliantly. Even his abilities far exceeded his biological brother and his cousin's older brother.”
The god took a long breath. One leg now he is bent. His right hand rests on his knee.
“My mother is again faced with a high wall that is difficult to climb,” said the handsome man. “Finally, he also tried to learn to accept his defeat.”
Cousin Surya then smiled. “And he quite managed to do it for a long time.”
Silence once again possessed the two handsome young men. Until finally God pulled and bent one leg again. Then both hands hugged his knees.
“However, suddenly the Earth wavers …. He started drinking and taking drugs ...”
Surya's eyeballs slowly glazed over the memory. He lifted his head up and sighed. Trying to hold back her tears from falling.
“In addition you also follow in his footsteps ...”
“From there, slowly my mother came back again to see the gap of opportunity that she had long forgotten,” added Dewa later.
“And the peak is when Om Bima died in an accident and Aunt Tara fell into a coma,”. His senses of vision were now also filled with tears that were ready to come out at any moment.
“Because now the only barrier to my mother's great ambition to rule the throne of Akasa Group is simply ...”
A single tear flowed down the face of the God.
“... yourself.”
Surya took a breath again. Although a few days ago, he already knew that Aunt Santika was the mastermind behind his two accidents. It was not that easy for him to accept that fact.
Santika's aunt whom he knew was the God's mama who was always friendly and gentle. Who always defended himself and his cousin, when both were scolded by Mama Surya. Who would have thought that his existence was precisely a thorn in the flesh for his tant.
“He told Raka to follow you. Then when you were at Purwa Cliffs with Varsha, he made your car brake blong on my mom's orders.”
The expression of the God was so sad. His face was covered in tears. But there was no sobbing there, only bated cries could be seen.
“Despite that time he failed …. My mother is already thirsty for the title of heir to Akasa Group. Because he had seen it up close and almost managed to reach it.”
The young man buried his head into his hands folded above his knees.
“For that he is patient waiting, waiting for the right moment to get rid of you once again.”
“Thank God he again failed,” said Dewa with a tone of relief.
Suddenly the handsome man felt his phone vibrate. He grabbed it from his pants pocket. Then open the incoming message. Apparently the text came from Raka. It is rumored that his mother has arrived at the airport and now only needs to wait for her private jet to land to pick them up.
“I'm sorry, Surya. But I will still tell the police that I am the culprit,” said Dewa.
“I hope you shed all your hate on me and can accept it.”
The god then walked up the stairs. Leaving the Earth sister who was still sitting on the floor and leaning against the wall. However, before he stepped foot on the first rung of the stairs suddenly his cousin spoke.
“I'm sorry too, Dewa,” said Surya. “Because I can't let that happen.”
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“You've contacted Dewa?”
Santika's mother asked Raka. His face looked a little pale. His expression looked tense and worried.
“Already, Ms. Santika.”
Both are on the runway at the airport. Ready for the upcoming private jet. Around them there were already large suitcases ready to be transported into them.
“What does my son say?” ask Santika's mother again.
“Mister Dewa's order takes longer. He will soon follow with a second flight using his private jet.”
Raka has no choice but to lie to Santika's mother at the request of the Gods. His main task was to make sure that the woman could leave this place safely and safely.
Santika's mother's forehead looked shriveled with suspicion. However, he also knew that his son was busy. It was not unusual for a God to catch up with him when he proposed an impromptu vacation. Suddenly his doubts disappeared.
Santika's mother finally nodded. “Good.”
Soon, the long-awaited jet began to appear in the night sky. The iron bird's lamp shone twinkling like a shooting star that glided ever closer to the runway.
Within minutes, the private jet landed successfully. Then the pilot parked his plane not far from where Ms. Santika and Raka were standing. After waiting for a while, the door opened.
Eventually, the two walked closer to the plane. On the right and left hand Raka looks two large suitcases dragged. However, suddenly Santika's mother and the young man stopped.
A beautiful woman in her early 50s looks down the stairs of the plane. The car was so elegant and elegant. Right behind him, a female assistant followed him cautiously.
“If you think you can leave this place after trying to harm my son ...”
The graceful woman walked closer and closer. His facial expression could not be read. While his eyes were staring intently at the two people who were not far in front of him.
“You are wrong big.”
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