The Will of Young Master

The Will of Young Master
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"Sas sir, from tomorrow there's no need to pick me up again on campus. I'm going to the main house and I'm going to take an online taxi, sir" Litha opened a conversation with the most talkative person, which came out of her mouth is really important.


"Why Miss? Is there something you're complaining about?" Somewhat surprised Mr. Sas responded.


Sasmita, the same age as Rayyendra's father, was the assistant to the Grand Lady when she was president of Pradipta Corp. After the Great Mistress retired, she remained the assistant of the Great Mistress. In addition to Mr. Sas, who became his confidant, there is Isaac or more familiarly called Mr. Is, the chief servant of the main house.


The two had been considered children by the Grand Lady but had not officially gone through the procedure in court and pinned the name of Pradipta behind their names like Firza. Even so, their loyalty need not be doubted, for them the qibla of human rule is the Great Mistress.


"Nothing, Mr. Sas. It's just that now I'm not comfortable getting Grandma's fancy car picked up."


Mr. Sas was silent, there was no reply from him. As usual they were in silence until Litha was in the courtyard of her boarding house.


"I will convey Miss Litha's complaint to the Big Lady. How will the decision of the Grand Madam I tell you later," said Mr. Sas when Litha wanted to open the car door.


"Well Mr. Sas. Thank you for driving me."


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In her dorm room, Ninda was lying on her bed. As soon as he saw Litha behind the bedroom door, he immediately glanced at the wall clock, not usually Litha came home from the Pradipta family home at this hour.


"Are you home, Tha?"


"Grandma let me rest today. She understood very well, even before I asked her, no-no-I didn't even meet Grandma today but why did she ask me to rest so well."


Litha only realized it, now she began to remember what she passed in the main house. Why can Grandma ask him to rest through Mr. Is, whereas previously he wanted to ask permission to go home early after getting out of the kitchen bathroom.


"Tha, are you okay?"


Ninda noticed Litha's face, unlike the usual Litha she knew. The indistinctness, the face that was not as bright as usual even on the part of his chin there was a faint mark that he did not know what it was, plus the blank stare of his eyes and the forced smile. Litha just nodded.


Actually Ninda was eager to ask what happened in the dean room when Litha was summoned after the public lecture ended. However, Ninda undoes her intentions, the timing is not right, let Litha fix her own feelings at this time.


"If something is stifling, you can tell me, Tha. don't keep it to yourself, there are times when we need to be heard." Ninda rubbed Litha's shoulder. He does not know what his best friend is going through, he only knows Litha is not okay.


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In the main workroom of the house after the day had just changed the night, once this large room was the workroom of the Great Lady, now it was only a place to spend time reading. In this room keeps the history from the beginning of the establishment of Pradipta corp. to the large and successful as it is now, there are four large size photos that show who the leader from time to time.


"Miss Litha was not pleased to be picked up again Madam, she felt uncomfortable with Madam's car," reported Mr. Sas after delivering Litha.


"Hhhhhhhhhhhh." The Great Madam only let out a long sigh.


"What should I do, madam?"


"Follow it away."


"She asked to take a taxi online."


"What ... why?" The Big Mistress was confused, she thought Litha was asking to be picked up with a more populist car. Mr. Sas was silent, indicating he did not know the answer.


"Sas, you find out what happened to Litha today "he said.


Yes, the Great Mistress already knows every detail of Litha's life. At first he was happy to hear everything that came out of Litha's mouth, very comforting. However, once upon a time Litha accidentally told her personal life and it made the Great Mistress very surprised and unexpected, how could she hide all her life problems behind her laughing smile.


"Good Mistress." Mr. Sas nodded, then walked out of the study.


"Sas sir, why don't I see Litha tonight, she hasn't come home yet, has she?" Firza had just arrived, as usual she wanted to join the dinner at the main house. The cuisine that Litha always made, made her always want to come to the main house, not only the cuisine but also the people.


"Miss Litha allowed the Great Lady to go home to rest early Master."


"What's wrong?"


"I don't know sir, I was just given an order to drive him home this afternoon."


Mr. Sas lowered his head, a sign that he was immediately retreating from the view of Firza which was full of question marks. A pair of eyes from upstairs noticed Firza's change in face.


The atmosphere of dinner in the dining room was awkward, even though this situation was rare, the Big Lady was accompanied by dinner by her two grandchildren simultaneously. Without Litha present, the three people exuded their respective cold auras until the servants shuddered in horror and did not dare to standby in the dining room, finally only Pak Is one took over.


"Grandma's done, there's something you want to talk about, if there isn't, Grandma wants to rest faster."


Rayyendra and Firza were both silent, not commenting.


"Have a rest, Grandma, I'll go home after I finish dinner." said Firza before her grandmother left the dining room. The Great Madam simply nodded then left.


Although in the main house Firza's room was next to Rayyendra's room upstairs, he never used to rest since his return from school abroad. It is not that he does not want or not feel at home, but he knows enough, that the real place is not in the house of the Pradipta family, even though he is legally entitled to enjoy the wealth of the Pradipta family.


Firza does not want to escalate the conflict that already exists by raising prejudices from Ray by living at home with his grandmother, because Ray chose to live in his own apartment. The Grand Mistress agreed to stay in the apartment alone on the condition that she continue to work at Pradipta Corp. accompanied Rayyendra as vice president.


"What is your relationship with the girl who accompanied Grandma?" ray asked the point after his grandmother actually went into the room.


"Do you really want to know?"


"Hahhhhh!" Ray immediately gawked away while throwing a feeding napkin roughly onto the table. Firza who saw him smiled cynically.


His hand reached into his pants pocket, grabbed his phone and opened the green application. His hand was looking for a contact named Litha Sarasvati.


Yess.. shouted Firza inwardly, typing status from Litha.


'At the kak boarding house, Grandma was allowed to go home early'


'There's something you're working on now?'


'No Brother'


'I want to take you somewhere'


'Where?'


'Surely you like it, I picked up ya, sharelock your location Lith'


'Good Kak' replied Litha after quite a long time.


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This is where Firza and Litha are now, on the edge of the river that crosses the capital and is transformed by the city government into a tourist spot for local residents. Both of them sit barefoot and the feeling of arrogance will be dirty.


"Why are you sharing it in front of the minimarket?" ask Firza curiously.


"Engggg--it-ahh .. just not comfortable, brother, if the other boarding children see hehehehehe..."


"Do I look bad in front of them?"


"No--no, Brother .. quite the opposite, too good hehehehehehehe...."


For a moment they both felt awkward. Firza is stealing the girl's eyes next to her, she seems ordinary, not so prominent but somehow Firza's heart is attracted for the first time to women.


"Hmmmm... Do you know why Grandma would let you rest?" Firza opened the conversation again. Litha hany shook her head slowly.


"Sister Firza knows?" Litha asked back. Firza followed Litha earlier, only shaking her head.


"Ahhhh... why so awkward ...." Firza.


Litha just silently glared indefinitely ahead. Bended both knees and placed both hands on the knees to support his plain face.


"You having a bad day?" firza opened the conversation.


"Little."


"A little but deep, right."


Spontaneous Litha turned her head towards Firza hearing the words of a handsome man who only wore a white shirt with his arms rolled up to his elbows, looking stunning under the dim moonlight.


"He-- uh. I've been through it a lot, Litha." Firza reconnected.


"Hmmpffhhh ...." Litha let out a long breath.


"But I have one secret to deal with, and it always works."


"What is Brother?"


Firza was barking her head up into the sky, this night was bright, many points of starlight were there.


"As long as I can still stare at the blue sky, I always feel fine and as long as I can still see the sunrise, I always have hope in the present day."


Firza spoke with foresight, looking at the falling moonlight on the surface of the water. Litha smiled, as if her spirit had returned.


"I wonder if my sister Firza's life is so sadder than mine that it makes me feel better now?"


"We can't determine the depth of water from its surface, can we?"


Litha nodded, the front hair covering part of her face, a very natural beauty in Firza's eyes.


"Litha, in life we need someone to lean on, someone we trust. If not no matter how strong you are, one day you will fall."


"Then who is Kak Firza's backrest?"


"grandmother. I had no one in this world, before Grandma came to me, for thirteen years of my life without a backrest and it was exhausting."


Again Litha smiled this time a pias smile was drawn on her face, there was a welcome in her heart. He remembered his father, his backrest.


"Truely said Brother Firza, life without a backrest is very tiring. Ayahhh .. I miss you so much, you're the one I always look for when I cry ...."


There was a fine grain in the corner of her eye, she quickly wiped it with her index finger, but Firza was able to catch her movements.


"Litha, can I be your heart's back?" firza muttered in the bottom of his heart.


Now he is firmly entangled in his own feelings, feelings he has never felt before. A love.


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