When My Wife Surrender

Chocolate Piece

In the end the young lady who had just lost both her parents, smiled. Or rather pretend to smile, these people feel foreign and different. However, treating him well, still missed his father and mother. Sometimes his heart ached remembering the memories of his parents in every corner of the house.

Chrysanthemums try hard to look smiling, so as not to be left alone. "Eat a lot." said Morena (wife Santoso) put meat and vegetables into his plate.

The little girl nodded trying to eat, the two children sitting next to her glanced at Willy who was now 9 years old two years older than her and Sarah who was the same age as her.

Santoso's family suddenly moved into his house which had no relatives. Actually, there is an aunt who works as a painter, living freely moved from one country to another. But even the information he is currently in is difficult to trace, almost 2 years went around the world without news.

Even the death of her sister who was the father of Chrysanthemum may not have been known to her aunt.

With the presence of the family of the late secretary of his father Chrysanthemum hopes his life will not be too lonely anymore. But then again, a child who does not want to live a lonely life will sacrifice everything.

"Mother, I want to play in the Chrysanthemum room," the words that came out of Sarah's mouth pulled her fingers after finishing their dinner.

The thing that happened there? The boy, who lived in his house for a week, opened his closet. Princess-style expensive clothes neatly lined up, "I don't have anything like this, is this okay for me?" her door.

Chrysanthemum nodded, at least he had a brother at the moment who loved him. That was enough to erase his sepulchre.

But should the child who hitchhikes live, take half his closet? All are the dresses her mother gave her. The boy who said he wanted to play, but left shamelessly from his room.

Her tears flowed, her mother's memories were in every outfit. Mother who combed her hair, matching the color of bando, shoes and even socks with her dress. Kiss her forehead every morning before her mom and dad go to work.

But wanting love requires sacrifice, right? The sacrifice made him worse. Not wanting the Santoso family to leave him in the big house alone, just for being a child with bad behavior. One word he did 'Obediently,'

For a month, Santoso bought her a large teddy bear, smiling at her. "Uncle will take care of you to adulthood. Being your guardian, this Chrysanthemum can already be signed, right? From now on uncle is your relative. Will keep the company owned by your late father," he said thrusting a map and ballpoint pen.

Chrysanthemums were already able to read at that time, only the contents were not understood by him who was 7 years old. The contents of the power of attorney as his guardian can manage all the wealth owned by his late father.

Santoso smiled at that moment, stroking his hair. Although there is something strange in Santoso's mind, only the company and the house they currently occupy are owned by his late employer. Does the late Zoya (chrysanthemum father) have no other assets? I don't know, but this letter is in his hands. Maybe if there are other assets, only useless assets.

Santoso did not realize, only 15% of Zoya's wealth was visible in his eyes. The rest? A branch of a hotel located in several countries, villas, restaurants. Everything is managed by a foundation with a 50% profit agreement of its mobile assets, will belong to a foundation based abroad, a foundation engaged in charity. The remaining 50% of the profits will go to his daughter's bank account which is also based in another country. Because in the past Zoya himself felt overwhelmed managing his assets, wanted to spend more time with his wife and children.

Choosing to live as a middle-class entrepreneur is like saving for the future of his daughter and granddaughter. The higher-value property of the company, known only to notaries, banks and foundations that manage temporarily, will be returned to Chrysanthemum upon marriage.

6 Months passed, everyone's nature began to show...

Santoso did not care about her anymore, the items in the room had been taken to Sarah's room without asking her permission. Even large beds that have thin curtains do not go unnoticed as well. Replace with a cheap sponge bed. The large mirror-equipped closet also belonged to Sara.

His reason? Chrysanthemums don't have much clothing anymore. Not having much clothes? Of course all the dolls and her clothes have been brought Sarah.

Until he began trying to wear a red and white uniform alone, combing his hair also alone, trying as neat as possible even though it is still a little messy.

Sarah never again went into her room, nor did Morena ever again take her side dishes or help comb her hair. Even deliberately only make four pieces of fried chicken every night.

Plaque...

His little hand that was about to grab the fried chicken was smashed, "This is for Santoso who has been trying hard to keep your father's company!" said Morena, staring at him cynically.

Chrysanthemums shed their tears, clenched their hands. His late mother even tried hard to bribe him to be willing to eat. What can an 8 year old do? The answer is no, ask who? The servants' salaries are all paid by Santoso despite his father's money. There is no friendly servant or consider her a young lady anymore.

Until the evening before, the sound of crickets was heard, Chrysanthemum woke up thirsty began to walk towards the first floor. But his steps stopped when he heard his name called from the door of Morena's room that was slightly open.

Morena's bedroom door? It was the room of her late parents.

"When did you send him to the orphanage?" tanyakanya.

"Quickly, patience! I've almost managed to drain the entire company's funds into debt. After the company is declared bankrupt, this house will be confiscated. We can be free of that child. The proceeds take funds from Zoya's Cargo company we can use to set up a new company and buy a new house..." Santoso smiled, putting on a white gold necklace he found in Wanda's closet (the Chrysanthemum mother).

The chrysanthemum clenched its hands, its tears flowing shutting its own mouth. The kid wasn't stupid enough to get angry and take it all apart. Perhaps he will be persecuted, or driven out without anything, a child who has no adults to shelter.

Wait out? Maybe life in an orphanage would be better than living in a house filled with people wearing masks.

And sure enough, a few months later the company was declared bankrupt. Santoso hugged him tightly, "Sorry uncle tried, but your father's company couldn't be saved. We are also in a difficult economic situation. So..."

"I'm going to live in an orphanage..." The chrysanthemum interrupted his words, expressionless.

"Uncle will take you to the orphanage with adequate facilities," he said pretending to be pity.

Until finally Santoso walked towards the second floor, as if impatiently packing Chrysanthemum belongings.

Meanwhile Sarah stared cynically at him, then smiled, "From now on I'm the one who becomes a princess. All yours is mine,"

Willy sighed, walked over to him, "Next time don't be so stupid," said the handsome boy who had always been first rank in his school, smiling.

Two children who do not pity or feel lost. Even Morena was busy moving furniture belonging to the late Chrysanthemum parents considering that the house would be confiscated due to company debts.

Company debts? Broken to? Nonsense, all have fallen into the account of a Santoso. Make it as if the Chrysanthemum legacy of the company and the house has been exhausted.

The boy was taken to an orphanage. Until in the middle of the road Chrysanthemum asked to stop, just to buy chocolate.

The rain flushed, welcoming his departure from a house filled with reassuring memories, while longing for his parents. A house full of people pretending to love her.

The boy came to the orphanage with a smile. The rain that erases the past and its pain. Hope to get a new family there.

Just with a chocolate bar. The most handsome boy in the orphanage will be his family. Like his words to the late mother, marrying a handsome and smart man. Remembering himself who is not smart.

The chocolate was half chewed, clenching his forehead. His eyes could not be separated from the handsome child with blank eyes, when people from the orphanage introduced Chrysanthemum to other children.

Chrysanthemum smiled, walked over to him... He will be my family.he murmured in a heart full of confidence, when he forced the child to eat the chocolate he gave. Occupy his body, still force him to eat.

Until the caretaker stopped Chrysanthemum. The little girl who left left the beautiful-looking boy alone. The child who secretly ate half a chocolate gift of Chrysanthemum that fell on his bed.

The first meeting of a Rain with a Chrysanthemum...

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