
A man had just exited the airport, heading for the car that had picked him up. A tall, white man with a firm jaw, so awesome for the women who see it. With the black glasses cringing on his nose, he stepped over confidently.
He is Arga Pratama, the only son of Surya Pratama. Pratama Heir Group. The cold man himself is Arga. For Arga's parents, his son is a difficult child to manage. Everything that is done according to his own wishes without caring around.
"Morning, young master," said Mr. Rudi, the driver of the Pratama family, as he opened the car door for Arga.
"By the morning, sir." Arga entered his car.
After Arga entered, the driver immediately turned to the steering chair, driving his car towards the Pratama residence. Through the toll road, the journey becomes faster. And arrived at the car in front of the Pratama residence. The mother, who had been waiting for her son, had welcomed her beloved son at the door.
"Arga .. dear mother's child." Mary hugged her son. He gave up longing for his only son.
"Mother, I'm a big girl why are you hugging me?" Arga sulked as her mother hugged her like a child.
"For the mother, the mother is still a bad child." Marya chuckles to hear the rakhina from Arga.
"Well, let's go get some rest first, you must be so tired." Marya asked her son to come into the house.
Arga obeyed his mother, went into the house. He immediately stepped up his legs, climbed the stairs and headed for his room. He opened the door of his room, after turning the key to his room. In his heart, his room had not changed anything, remaining the same as the moment he left.
Arga immediately passed to the bathroom, cleaning his body. He enjoys splashing water through the shower running down his body. I feel tired as a result of a long trip that disappears immediately.
After cleaning up, he put his body on the bed. It feels like the jet leg due to London travel to Indonesia, making himself need to rest. Finally Arga closed his eyes.
**
The Pratama family had dinner together. After a long time Arga did not return home, today they can enjoy the moment to eat together again.
Arga was so comfortable abroad, that he made himself rarely visit his parents. And when his parents miss, they will meet their children.
After enough rest, Arga came out of the room, and approached his parents who were waiting for him at the dinner table.
"Night, Father, Mother" said Arga, kissing her mother.
"Boye night, sit here! Mother has cooked your favorite food." Marya was so happy her son was home. He was busy cooking for his son.
"After eating I want to talk to you, Ar." Surya looked at Arga.
Arga could already guess what her father was asking her to talk to. Especially if it is not about marriage, which will be held in two days, Inner Arga.
"Yes." Yeah." Arga only briefly answered his father's words, and continued eating.
After dinner. They were all sitting in the living room, enjoying coffee.
"Ar, your wedding will be held in two days, so I hope you get ready. " Surya started the conversation in the living room, and immediately said without making small talk first.
"After marriage, I want you to help me take care of the company. You know I'm old, it's time you took over." Surya continued his words.
"Father you've learned a lot there with Uncle Erik. So you can develop the company, with the capabilities that you already have," Surya continued.
Surya who sent his son to college in London also entrusted Arga to his sister. Surya wants Arga to study business there on the sidelines of his college, and all done by Arga until he graduated college.
"All right, Dad."
"Son, tomorrow you pick up your future wife. Take him to find your wedding ring." Marya stroked her son's back.
"Well Bun, tomorrow I'm going to pick up my future wife, now I want to rest." Arga chose to end the conversation with his father and his mother. He knew, it would be long if Arga was still in the living room. Arga stood up to walk towards the room.
Slumping down on the bed while looking at the ceiling of the room, he thought of all his decisions. "It is my decision to accept this marriage right" Arga murmured.
Arga recalled how his last meeting with the woman who became his lover was.
"Take all the facilities I've given except her apartment, let her stay until she graduates from college" Arga orders her assistant.
As Arga was talking to his Assistant. A woman came into Arga's room.
"Sorry sir, this Miss is forcing her way in" Arga's secretary explained.
Arga who heard the explanation from his secretary, finally ordered his assistant and secretary to come out.
"Ar, give me a chance to explain" the woman asked in front of Arga.
Arga just stared coldly at the woman before him. "I don't need any explanation. It's all clear, isn't it?"
"Ar, I really love you, yesterday I was just hit by persuasion alone," said the woman crying, she knew Arga would never have the heart to see her cry.
Arga who saw the woman before him, knew that it was just a charade. "It's gone before I'm really angry, you know me don't you?" Arga said a little snapping.
The woman really already knew very well, what it was like when Arga was angry. Her tears really did not make Arga melt. He finally chose to give up for a while. Wait until Arga's anger subsides. He left the room of Arga. But he had not yet opened the door, his steps halted, as Arga called out to him.
"Wait," call Arga.
"You can still use that apartment until you graduate from college." Arga spoke without seeing the woman at all
The woman opened and went away from Arga's room.
"Acchh .... " Arga was upset when she remembered everything. Remembering the woman he's been with for a year.
And now she's choosing to marry another woman.
In addition to fulfilling the wishes of his parents who always urged him. Arga's goal is to get married, to avoid her ex-boyfriend. Arga knew very well, if he still chose to stay in London, the woman would not stop bothering him.
But back in Indonesia, Arga knew the consequences that must be faced.i.e., marriage with the children of his parents' friends and take care of the company, and that was chosen by Arga.