Facade Love: Marrying A Perfect Husband

About 17 years ago, when Harry was 11 years old. He who had just returned from his school activities, found a big commotion going on in his big family's home. Sofia's residence, where her three sons are still living, completed with their little family.

At that time Harry didn't really know what kind of commotion was going on. But Uncle Muliawan's angry voice startled him. Pushed him to stop and had to peek to find out what was going on.

Harry then peeked through the gap. Trying to hide and listen. He studied one by one the faces of his family members involved.

Grandmother, his parents, Uncle Daniawan, and Uncle Muliawan. Neither of them looked pleased and even precisely to be tensed.

Harry continued to ignore his nanny's urges to go up and not eavesdrop.

Muliawan's vocal cords never lowered their octave power.

"I already said that I didn't like the percentage? Why should I get a much smaller share than a big brother? Aren't we only a year apart in age?"

Muliawan kept asking his mother to treat him the same regarding the rights to the shares he should have in Theodore's company.

Sofia looked at him wearily.

"How long are you going to keep arguing about this? Isn't a 15 percent stake already too big for you? After all, didn't you very rarely take over the job at the company? But now without going to work, will you just ask for your share?" complained Sofia with a million feelings not understanding why her second son had to fight over something that was already right.

The company's stock he gave was bigger than it should be. Then now, what is her son concerned about? Want to be compared to his brother who has worked almost 24 hours for the company?

Since when did he actually become a person who could not know his position?

Little Harry watched the little commotion with his round eyes that were calm without being surprised.

As usual. The struggle for power and money. Often occurs among the bourgeoisie and high-class businessmen. Wealth and throne have always been the most complicated issues to be fought for by one party or all related parties.

And no matter how many times his nanny persuaded him to go and clean up himself. Harry remained in his position to listen to the conversation in the living room.

"Young Master, let's go up. And don't make Young Master's grandma angry because Young Master hasn't changed clothes after going outside!"

Harry brushed the hand away gently.

"Auntie, calm down. I just wanted to listen for a bit and find out how far Uncle Mul would stride."

Harry's whisper did not calm the nanny. Instead, she broke into a cold sweat and started to get scared when she heard the voices of the masters.

Gunawan became the first person to persuade. Maybe because he now has to act as the head of the family between two families, namely his small family and his extended family after his late father died.

"Please don't complicate things, Mul!" said Gunawan trying to lighten the mood. But Muliawan actually rebuked him.

"Complicate things? I? Wasn't it the mother who had made me constantly dissatisfied and treat as favorite her majestic first son?"

"Muliawa!" Gunawan warned.

"Why? Did I misspeak? I'm sure I didn't say anything wrong. Because this is how it really is. My brother always exists above me. Even though I'm more genius when compared to my brother. And mother always puts my brother's interests above all else!"

Gunawan wrestled fiercely in his heart. He wanted to hit his brother. But he realized that a hard blow would only make Muliawan even more rebellious.

Daniawan, Sofia's youngest son, looks worried and tired.

"Come on, bro! What are you really doing? Should we fuss over this minor matter now and make everyone's head throb?"

Muliawan threw sharp eyes at his young brother.

"And that goes for you too! How could she possibly give my stock the same value as yours? Is she trying to insult me? Does she want to show how much she hates me? And want me to lift my feet out of this house of my own accord?!"

Sofia couldn't help but be furious.

"What else are you arguing about? After you do not receive the value of your shares which are below your first brother's. Now you also want to make things difficult for your young brother?"

"None of this would have happened if mom had been fair."

Sofia laughed mockingly.

"Fair? What do you mean by fair? Am I still unfair even though I've calculated everything? And have given even the greatest generosity to you who are almost never willing to help or get involved?"

"I want a higher grade." Shameless and didn't aware of his mistakes, Muliawan persisted in his greatest desire to earn more than he currently has.

"I won't listen to you. So now it's useless for you to argue about this over a hundred times. So, don't make a meaningless fuss!"

Muliawan still faces his mother's assertiveness with a mindset that didn't like to give in.

"You always made me last in line as a son you should care for."

"Mulia!!"

Sofia was at a loss for words.

Then she realized that he had made a big mistake in naming her second son. The name 'Muliawan' from the word 'Mulia', as glorious or noble. In their mother tongue, they mean a high rank and can even be at the very top. So that when she gave that name, Sofia hoped her son could be glorified by many people and have noble qualities.

But is the name just a display? And only the bad essence of his meaning name that Muliawan absorbed in his mind?

Sofia was furious.

Since childhood, Muliawan has always had a rebellious spirit. That's why Sofia always gave him extra attention and reprimand. Who wouldn't be upset if their son continued to stir up trouble and make things worse with all the bad emotions and thoughts that he never managed to control?

Muliawan already replied with a defiant look.

"Why? Did I misspoke again?" she exclaimed and did not want to be blamed, "You obviously knows better than anyone that I wasn't making this up. Mom really never appreciated me all this time. So, is what I said wrong?"

Sofia didn't flinch. It wasn't because she wanted to justify Muliawan's words. But she knew it's useless to defend herself because in Muliawan's eyes her attitude was always wrong.

Muliawan was increasingly filled with sadness and disappointment.

"Though, because of him. I lost someone important in my life! Because of him too. I can't be with her anymore! Now you want me to be patient, even when I don't have a strong enough position in the company?"

He only demands what he deserves and what his mother promises. However, why did things turn around as if to corner him? Like he was the root of the problem and never liked peace?

Gunawan did not understand what Muliawan wanted to convey.

"What do you mean exactly?" asked Gunawan displeased.

Muliawan ignored him and continued to stare at his mother.