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“Lo tau sendiri Om Hardja bakal nunjuk Kak Sean sebagai penerus Dewangga. Terus kenapa lo malah diam aja disuruh deketin Jian sama Mama Papa?”
“Because they didn’t know, Ray. Mama Papa nggak tau hubungan Sean sama Om Hardja sekarang udah membaik. They still think Jian is going to be Dewangga’s heir.”
“Then why are you wasting time with Jian? This won’t benefit you at all. Om Hardja bakal jodohin lo sama Jian. Harusnya lo nikah sama penerus Dewangga, Kak!”
“They only said I had to marry one of the Dewangga’s, mereka nggak pernah bilang gue harus nikah sama penerusnya. For this, I’ll let Mama Papa decide what they want to do next, tetap mau nerusin perjodohan ini atau nggak setelah mereka tau Jian bukan penerus Dewangga—though, I’m pretty sure they’ll call it of.”
“Tapi kalo perjodohan ini dibatalin, terus lo gimana?”
“I don’t want this stupid marriage, Ray! Gue udah cukup dipaksa nurutin kemauan mereka dari kecil. Let them control my life, but not who I’m gonna marry. Gue nggak mau pernikahan gue cuma dijadiin alat bisnis mereka.”
“But, I thought you wanted to marry Kak Sean …”
“I’m not crazy enough to marry someone I see as my own little brother.”
The moment those words left her lips, Lavina reached for the door dan stepped out of the room. Her movement halted abruptly, her expression shifting into surprise when she found someone she hadn’t realized was there because the door hadn’t fully closed.
The girl wore a white dress patterned with soft purple flowers, stood frozen in place. The same shock was written across Tsabita’s face. She had been caught red-handed, eavesdropping on their conversation.
“I .. I’m sorry gue cuma lewat kok tadi,” Tsabita stammered, scrambling for an excuse.
Instead of judging her, Lavina simply offered a small smile and reached out to gently pat Tsabita’s shoulder. She leaned in and whispered something before walking away.
“He’s so lucky to have you.”
“Bertahun-tahun lalu, Dewangga dibangun bukan hanya dengan modal dan strategi, tetapi juga dengan nilai. Nilai tentang integritas, tanggung jawab, dan keyakinan bahwa keberhasilan sejati tidak diukur dari seberapa besar kita berkembang, melainkan seberapa besar dampak yang kita tinggalkan.”
The grand ballroom hosting the Dewangga Corporation anniversary had been transformed into a vision of luxury. Its high, arched ceiling was crowned with elegant, swirling chandeliers that cascaded light across the room.
Round tables stood neatly arranged, draped in heavy linen cloths and set with gleaming crystal tableware—an unmistakable reflection of host’s distinctive taste. Tall arrangements of white flowers rose gracefully from each centerpiece.
At the very center of it all stood Hardjadinata Dewangga, upright and composed, delivering his speech. Before him, the guests filled the ballroom, listening in reverent silence. As though every sentence he spoke would become part of Dewangga’s living history.
Tsabita was no exception.
She sat stiffly in her seat, unease coiled tightly in her chest. Her thoughts churned, crowded with worries she couldn’t quiet. There were still so many things she couldn’t fully grasp. Her worry had begun long before she ever set foot in Bali.
Everything grew more complicated after she met the Wibisonos. The fear of losing Sean slowly consumed her, tightening its grip with every passing moment. And then there was the conversation between Lavina and Ray she had overheard—that she couldn’t tell whether it was good news or bad.
Because if Sean truly became the heir, what would Jian do then?
“Terima kasih ya, Mbak Tsabita.”
The voice shattered Tsabita’s thoughts. She turned at once, loosening her grip on the side of her dress. Standing beside her was Pak Edi, his gaze fixed forward, pride glimmering in his eyes.
Tsabita frowned, confused by his sudden gratitude.
“Terima kasih Mbak sudah bawa pulang Mas Sean. Selama saya kerja di sini, saya belum pernah lihat Mas Sean tersenyum ke Bapak.”
The words struck her gently, yet firmly. Tsabita looked back toward the stage.
Ah, right.
Sean was smiling up there, looking at his father with unmistakable pride. His eyes brimmed with longing and affection so profound it made her chest ache.
For a moment, Sean looked like a little boy again—one who had never strayed far from his father’s side. Just as Hardjadinata had once told Tsabita.
“Malam ini saya juga ingin menyampaikan dua kabar gembira dari Dewangga. Namun, sebelumnya izinkan saya berbicara sejenak sebagai seorang ayah.” A low ripple of whispers spread among the guests as the two Dewangga sons step into place.
“Putra pertama saya, Jianaksa, adalah pribadi yang memiliki kedewasaan dan tanggung jawab. Jianaksa memahami arti komitmen dan bekerja dengan keteguhan yang jarang saya temui.”
“Lalu, putra kedua saya, Sean, tumbuh dengan keberanian dan tanggung jawab terhadap pilihan yang ia tentukan sendiri, yang justru menjadi alasan terbesar kebanggaan saya malam ini.”
Sean smiled again as Hardjadinata’s gaze fell on him, his father’s arm wrapping around him in a warm, affirming gesture.
Tsabita felt her heart warm alongside them. This was the happiness Sean should have had from the very beginning. This was the smile he deserved long ago.
“Kabar gembira pertama yang ingin saya sampaikan adalah mengenai terjalinnya ikatan antara keluarga Dewangga dan Wibisono. Perjodohan ini merupakan bentuk kepercayaan dan kesinambungan nilai antara dua keluarga besar yang telah lama berjalan. Dengan penuh rasa hormat, saya mengumumkan perjodohan Jianaksa dan Lavina.”
Tsabita swore her heart nearly leapt out of her chest. If she had forgotten where she was, she might have stood up and screamed, releasing the chaos that had been suffocating her thoughts all night.
Sean’s gaze found her in the crowd—caught the wide smile she couldn’t hold back. It made him chuckle softly, lowering his head. Their shared relief felt almost unreal. Sean was free.
“Kabar kedua adalah mengenai keberlanjutan kepemimpinan Dewangga. Setelah melalui pertimbangan yang matang, malam ini saya mengumumkan putra saya, Sean, sebagai penerus Dewangga Corporation.”
The words landed like a bomb dropped straight onto the hall.
“Saya percaya, Sean memiliki kapasitas untuk membawa perusahaan ini melangkah ke masa depan tanpa kehilangan jati dirinya.”
Sean, the next heir of Dewangga.
The smile faded from Sean’s lips. The light that had briefly filled his eyes slowly dimmed, until nothing remained. The warmth in his chest drained away without a trace. He stared at his father in disbelief, questions flooding his mind.
Why me? Why is this happening again?
Sean clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white. Anger surged through him—sharp, bitter, unfair. Anger at being chosen without consent. Anger at being placed, once again, at the center of a wound he never asked to reopen. Anger at knowing, deep down, that this choice would cost him his brother.
Jian was staring back at him, eyes sharp with disappointment. Amid the thunderous applause celebrating the announcement, Jian turned away in silence. And suddenly, the memory of their childhood replayed itself—of the first time Jian had walked away, leaving Sean alone behind him with guilt.
Once again, Jian left him. Once again, Jian built a wall between them. Once again, Jian looked at him with nothing but pain.
Sean took a step forward, wanting to chase after his brother. But unfamiliar faces closed in around him, trapping him in place. They pulled him farther away from Jian’s retreating figure, which slowly disappeared into the darkness.
In the end, Sean always ended up hurting his brother.
“Mas! Mas Jian!”
Sean grabbed Jian’s arm as he walked straight ahead. “Mas mau ke mana? Kita ngomong dulu sama Papah. Biar Sean yang bujuk Papah.” Sean held him back, refusing to let him take another step.
Jian’s anger finally snapped. He shoved Sean’s hand away, hard enough to sting. He was exhausted, sick of it all.
Years of obedience, years of loyalty, years of behaving like a well-trained dog for Dewangga, only to be rewarded with disappointment. Only to relive the past. Only to watch Sean, once again, receive everything that Jian want.
Jian’s eyes burned with restrained fury. His jaw tightened as he straightened his suit, hands trembling from the effort it took to stay composed. Then, he bowed politely.
“Selamat, Sean. Akhirnya Dewangga memang jatuh ke tangan kamu.”
Sean shook his head, his voice breaking as tears threatened to spill. “Nggak, Mas! Bukan aku yang mau! Sean nggak mau!”
Jian let out a crooked smile, muttering curse under his breath. Then his smile vanished as quickly as it appeared.
“You know what the worst part is, Sean?” Jian said slowly. “It’s not that you take things from me. It’s that you don’t even have to ask for them!”
Sean stepped closer, panic rising in his chest. “Mas, please. Listen to me—”
“I’ve listened my whole life!” Jian cut him off instantly. “I listened when everyone said I would never truly be part of Dewangga no matter how hard I tried. Saya selalu mendengarkan, menuruti semua kemauan Papah kamu. I built this place with him. I stayed! I sacrificed! I gave my whole life because I believed that someday it would meant something!”
Jian laughed. Short, bitter, and hollow. “But now? Dia kasih kamu semuanya!”
“That’s not what I wanted, Mas,” Sean said desperately. “I never asked for this. I don’t want Dewangga!”
“Stop saying that! Do you have any idea how insulting that sounds?” Jian stepped forward, close enough that Sean could see his clenched fists. “You don’t want it. You never do. And yet it always ends up in your hands.”
Sean shook his head again, eyes glassy. “I never meant to hurt you.”
“That’s the problem,” Jian shot back. “You hurt me without even trying. You always hurt me.”
Jian straightened his suit once more, forcing composure where there was none. “Enjoy your crown, Sean Carleo Dewangga.”
Then, without another word, Jian turned and walked away.
Sean stood frozen, the echo of Jian’s words ringing louder than the applause inside the ballroom.