Prejacently
1. He Is Praja Ragarndra

The man in black clothes with pants that were in harmony with the color of his suit seemed to be silent staring in disbelief at the figure of the authoritative old man who was now sitting in front of him. 

He is Praja Ragarndra, a handsome man who is a famous businessman in Jakarta. His name as a successful businessman at the age of 27 is very famous to abroad. Who does not know Praja? The cold, grumpy, yet reserved and very resolute man was highly respected by the people around him.

His never-nonsense way of speaking almost made him never talk much to the people around him. 

Maybe of the many quiet men only the handsome man who deserves to be crowned as an ice-cold man.

Just imagine, at the age of 27 years, he had never been in a relationship with a girl. A man who is rich, handsome and has everything has certainly been the target of the girls, but unfortunately no one is able to make a heart as hard as the stone is melted.

Cuek, well it is one of his most prominent traits in a Praja.

The two eyes of Praja were wide with a look on her face that was very distrustful of what her Opanya had said.

"You agree, don't you?" asked Sumbawa with her hopeful face.

"What is serious?" tanya Praja remained with her cold attitude, even Sumbawa who was her Opanya was nervous when dealing with her grandson.

"Well." yeah." Sumbawa nodded confidently.

"How can Opah not be serious when talking to you, son."

Praja breathed a heavy breath and then rose from her black chair and stepped towards the translucent glass wall of her private room building while looking at the beautiful view of the building that was plastered out there.

"Opah hope you want to do it" said Sumbawa with a tone of voice made as carefully as possible.

Sumbawa did not want to see the man with the height of 181 and the ideal body was angry with him.

"But why should I?" asked Praja after she had been quiet for quite a while.

"You're Opah's only grandchild, the only one."

Praja turned to look at Opanya who seemed shocked in shock after meeting the glare of Praja's sharp eyes. Praja stepped her legs slowly making Sumbawa swallow saliva. Somehow he felt afraid of his own grandson who was still approaching him.

Sumbawa chose to look down to divert Praja's eyes.

"It's Opah's fault, then why should I get the risk?"

"King, I know this is Opah's fault but, well you're only Opah's grandson. Opah wishes you well as Opah's dear granddaughter."

"Why did I hit that guy and then why did I have to marry a girl I'd never seen before?"

"Well, Opah tau, Praja. Therefore Opa will invite you to go to meet the child that I have hit his father to die." 

"Opah is hoping for a lot with you."

"Because of Opah's fault, the girl now has no father and she now only lives with her stepmother."

"Opah knows, Praja, this is not fair to you but it is also unfair to the boy who Opah hit his father so that he can not feel the affection of his father," explained Sumbawa.

Both of Praja's eyes bowed after he had been staring at a family painting in a brown wooden frame. A painting showing 3 family members. The authoritative man with a thin mustache, in a gray suit appears to join hands with a beautiful woman and a boy in a gray suit aligned with the man's suit.

"He only lost his father but I lost both in the accident."

Praja turned to look at Opanya who was now nodding her head slowly then got up from the chair and stepped closer to her grandson.  

"Do I know Praja, this is Opah's fault but can you help Opah in covering up Opah's fault?"

"I beg Praja."

"You don't have to be with him if you want to and you're free to remarry or not to publish it to the crowd if he's your wife, the girl you've married" Sumbawa said.

Praja fell silent, staring at her now smiling Opanya expectantly. Should he accept a request for his opinion that never occurred from his brain at all. Praja is aware that Opanya has never asked him for anything but whether this request should he follow

"King," call Sumbawa to make Praja turn.

"Opah please be with you" said Sumbawa.

"You want to, right?"

Praja turned her body against Sumbawa and stepped back towards the translucent glass. I don't think there's any other choice this time. Praja knows his opponent is very old and he cannot possibly make his opponent live with guilt.

"King, how?"

"I agree" said Praja coldly making Sumbawa smile.

"Are you serious?"

"When is the wedding date?"

Sumbawa stepped closer to her grandson as if so distrustful if the sentence was tested by Praja.

"Maybe we should meet the girl" said Sumbawa.

"When?"

"Tomorrow, he lives in a remote village and it might take two days to get there."

Praja nodded slowly fixed with the look of her eyes staring at the scene of the building. 

"Go! I want to be alone!" praja.

Sumbawa nodded then stepped out of Praja's private room after giving a warm pat on Praja's shoulders. This time Sumbawa is very happy to be the speech of her granddaughter.

Well, Praja did not say if he accepted this matchmaking sincerely but Sumbawa was sure after this Praja would think well.

The sound of the closed door was heard and it indicated that Sumbawa had come out of his room.

At this moment the atmosphere became silent, there was only the sound of a clockwork ticking that moved indicating the time. Praja took a deep breath and smiled. He closed his eyes feeling every caress of air filling both cavities of his lungs.

Not long after Praja opened his eyes to look at the city buildings and the crowd below. Praja raised the corner of her lips and said,

"I'm ready."

"Whoever the girl whom Opah has arranged for me will never be happy."

"I'll make that girl regret having met me."

"I promise you that after the wedding the girl won't give you room to smile."

"He will suffer and make himself go away from home then I will be free from the ropes of marriage."

Praja put on sunglasses after grabbing the object from the black suit she was wearing and then turned her back to the building blocked by the window guardrail.