Chapter 9：Andrew (1) (1/2)
”Who is that?” asked someone whispering to his friend when I passed in front of them
”You don't know? He is General Bagas only grandson.” replied the other person but I can still hear them.
”Wow, it's a shame he is still small, if only he grows up a little bit, maybe I'll be close to him.”
”You are crazy. Let's go back to the dormitory, I'm tired after heavy training.”
I am Andrew Bagas, the only grandson of the General of the Indonesian Army. I sometimes stopped by the Army headquarters to just play or meet the old man who held a high position there.
Being the only grandson, of course I am always spoiled by my family, starting from elementary, junior high and high school my life is always more than enough, not to mention that my father who is the Inspector General of Police makes our ”in uniform” family often looked up to be respected by the families of other.
Apart from money, of course I was surrounded by many women, even my first experience was in the second grade of junior high school.
Of course it was the woman who came to me to offer to share a bed and as a passionate 17 year old boy, I immediately agreed to their invitation.
Starting from models, new actresses, new singers and even flight attendants have been involved in sharing bed with me. I just need to accompany them shopping or buy branded goods in return, if something is good, sometimes we meet a few times so many assume that we are involved in a relationship.
Never mind dating, even love I don't believe it really exists. I'm willing to bet that the late grandmother who married grandfather, and mother who married father, was because they were both in uniform.
So basically, true love doesn't really exist!
”After graduating from high school, you will enter the Military Academy!” said the old man one day who suddenly asked for a family meeting at the dining table. Ah yes, our family still holds the tradition of eating together at the dinner table.
”No, I don't want to!” I said which immediately denied it loudly.
From childhood to elementary school, I, who always played at the old grandfather's place, certainly knew how hard the training was carried out by army members. I've been doing gym a lot lately, but that doesn't mean I like to do hard training like that!
”Andrew! Be polite to grandfather,” admonished mother and warned me. I just snorted.
”Then you just want to have fun like this, huh?!” snapped the old man throwing some photos. After seeing it, it turned out that it was my photos with a woman in a club. With so many different women!
”Andrew!” now it was my father's turn to yell at me when he saw the photos.
”How do you take care of the child?!” said my father to my mother
”He's all grown up! Why are you blaming me?! I also work and often accompany you to parties that I never liked!” my mother replied not to be blamed. Ah, I forgot to say that my mother is a gynecologist at a well-known hospital.
”Enough! Why are you the one fighting! ” snapped the old man.
”Anyway, after graduating you have to enter the Military Academy!” said the old man like a judge who had decided his final decision.
”I do not want to! Grandfather has no right to control my future!”
”Of course I have the right to control your future, young man! The money you spend on fun comes from me!”
”Then you just enter the Police Academy,” said my father suggesting when he saw the old man who seemed really angry. Of course I immediately rejected it outright!
It is possible that training at the Police Academy will not be as heavy as training at the Military Academy, but considering that the police were first deployed when there was a riot or a terrorist issue, it made the feeling of wanting to become a police officer not stonks!
”No! I do not want to! I don't want to be in the army or police!”
”Then what do you want to be?! Hah?! Want to be trash that can only waste money and mutually change women?! Is that what you want?!” snapped the old man, pounding the table. It seemed that this time he was really furious. Maybe because I was the only successor that he was really disappointed in me.
”G ... er,” I said softly because I was intimidated by the old man, no wonder he is a General.
”What?! Speak out loud!”
”Game designer!” I said loudly. But the old man and my father didn't seem to really know what I meant.
”People who make video games, do you really want to have a career in that field?” asked my mother. As expected from a mother who is always up to date.
I nodded reassuringly, I even already know where to take the major and where to study,” I said proudly.
”Which college do you want to study?” asked the old man, but his tone was not as loud as before.