The Mission of the Lost Heir

3. The Sad Facts of Life

Just to ask Brian, he had to get hit first before he could get an answer.

                                               

The short, stocky man laughed, the sound bouncing around the small, messy room. It's nighttime, how could that man laugh like that?

“Are you asking or are you stupid, huh? Look at this!" The man held up a piece of paper right in front of Brian's face. "This is proof that you are the guarantor for the money borrowed," he said.

"Loan? Debt? What do you mean? "I don't understand at all," admitted Brian.

"Do not understand? Here's the proof. You are Dion Wirana's guarantor. "Without further ado, you'd better pay within three days or I'll have you surgically removed to remove your precious internal organs." The man moved his finger from Brian's chest down, pretending to dissect his stomach.

Brian was silent.

The man who acted like a boss motioned to his subordinates to leave.

"I've never made any agreements, or even borrowed money from you guys," said Brian, stopping the short man in his tracks. "How could I have to pay?" Brian took a breath, his stomach ached. "Isn't it Dion who should be paying, not me? ” Brian objected as soon as the man was in the doorway.

It was clear Brian didn't accept what happened. Why should he be a guarantor?

“I don't want to repeat myself. The agreement has been signed. You have to pay within three days.”

“How much should I pay?”

The man raised his hand up, spreading his five fingers.

“Five….”

"Stupid. Five thousand dollars! You have to prepare it at once. Let's go." The men moved away from Brian.

"Wait. How do I….” But it's useless. They had left leaving him alone in confusion.

what just happened? How does he become a guarantor?

His fingers clenched into fists, veins appeared on his hands, his jaw tightened, anger peaked as his mind formed an understanding. Dion is his younger brother, the son of his uncle who looked after him from childhood since his mother died. The man loved to be fashionable, spent his time in clubs, who knows what he was doing there and had to go into debt with loan sharks who came to him to collect money, of which Brian didn't even take a cent.

Brian grabbed his cell phone to call Dion and confront him for making him deal with loan sharks who even hurt him for no reason. It's really outrageous. Doesn't his younger brother know that his life is not as good as he imagined? Crashing and getting lower.

“Hey Dion, how could you do this to me, huh?” Brian immediately rebuked.

"Brother Brian, Dad was injured and is in the hospital." Instead of getting self-defense or what Dion often said so that he was innocent, Brian seemed to have been struck by lightning in broad daylight.

"What do you mean? Why did uncle get hurt?" Brian asked, suddenly his mind went blank, there was only one image, his uncle.

"My father was working in a construction area and fell, his hand had to be operated on, and he also broke his leg when he fell from the third floor of the building. What should I do Brother Brian? Dad… my poor Dad.” Dion grimaced, crying over the phone while Brian tried to digest once again.

This must be a lie. In order to avoid his wrath, Dion used his father to hide. However, how could Dion be so brave as to say that his uncle was injured? An uncle who has become Brian's father and mother.

“H-what now?” Brian asked haltingly, he was shaken enough to not be able to say anything. Bad thoughts came into his head.

“The wound was quite serious and required surgery. But …."

"But what?" Brian demanded.

"They said they had to make payment first before the operation would be carried out."

Once again Brian seemed to have been struck by lightning. Money, money, and money to be spent.

"Brother Brian, what should we do? Dad… what if Dad….”

"Stop your nonsense or shut up. Don't ever say anything damn," he interrupted, rebuking.

"So, what should I do?"

Brian was silent, closing his eyes.

“I will work on it. Take care Uncle, I will look for it even if it's just the initial payment. Keep us posted on his condition. I'm going to find the damn money,” he said and hung up before Dion said anything else.

As soon as he hung up the connection he immediately grabbed his battered leather jacket and left the house to look for money for his beloved uncle's medical expenses. Brian doesn't know what will happen to him if the uncle who is his home is gone. He may have become homeless on the street or worse homeless.

As best he can, with all his existing limitations, Brian tries to overcome his fate as a poor and lowly man in the eyes of many people, especially his friends on campus.

The night was getting late, but that didn't make people come to this place, instead it got busier as time went by. The music was booming, chests were pounding, people were dancing on the dance floor following the music from the DJ on stage.

Brian passed through a crowd of people dancing, he headed somewhere and met someone who he hoped could help him even just a little.

"You're here, Brian," said a man when Brian entered the nightclub owner's room.

Brian just nodded slightly. The guy left his girl on the sofa, they were playing when Brian came in.

“So how much do you need?” the man asked matter-of-factly, as if he wanted Brian to leave immediately and continue his hot game with the girl.

Previously, Brian called the man who owned the nightclub when he was about to come and asked for payment for the part-time work he had done this month.

"I don't know for sure, but I need it to pay for Uncle's surgery costs," he said.

The club owner nodded then walked to his desk and opened the drawer to take out the money and gave it to Brian.

"This is your part time salary, Bri. But unfortunately I can only give you this, and tomorrow you don't have to come part time again and so on," said the man who was only three years older than Brian.

"What do you mean. Why?"

The man grimaced for a moment then put his arm around Brian and whispered.

“We don't need any more part-time workers, Brian. So, that's the reason. Sorry, I can't help you anymore," he said.

Brin's forehead furrowed when he heard the man's words. Even though everything was fine a few days ago, now, it felt like something was wrong. Did something happen? If only the room was bright, Brian might have been able to see the condescending look from the nightclub owner.

"That's it. Go. Goodbye Brian.” The club owner pushed Brian's back away, as if to gently shoo him away.

Brian couldn't help but leave the place under the gaze that made him uncomfortable. Why everyone looks at him is different, but what is certain is that Brian is aware of it, they look at him so low and despised.