Michael Hardianto

A handsome man of Chinese descent with a distinctive face, white skin and height equivalent to an international model becomes a special temptation for women who see him. Perfection can be seen clearly from Michael Hardianto who is sitting elegantly behind his desk. A cold and talkative man but very bossy with no one to argue with.

Michael Hardianto, the eldest son of Hardianto Prasetyo, is the number one richest person in Indonesia and ranks one hundred and fifty richest in the world even though he is only thirty-five years old. Has a total net worth of eleven point six billion United States dollars or the equivalent of one hundred seventy two point eight trillion rupiah

Michael is often called a lucky charm by his extended family, because once Michael was born, the Hardianto family's business grew rapidly with enormous profits. There is only one problem in Michael's life, namely his love story. Even at a mature and established age, Michael has never fallen in love. His life is busy with business and money.

"Good morning, Mister Michael." A woman in very sexy clothes stood in front of Michael who didn't even look at his secretary.

"Sir, all colleagues are waiting in the meeting room," said Fanny softly and the man immediately got up from the chair without a word, he straightened his coat and walked out of the room to the meeting room. Everyone stood up and bowed their heads to welcome the arrival of the big boss.

Michael Hardianto won the rights to rebuild the Bintang Indonesia Hotel located in the Central Jakarta complex. He turned the property into a shopping center, offices, luxury hotel and apartment complex called Sun Flower Indonesia. The man will buy a small island and do a hotel business, namely the island of Bangka.

Goes on business trips and vacations on the island of his parents' birth, namely the island of Bangka. A small island famous for its very beautiful beaches. A safe and peaceful atmosphere, away from the hustle and bustle of the city and won't even get stuck in traffic. Michael deliberately gathered everyone in the meeting room to convey his plans for the future, while he was away the temporary leadership was held by Jordan Hardianto−Michael's younger brother.

"I'm going on vacation and working," Michael insisted.

"Fanny and Fendy will come with me," the man continued. Which got a big smile from his secretary.

"Jordan, come to my room!" Michael closed the meeting without any questions and protests from everyone. He walked back to his room followed by Jordan.

"Why all of a sudden?" Jordan closed and locked the door.

"Actually not suddenly just accelerated." Michael sat on the sofa.

"Why speed up? You never change what was planned." Jordan looked at Michael.

"Ask Papa and Mama." Michael looks annoyed.

"Okay, they want you to rest and think about getting married soon." Jordan smiled.

"I don't want to visit all the families in Bangka." Michael took a sip of the drink that was on the table.

"I know you don't want to hear their ramblings." Jordan took a sip of the water on the table.

"I am very worried." Michael took off his coat.

"What's a Michael worried about?" Jordan leaned against the sofa wall.

"Mama wants me to take the wedding urn at Grandma's house." Michael was getting annoyed.

"Then?" Jordan grew curious.

"I think Papa and Mama are exaggerating and overly believing myths." The handsome man untied his tie and buttoned his shirt.

"For Papa and Mama, you are a bringer of good luck. Is that also a myth?" Jordan asked.

"Do you know? If the jar breaks then my luck will be unlucky unless I marry the woman closest to the jar that breaks." Michael emphasized his voice. He really wanted to scream.

"You just send the jars using a courier service from Bangka to Jakarta." Jordan looked at Michael who looked annoyed.

"That's our ancestral urn that must be guarded, do you understand the meaning of those words?" Michael gulped down his drink and smashed the empty bottle.

"Okay, the Urn must not be sent and must continue to be by your side," Jordan said.

"Imagine, if the jar broke? Arrg." Michael ruffled his hair.

"Just pray to the God, when the jar breaks there is a beautiful angel by your side." Jordan smiled.

"Go pray for me!" Michael glared at Jordan.

"Hey, you should pray to the Goddess of Fortune." Jordan smiled widely.

"Shall we go to a fortune teller?" Jordan looks serious.

"I can't believe any of that." Michael straightened his shirt and prepared to leave.

"Where are you going?" Jordan stood up too.

"Back home." Michael walked out of the room, he opened the door and saw Fanny standing right in front of him.

"Sorry Mister. I have prepared for departure to Bangka tomorrow afternoon." Fanny smiled.

"Choose the best hotel on the island of Bangka with beach views and close to my family's house!" Michael entered the special elevator followed by Jordan.

"No need to explain, Bangka has a luxury hotel on a beautiful beach." Jordan tapped his brother on the shoulder.

"Do you often come back to Bangka?" Michael asked and swatted his sister's hand.

"Of course, it only took fifty minutes on the plane." Jordan smiled.

"Bangka girls are very beautiful and sweet, they are also very friendly," Jordan whispered in Michael's ear.

"Your eyes are very observant when looking at women." The man narrowed his eyes.

"Of course, especially the native Malay girl with tan skin, it's very charming." The wide smile on Jordan's lips made Michael think of something he didn't like.

"Hey, I don't have casual sex." Jordan could understand his brother's gaze.

"Who knows." Michael got out of the elevator because it was open, he headed for his black luxury car. And Jordan headed for the red car. The two expensive cars left the office area for a luxurious Chinese house.

A middle-aged woman with an oriental face of Chinese descent smiles welcoming her two beloved sons at the door to have lunch together.

"Give Mama a hug." The woman spread her hands.

"Hello, Mom." Jordan ran to hug a beautiful woman with pure white skin.

"Hi darling. Why with your brother's handsome face?" asked Mrs. Jia Li−Mama Jordan and Michael.

"He's thinking about the wedding urn." Jordan smiled and kissed his mother's forehead.

"Mom, I'll just take the Urn." Jordan's voice sounded spoiled.

"Your sister is thirty-five years old and not yet married, Mama is very worried," Mama whispered in Jordan's ear, who had to look down because she was only his shoulder.

"I'm old too, Mom." Jordan pursed his lips.

"You have many lovers." Mrs. Li pinched Jordan's ear.

"Aww, it hurts, Mom." Jordan ran into the house.

"Irritating." Michael passed his mother.

"Stop!" Miss Li ordered and it stopped Michael's footsteps.

"Hello, Mom." Michael hugged his mother.

"Don't disappoint and upset Mama," Mrs. Li whispered in Michael's ear.

Michael and Jordan went into their respective rooms to clean up and took off their coats and ties, both of which came out with their shirts and trousers into the dining room.

"My son is getting more handsome and dashing." Mr. Hardianto smiled and got ready for lunch.

"El, when are you going to Bangka?" asked Papa.

"Tomorrow," Michael answered quietly.

"Dad, can I come with you?" Jordan asked excitedly.

"Jo, you have to replace El while in Bangka," Mama said with a smile.

"We'd better eat soon." Michael picked up the food with his chopsticks.

"Are you going back to Company after lunch?" asked Jo with a mouth full of food.

"No, I'm just going for a walk. I am full." Michael got up from the chair.

"Jo, what's wrong with El?" Mom asked.

"Mom knows better." Jordan smiled.

"Actually, the wedding urn is a myth or a fact?" Jordan looked at Papa and Mama in turn.

"It's a fact to meet El with his soul mate." Mom smiled contentedly.

"It was your Mama's idea." Daddy finished lunch.

"I'm back in the office, honey." Mr. Hardianto kissed his wife's head.

"Only Jakarta-Bangka and El will use business planes. Fanny and Fandy are nearby." Jordan looked at his mother.

"Not necessarily, honey." Mama touched Jordan's cheek gently and tidied the table with the help of a few maids.

Mrs. Lia Ji is just an ordinary housewife, she is at home every day taking care of her family. Mr. Hardianto is a loyal man, he is satisfied and happy with his wife from a hard life to becoming rich. Their marriage, which was opposed by the family, forced Hardianto to flee to Jakarta and open a small business from the capital he had saved since he was young.