
"I'm looking for a patient named Cempaka. Last night he came to the hospital with his servant. Are they still here?" ask Mr. Arya to the medics in the information section.
"Patient named Cempaka, huh? Wait, I'll check first." He began looking for the name Cempaka on a computer screen, very slowly and carefully worried about being missed.
"The patient's been picked up by his family all night, sir. So, it's not in this hospital anymore, "tell the medic with a friendly smile to Mr. Arya.
The old man was stunned, in disbelief because his house was empty.
"What is he complaining about? Did she give birth?" ask Mr. Arya again to make sure.
The medic shook his head, there was no medical record of Cempaka giving birth.
"No, Mister. The patient named Cempaka was just ordinary control so that that night he immediately returned from this hospital," he replied again with a smile.
Master Arya sighed, passing by without a word. Followed by the secretary who seemed confused by the situation.
"I want you to find out what really happened. Who has taken him away and where have they gone?" tell Mr. Arya without stopping his footsteps until he arrives at the parking lot and gets into the car.
"Good, Sir. I'll investigate it immediately and find out where Miss is going."
The car drove away from the hospital parking lot with an inexplicable feeling. Should he ask Caesar? But is it possible that the man would answer honestly? Let him find the answer himself.
"Back to the old house. I don't want to go back to that house." He again ordered the secretary to go to his old house. The house he used to live in with his late wife and has not been visited for a long time.
The car turned towards another lane, towards the old residence of the Aryan family. He wanted to calm down, at least until the news about Cempaka he got.
"Welcome, Sir! Glad you're back in this house again!" welcome the servants who have been guarding their homes.
The two-story house was large and majestic, with its huge courtyard on each side. Surrounded by many trees planted by the wife's own hands.
"I miss you, baby. Did you see me from your place there? It's pathetic, isn't it?" He muttered as he stared at the night sky from the balcony of his room.
The house is always clean and tidy even though the owner never comes to visit. Not without reason, Mr. Arya just does not want the house owned by Lisa as well as her son.
"May you calm down in nature there." He turned back in. She laid her body on the bed that had been a witness of her happiness with her wife.
It's been a hard journey of his life without him on the side. He sighed, reaching for a figura depicting himself and a beautiful woman holding a baby boy.
Mr. Arya clutched him, trying to dive into a sense that had been lost for dozens of years. His life with Lisa was not as happy as it seemed. Not to mention the drugs that I don't know what Lisa always gave her. He remembered, since living with Cempaka, never again taking the drugs. Then it got better and healthier.
"Is it possible that Lisa is not a drug, but a poison? During my stay with Cempaka, and drinking the health potion from that woman I felt better. Foolishly, all this time I've been taking the medicine." Mr. Arya began to realize the condition of his body.
"I'll investigate about the cure." He threatens.
No more living under Lisa's rules. He's a free man who doesn't have to obey his wife.
While at Caesar's house, Lisa is busy looking for her husband's whereabouts after the party. Every corner of the house he went to, but he did not find the old man.
"Where did the old man go?" He cursed while shaking his waist.
His breathing roared heavily, emotions peaking beyond his brain capacity. The old man never said where he was going.
"You see the old man? I've been looking for her around every corner, but I haven't found her." He approached the young man asking about the lord of Arya to him.
"I didn't see it either, Mom. It was a party so crowded that it did not pay attention around," he replied, shaking his head and shrugging his shoulders.
Lisa sighed, looking down while thinking about her husband's departure. He leaves the backyard, upset himself for not being able to find Mr. Arya.
"Yudi, did you see Dad?" Caesar asked frantically to the butler.
"Great master? Wasn't he at the party?" The one asked back because they didn't know.
"I don't know. I'm looking for dad after the party, but nowhere. Would you call his father's number or his secretary's?" pinta Caesar's.
"Good, Sir." Yudi reached into his pocket to call Arya's master number, but could not connect. It seemed like the old man had indeed deliberately moved away from everyone.
"Not connected, sir," he said, then dialed the number of the secretary to Mr. Arya.
"Good night, sir. Sorry to interrupt your time." Yudi immediately said as the connection lifted. He quietly listened.
"I just want to ask, is the great master with you? He was not home" asked Yudi.
Caesar watched, he let the butler speak to the secretary himself.
"I'm sorry, but since our departure, you haven't contacted me yet." The answer from across there, made Yudi stunned.
Caesar sighed, he knew his father wasn't there.
"Alright, thank you very much, sir." Yudi turned off the connection and shook his head as he looked at Caesar.
"What did he say?" ask the man impatiently.
"The master secretary said, since their departure at that time the master has not contacted him again." Yudi shook his head again.
Caesar clucked, and passed away to his room. He saw Eva looking at their son, while occasionally kissing his hand. Caesar smiled, closing the door slowly and approaching.
"Let me find a nanny for her. Did he sleep all night?" Caesar whispered in Eva's ear.
"Okay, maybe not yet. If you can find a nanny soon. She would wake up all night to suckle" whispered Eva, worried about disturbing the baby's sleep.
Caesar sighed, breaking down his body staring at the ceiling of the room.
"What's wrong?" Eva turned and hugged her husband.
"I can't find a father in this house. Do you know where Dad went?" Caesar did not take his eyes off of it.
"I was too swept away in the party, so I didn't pay much attention to my father. Did you ask mom?" Eva rubbed her husband's chest.
"He's looking for Dad too."