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Section 58

One year has passed, Cempaka managed to develop his business using the name Amanda. Their lives have changed drastically, even he has managed to unite Lucy's home with his place of business.

Cempaka rarely comes to the resort because he entrusts it to Lucy and her family. While she was focused on taking care of the baby. Babies who have started to stand up and learn to walk.

"Lucy, I hear there's a villa around here? You know where that is?" ask Cempaka. Had heard the rumors of the people who said that not far from the beach they stood a magnificent villa belonging to a rich family.

"Oh, that's pretty far, Manda. Not around here. The place is also hidden, it is in the middle of the forest. What's up?" lucy replied while glancing at the woman.

"It's okay, I'm just asking. I thought it was around here." Cempaka smiled, did not mean anything, just wanted to know the location of the villa.

"I thought you were interested in buying it? Because I heard the owner hasn't come to the place in a long time" Lucy asked with a smile.

Cempaka chuckled small.

"Initially yes, but hearing of its location far away from this place I'm not interested anymore." Cempaka shrugs shoulders. No more talking about empty villas, but playing with the baby.

"I'm not going to the resort for the next few days. Don't you mind that?" cempaka said his wish.

"You just calm down. Rest, resort issues leave it to us." Lucy moved while patting Cempaka on the shoulder, she passed away to the resort which was almost never empty.

Visitors always come, the rooms are always full. Visitors are always satisfied with the service provided. Cempaka smiled with satisfaction, with a small amount of money that he could develop into many times.

"Hopefully it continues like this." Cempaka muttered, grateful in the heart for all the goodness of the Creator.

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While in the old house, Mr. Arya with his secretary planned to go to the beach where he had honeymooned with his late wife.

"Have you contacted them?" ask Mr. Arya while walking out of the house to his car.

"Here you go, sir." The secretary replied while bowing. No longer much to say, Mr. Arya rushed into the car sitting with a henchman in there.

For years he did not come to that place. Since her marriage to Lisa, Arya has almost forgotten her. The trip is short, takes almost all day.

Mr. Arya's car arrived at his destination in the afternoon. They were greeted politely by the employees inside the magnificent building. The waves greeted his ears, impatiently wanting to go to the beach repeating what happened in his life.

"Welcome, Sir! We are glad you finally came to visit" said the butler, bowing before Mr. Arya followed by other workers.

"How's the progress here?" asked Mr. Arya as he stepped closer to the living room of the villa which was so large and magnificent.

"It's growing here, sir. In the North part of this beach even, an inn has been built," tell the worker made Mr. Arya frown curiously.

"really? Who built it? Local people?" asked Mr. Arya a little curiously.

"No, Mister. I heard he's a newcomer. Just one year in accordance with the business of the inn. Would you be interested to see it, Sir?" replied the butler, asking the other waiter to serve drinks and food available.

"Hhmm .. I expected. Well, anytime I just want to see it." Mr. Arya replied softly and softly.

If there was a chance he would go to see the inn in question. For a time, he would only spend it in the villa. Remembering the wife he loved so much.

Master Arya's heart murmured when the heart beat was no longer the same. It was as if he was going to meet someone far away who had been separated from him all along.

At home, Cempaka looks restless. Don't know why? But he really does not want to go out of the house even if just sitting on the porch of the house.

"Mom, I'm playing baby Zia, yeah. Just around the yard, it looks like he's bored inside" said Dinda, who used to babysit.

"I feel a little bad, Dinda. If you want to get him to play, don't get too far from home." Cempaka held his chest, squeezing the cloth while enduring the pain.

"You don't have to worry, Mother. I promise I won't be far from home. Just in the usual place baby Zia plays." Dinda smiled, impatient to take the baby to play.

"Mmm .. Yes, but remember! You have to be careful!" remember Cempaka who was possessed by Lucy's daughter.

Dinda went out with Cempaka's son playing around the house. The baby was excited, laughing and continuing to play with the teenage girl.

Cempaka sighed deeply, hoping that the tightness that suddenly spread within the chest left quickly. He tried to calm himself, expel the anxiety that suddenly clouded the heart.

"Why do I feel nervous like this, huh? What's the matter exactly?" Cempaka muttered alone.

The feeling that during his stay in the village he never felt, the residents were friendly to him, he was well received because he was willing to hire their children who were unemployed.

At the villa, Mr. Arya called his secretary to talk about one thing. He sat waiting in the living room, with an unsettled look of uneasiness.

"Master. Is there a problem?" the secretary asked as soon as he arrived before Mr. Arya.

The old man straightened up, asking the secretary to sit on the sofa.

"Are you asking our people to look for my grandson's whereabouts around this place?" asked Mr. Arya staring firmly at his secretary bead.

"Already, Sir. In fact, they are still here looking for them" said the secretary.

Mr. Arya sighed heavily, so hard to find the whereabouts of Cempaka. She was so good at hiding from him.

"Do you know of any newly built resorts around this beach? Who's owner?" asked Mr. Arya curiously.

The secretary nodded her head, she had already gotten a report about the beach resort from the people she had asked to scout.

"Already, Sir. The owner is named Amanda, according to the name of the resort. He moved, just one year to live around this beach." The secretary revealed according to the report given by his people.

"Woman, huh? Have you tried to go inside and meet the owner in person?" ask Mr. Arya again.

This time, he shook his head in ignorance.

"No, Mister. According to what I heard, the owner is very rarely in the place" replied the secretary.

"Take me there!"