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Section 60

"Manda, what if they want to take it from you? Aren't you afraid of losing your son?" lucy expressed her anxiety to Cempaka.

The woman remained calm, she turned to look at Lucy with a sweet smile.

"You forgot what the big master said back home? My children will never be recognized by the Aryan family because our marriage is not legally recorded. They have no right to my son, and vice versa. So, what are you worried about, Lucy? Relax, they won't dare lick their own tongues."

Cempaka grinned, until whenever an Aryan master would never be able to take away his children. It still does not make Lucy's heart calm, worries remain and continue to haunt her.

"Oh, just calm down. Master Arya already has one grandchild in Caesar's house, that's enough for him." Cempaka patted Lucy on the shoulder, winning her from anxiety.

The sound of crying babies stopped their chatter, Cempaka said goodbye to Lucy to go to her room. The baby who had fallen asleep, then woke up because he did not find the figure of the mother there.

Lucy sighed, following Cempaka to her room, from the doorway she stared anxiously at the baby her mother was breastfeeding. He was worried that the wealthy family would take the baby away from them. Lucy already loves Cempaka's children as much as her own grandchildren.

I hope what Cempaka said is true. They would never dare to take the baby.

After being satisfied to see the mother and child, Lucy returns to the resort. His mind was not calm, kept agitated when remembering Mr. Arya who was staying at the place.

"Mother! What's up?" dinda asked as she saw Lucy walking lethargicly into the resort.

The woman with two children sighed, landing her buttocks on the reception chair where her son was standing guard.

"Where's your brother?" ask Lucy when she doesn't find her firstborn.

"Sister in front, what's up?" Dinda frowned looking at the mother's puzzling attitude.

"Nothing, I just asked. You're working well, but Miss wants you to continue school. At the beginning of the year, I'll take you to school. This is what Miss wants, you can't refuse." Lucy rubbed the hands of the Bungsu.

The girl was so overwhelmed with work that she did not want to continue school. However, because it was Cempaka's request, he nodded in agreement with meksipun lazily. Lucy smiled, stood up again and walked up to her firstborn in front.

"Say!"

The young man of Cempaka's age turned his head, smiling at his mother.

"What's up, Mom?" He approached and stood in line with the woman.

Lucy rubbed the child's back, smiling expectantly. There was nothing he said, just gently touching his heart through the gaze of his eyes.

"Is there a problem?" The question from her made Lucy stunned. "Say, Ma. Is there a problem with Miss?" He pressed his question while holding Lucy's hand.

The mother sighed, staring at the two beads of her firstborn.

"In there was Mr. Arya staying overnight. Do you know who Mr Arya is?" Lucy asked because anyone would know that big name. Unfortunately, Lucy's two children never met the figure.

Gilang nodded his head in doubt, remembering every guest who came.

The young man nodded his head again, hearing that he himself was anxious.

"Mom doesn't blame you for accepting them as guests. I'm just asking you to stay alert near the lady because it doesn't rule out the possibility they'll find her." Lucy rubbed her child's shoulders, not wanting the young man to feel guilty for taking careless guests.

"Then, what about your own lady, Mother?" ask the child to get nervous. They all loved Cempaka and his son, not wanting to be separated or separated.

"Eitherway. He looked very calm, he was sure that Mr. Arya would not dare to do anything against his son. We just have to be vigilant, I'm worried that something unexpected will happen." Lucy expects her son to be reliable.

Gilang nodded his head again, determined to protect Cempaka from whatever it was. Lucy went back inside, to her room to be alone. While Gilang told his father about the arrival of Lord Arya.

"Aren't you the one who received the guest?" asked his father shortly after Gilang told him.

"Yes, Dad. That's because I don't know what Mr. Arya looks like. I only accept guests who come." Gilang looks restless, starts to feel guilty because of his boredom.

"Oh, don't think too much. Just remember your mother's words." The father patted the young man on the shoulder, they will together guard Cempaka.

Though, not necessarily also the lord Arya will do bad things to his grandson. However, caution is still needed in case something unwanted happens.

****

Day turns night, Mr. Arya looks fresh after cleaning himself. He prepares to go out to dinner and enjoy the beauty of the beach at night. Outside his room, the secretary was already standing waiting. Without knocking on the door for fear of being disturbed.

"You're already here apparently. What about the food at the restaurant downstairs? If it's not to taste, we better find another place to eat." Mr. Arya smiled kindly at the man whose age was almost on par with her.

"No, Mister. I'm sure you'll like it. I had tasted one menu this afternoon, and .. and immediately fell in love with what they were offering. The service here also deserves a thumbs up, they are friendly and polite. Come, Master!"

The secretary to Mr. Arya invited him into the elevator to get to the first floor. There were some visitors in it too. The rooms are full, and do not accept guests who wish to stay again for a while.

"Most of the guests here are young couples. Maybe they are on their honeymoon, enjoying their time together" whispered Mr. Arya to his secretary.

"Yes, Sir. Very rarely are guests who have a family. Just a handful," the secretary replied as she glanced at the guest who was in the elevator with them.

Just like the two, the guests went to the restaurant downstairs for dinner. They chose their seats, waiting for the waiters to come and offer a menu.

In the style of foreign languages, the menu was written so as to disguise Mr. Arya on the cuisine that Cempaka always made in his house. He pointed to a few drinks, and gave them back to the waitress.

"You sure the cooking here is delicious? Usually only simple dishes, or five-star foods at fantastic prices," said Mr. Arya again asked.

"It's just the name that looks modern, sir. For more cuisine to home cooking that is processed perfectly. It feels like it's going to pull us into the past, a time where we were little and enjoyed the old man's meal." Secretary to Mr. Arya described.

Hearing that, the master's tongue impatiently wanted to taste immediately. What kind of cooking did his secretary tell him.