(Tak) Bile Sepahit Bile

Section 61

In front of them now lies some kind of home-style cuisine menu. As nostalgic, master Arya stared at the food with a deep feeling.

"I'm no stranger to this cuisine. Does it feel the same?" muttered master Arya stared doubtfully at the cuisine.

"I'm sure you'll like it." The secretary said with great confidence.

Lord Arya started tasting one menu, her body stiffened instantly. The old tongue was speechless to taste the food that had just greeted.

Wh why? I-it's like my wife's cooking is also Cempaka. Is my guess correct, if the owner of this resort is the son-in-law I've been looking for all this time?

Mr. Arya again devoured the food in front of him, for a long time he returned to taste the food. The restaurant is always crowded, they like the cuisine there. The menu is simple, but very appetizing.

"How, Master?" ask the secretary after Mr. Arya finished his meal.

"Have you met the manager here?" asked Mr. Arya did not answer his subordinate's question.

"He doesn't want me to meet, sir. With no reason in place, he refused me to meet," replied his confidant with certainty.

Mr. Arya sighed, one thing that made him curious was the separate building with the resort where he saw a teenage girl with a baby.

"What's up, Mister?" asked the secretary when he saw Mr. Arya pensively without a word.

"Follow me!" Mr. Arya left, the visitors were allowed to tour the resort to see various kinds of flower plants that were deliberately planted around the area.

There are huts in some corners for them to enjoy time with family or just rest. There is a children's playground, as well as a swimming pool that never deserted.

The two deliberately went around, looking at interesting things from the resort built by Cempaka. Until arriving at a separate building there, where a hut was available. Mr. Arya invites his subordinates to sit down to enjoy the view of the moon emerging from the sidelines of the leaves.

"Sir, why are we here?" ask the secretary in surprise.

The waves they could hear from the seat even, when they turned they could clearly see the crowded ocean despite the dark.

"I just want to make sure of something." Mr. Arya looks mysterious.

For a while they sat down, the teenage girl Mr. Arya saw walking towards the building. Mr. Arya quietly watched until he stood at the door of the house.

"Miss!" He knocked and called Cempaka.

"Just open up, Din. It's not locked." A faint Cempaka voice rang out, making the old heart of master Arya throb.

The old man moved from the hut, about to approach the building.

"Sir, where are you going?" ask the secretary worriedly.

However, Mr. Arya gestured him to be quiet, and remained seated in the hut. While he was, stepping fearlessly closer to the building. The old man stood in front of the door, sighing deeply before his hand knocked.

Wh-tok-tok!

Unsuspecting, Dinda who had just walked inside, returned to the door to open it. He frowned, looking at the old figure who was smiling kindly in front of his house.

"Yes, Sir. What need is it? Are you lost?" dinda asked in a friendly tone though not at work.

Mr. Arya did not immediately reply, his eyes running into the house looking for another figure. When his mouth was about to open to speak, but was stopped by the voice he was waiting for.

"Who, Din?" Cempaka came out with a towel in hand, it seemed like he had just cleaned himself up. But he did not appear before the Lord Aryan.

"Take it back to the resort. Maybe forget the way." Cempaka's voice again sounded not aware of the existence of Mr. Arya at his resort.

"Master, let me take you back to the resort!" Dinda came out of the house to invite him, but the arm of Arya's head made her frown in confusion.

"I want to go inside. Can you?" pamit mister Arya though sound presumptuous does not matter to him.

"I'm sorry, sir, but guests are forbidden to enter this house" Dinda began to suspect the old man before her.

Mr. Arya kept a friendly smile, he was curious about the owner of a voice that resembled his son-in-law.

"I just want to make sure of something, I don't intend to commit a crime. No!" said Mr. Arya while putting on a face full of hope to be allowed inside.

"Sorry, Sir. Still can't. You'd better go back to your room" Dinda refused, staying friendly.

While holding back growled as it seemed like the old man before him was reluctant to leave. Intermittent, the figure that master Arya was waiting for appeared gracefully. She looks different, cleaner, and beautiful. She was surprised, but only for a moment. Afterwards, he smiled kindly while continuing the steps that had stopped.

"Master? What are you looking for here?" asked Cempaka with a friendly smile without a trace of hatred in his eyes.

Mr. Arya approached even if it was just a step. Both her eyes sparkled to find the figure of the daughter-in-law she was looking for.

"Can I come in, son?" the door still claims to be Cempaka's father-in-law.

Dinda looked confused, she turned to Cempaka for an explanation.

"It's okay, he's Mr. Arya." Cempaka smiled at Dinda, as the teenager grew anxious.

He did not know what to do when Cempaka allowed the old man to go inside. What is hiding for? They're not fugitives.

"Thank you, son." Mr. Arya glazed over, he followed Cempaka's steps to enter the house and sit in the living room.

Cempaka went to the kitchen, made a warm tea that he used to often serve for him.

"How are you doing, Sir? You no longer use a stick?" ask Cempaka while giving the herbal tea to his former father-in-law.

"Since you gave me this tea, I don't need that stick anymore. I can walk on my own feet. How are you yourself? Looks like your life's better?" Mr. Arya sipped the tea, a drink that made him feel healthy and fresh again.

"Yes, as it seems. I'm much better now. We are happy here" replied Cempaka while pointing out his much better state.

"You know, son. For a year I've been looking for you. I even asked Dad's men to look for you all over the city, but until this moment they couldn't find you. Until finally I heard this place and feel close to you," said Mr. Arya in fact.

Cempaka was moved, he knew that lord Arya was not a bad person. He was a good man, and always considered him a child.

"Actually I don't hide, I just leave because I want to get away from their lives. I'm looking for happiness and my own life here. Actually you don't have to look for me, sir." Cempaka felt that he had no relationship with the Aryan family.

"Why don't you seem to recognize Dad as your father again, son?" ask the sad Mr. Arya.

Cempaka sighed, he looked at master Arya without any hesitation.

"Because I feel that I have no relationship with the Aryan family anymore, sir. Master Caesar has divorced me. Now, I'm nobody." Cempaka smiled hiding the bitterness of her heart.

"But I still feel like you're Dad's son. After all, you've given birth to my granddaughter, haven't you? I won't be able to abandon you. Let me meet him, son. If you may, keep calling me father even if you're no longer Caesar's wife." Mr. Arya looked at Cempaka expectantly.

The woman is a fool, not knowing what to answer.