
Now back to the story of the girl who was dressed neatly in a very spacious room. All sorts of clothes were hanging on some of the servants' hands that morning. However, in accordance with his desire to keep wearing plain T-shirts with his black jacket as usual, an unmissable routine for an Adina Auristela.
The only child of Candra Klay Dharmendra and Maya Caroline who is very difficult to manage. If out there most girls will happily lead the company with all its elegant styles. Unlike Adina, who chose to hide her identity.
"Miss, this is the latest outfit that has just been designed by the secretary of the Madam" pointed out one of the servants among the same six servants standing up showing the number of dress models hanging on the hanger.
Adina's eye bead twists lazily when she sees it. "I'm sorry I've been troubling your work. Let me alone talk to Mother not to bring me clothes again." he chose to step away from inside his room.
The butler nodded his head at the other waiter as if giving orders if they all had to go out after putting the new clothes in the closet that was already crowded with new clothes hangers.
No one wears Adina from the Mother. He always wears the clothes he buys at the mall.
"Huh.boring every morning is always faced with a boring clothing design. Mother is very wasteful." grumbled Adina who remembered how long she had ignored the attention of the Mother to throw away how much money to make clothes that she did not want to wear at all.
Now the very magnificent house shows some people enjoying breakfast at the dining table. Adina seemed indifferent to stepping with a backpack on her shoulders which she held next to the rope and one rope she let loose just behind her.
The girl's steps stopped. "Your!" call the father firmly.
Adina turned her heels and looked at the face of the father. At this moment the girl was already standing almost past the dining table. "Yes, Dad." said it briefly.
"Breakfast together. You're gonna be working all day again. Your body can hurt, son. Come here." Come here." Intonation of the voice of Candra Clay Dharmendra he let out as soft as possible to touch the princess who is super stubborn.
"Wouldn't breakfast be here first, Adina? Later in the afternoon Aunty can deliver lunch for you.." Selvi Horase has not had time to continue her words, Adina interrupts first.
"alright. If Aunty objected no problem." Adina continued without looking at the face of the mother who looked at her with an indescribable look.
"could. Aunty can. Soon Aunty will deliver ya?" a gentle smile was etched on Selvi's face. He has been very passionate about the character of the nephew all this time.
Only her patience and motherly attitude were able to make Adina fit him.
"Oh yeah, Mother. This is the last time Adina asked for it. Don't waste money on designing clothes. Adina will not wear it at all." he said firmly staring inside the mother who was just speechless.
"Son, your mother is well-intentioned to you." defended the father who is well aware of the distance between his wife and child.
Hearing the father's words, I don't know why Adina's blood immediately boiled. "good intentions? do you know the risks if Adina looks like that to the office? Adina doesn't want to stand out Mother. Adina is comfortable like this. If you keep forcing Adina's whole life, the company's gonna have to let Adina loose."
The bright morning atmosphere changed the mood of the entire magnificent house. The nanar gaze of the two blinds a Maya could only move looking at the back of the princess who had moved out of the house with her long steps.
"May.your son needs a touch in his heart. Try to talk softly to her. Not just with a caring attitude. Sooner or later he'll take you back. I'm sure of that." said Selvi who did not until the heart saw sadness on the face of the sister.
"Yes, right Selvi said. Everything needs a process. Adina's big without your figure, honey. Come on, dare to get closer to our child. He'll be very gentle if he accepts you." Candra also helped persuade the wife who did not have the courage close to the child.