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Like Son And Dad

There is an interesting side to the unfolding of the past life of an Arkana Surya Atmadja who seems to want to be deeply examined by his own son. If to continue to pry information from the mother, it seems impossible because of the woman herself seems to want to cover up.

Ernest admitted if the father's face is beautiful, not to mention supported by a sturdy body that certainly makes the opposite sex put the heart.

The young man clucked. If compared to the father of course he lost in any way. Paras, appearance, and of course charisma. Ernest gave a smile, suddenly he imagined what the face of the Father would look like when he revealed his feelings for his mother when he was young.

Ernest suddenly laughed amusedly just by imagining the face of the father who was still handsome despite being consumed by age.

"Care you Ernest, why suddenly so imagine the youth of your parents?." Ernest monologue. In the workspace that should be used for work, he actually imagined pseudo things that might not have experienced both parents when young first.

Now the relationship with Natasya was not as formal as it used to be like superiors and subordinates after knowing that their parents had a relationship in the past. Ernest's attitude that once had turned cold and sembau himself after separating from Sandara, now gradually recovered. He began to be warm and friendly as ever.

Ernest was unaware, but the closest people like Zara and Emely could certainly feel it.

"Uncle Rangga, yes Uncle Rangga. I think it's the youth who can help me." Ernest apparently still thought to explore the past of his master, and he remembered the name of Rangga.

His lips carved a smile. His brain worked hard to come up with a plan in order to meet with Rangga as soon as possible.

"I'll call Uncle." The young man's fingers moved to touch a flat object with a bitten apple logo on the table. He swiped the screen and scrolled through several contact numbers and picked one that he thought was right.

Waw, call connected.

Ernest took a deep breath. After a voice from across the street he replied with a greeting.

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"Wow..."

Ernest stared at the astonishment of all the interiors within Rangga's private residence, although this was not the first time for the young man to set foot into this magnificent building.

I don't know when the last time Ernest came to visit but one is certain if it has been a long time. His parents' relationship with Rangga was very close. But they do not come here often, and quite the opposite. Rangga was the one who often visited the Arka residence. Whether it's just an ordinary visit or just letting go of longing for his best friend's daughter's son.

Ruman Rangga is simple. There is no interior or excess furniture. All look great and beautiful.

Given Rangga who only lives alone, women's special items are completely invisible in the living room area and some other spaces.

Walking quite far through many rooms but Ernest has not found the Uncle.

"Sir, Mr. Rangga is now in a special room exercising." A male servant told Ernest and led him to the front door of the room.

"Thank you, you can come back."

"Good, Sir."

After the departure of the servant Ernest attempted to knock on the tightly closed door.

Rangga's body wrapped in knee-length pants and sleeveless top seemed to be flooded with sweat. Looks like the weathered bujang is exercising. The two of them broke down the embrace after a while.

"I'm sorry if my arrival interfered with Uncle's activities"

Rangga. He slapped Ernest's shoulder.

"You're nothing. I'm just so glad you came. Do you remember the last time you visited your uncle's house?."

Ernest smiled faintly. He even forgot.

"Of course you forgot. Looks like you were in elementary school when you last came here." Rangga admitted that it was not the fault of Arka's daughter's son, only that his life was almost aimless to make him wander around and like reluctant to occupy his own house.

Rangga is rarely in his residence and that is one of the reasons that makes the son and daughter of the friend very rarely visit.

"Come, we'll talk in the kitchen but it looks like uncle has to clean the body first." Rangga sniffed his pungent body scent after exercising. The man led the way to the dining table next to the kitchen, and only the mini bar was used as a baffle.

"Let's sit. You can call the waiter or you want to cook yourself to fill the stomach." Rangga treated Ernest like his son. Ask him to sit down but also explain the placement of food ingredients and fruits on the shelves and refrigerators.

Rangga stayed with the guards and some servants. Her mother chose to live in another country. I don't know, since the breakdown of relations with Anastasya makes Rangga no longer close to his mother. As for Sofyan, the man had gone home many years ago.

After Rangga's death, Ernest was interested in making his own food without the help of servants. He tied up his original hair and started looking for fruits that he planned to make into a salad in the refrigerator.

Some of the man's apples took it out and put it into some containers. Wuh, acting like a professional chef, Ernest started cutting the fruit and sometimes put it in his mouth.

Ernest also took some other fruit such as kiwi that he will include in the menu of fruits that he will make. Although the young man was not good at cooking, but know if Ernest was actually fond of jumping into the kitchen to cook something desired.

"Ernest, what are you doing?." Rangga, now back with a fresh body and different clothes, looked at his best friend's son who was busy cutting fruits on the kitchen table.

Ernest smiled faintly.

"I saw in the fridge that there was a variety of fruit and I took the initiative to make a salad for us, Uncle."

"Wow." Rangga looked in amazement at Ernest. The man sat back on the dining table chair and looked at Ernest from a distance. Unknowingly, Rangga pensively thought about his baby with Anastasya who died after a few hours of birth.

The guilt re-emerged. If at that time he had the power to fight parents, of course his son was still alive and must be the same age as Erich and Ernest.

My mistake was huge, I realized. All this time I tried to make up for all my past mistakes in my own way.

Rangga was still busy staring at Ernest who was struggling with fruits and some companion ingredients. The man smiled widely and clapped his hands as two cups of fruit salad managed to serve Ernest.

Tbc.