
The heat of the sun during the day, slowly disappearing to change the dim light of the moon at night. On the top floor of the Atmadja group building, two adult men were seen sitting chatting with a cup of hot chocolate that still left a puff of smoke on the top.
Regarding the problems that occurred between him and the son, Arka had to immediately solve the problems that existed before Erich's marriage took place. Arka quickly appointed Sam to be burdened with various tasks that essentially scooped up as much information about the life of Sandara and her family.
"Didn't Young Master Ernest ever say that Miss San didn't have any relatives?" Sam tried to convince him of the information he had heard. At first the man did not understand the meaning of his Master by giving him such a task, but he did not want to be presumptuous. Remembering what happened was not something that he should be interfering with.
"Indeed, but I'm not sure myself" replied Arka followed by a sigh. "Follow what I command. Try to move as neatly as possible so that the girl does not suspect. Leave a safe distance, afraid that the girl is aware that her movements are being stalked."
"Good, Sir. We're trying to move as neatly as possible."
"Good."
The two again chatted while spending the rest of the hot chocolate in their respective cups. Although decades of working together with an age that is no longer young, but, but believe me if the stamina and workings of both are not much different as decades ago when the second has not held the title as a husband.
Sam but stood beside Arka. Become the head of the bodyguard as well as a personal assistant. Everything hasn't changed. Sam remains the number one person to accompany Arka as well as being her confidant. Even the traces of the two men were followed by their sons. Ernest and the Sky. Sky, the eldest son of Sam and Kiara, accompanied Ernest in all the work that Arka had given him. Although not as great as the Father, but the intelligence and alertness of Heaven deserve appreciation. He was also equipped with qualified martial arts, to be worthy to stand behind Ernest as well as a shield for his young master.
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In an apartment downtown. Sandara already looks neat with out her fancy fit. Not having an appointment with Ernest made the girl want to spend her day walking around.
After driving for thirty minutes from her apartment, Sandara returned to visit the magnificent house she visited a few days ago.
As usual, the guards and waiters nodded their heads. To allow the young girl to enter the house and serve her like an employer.
"Mam," said Sandara who immediately scattered the clumsiness of middle-aged women who were sitting relaxed on the sofa while paying.
"You coming?" The mother of Sandara looked closely at the princess. Unlike usual who always spent time with Ernest, lately the girl was actually more frequent visits to his residence.
"As Mama saw." Sandara threw her body weight on the sofa that was not far from her mother. Grabbing one jar of snacks, opening and eating the contents voraciously.
"Aren't you worried that one day your lover will get suspicious?" The mother of Sandara sighed deeply. So many years of driving her daughter's life, it's slowly thrown her into a dilemma.
Sandara pulled a shoulder. He was busy chewing on his favorite savory snack during a visit to his private home before pretending to be an orphan girl just to fool Ernest.
"It seems Ernest is mad at me."
"Why?" The middle-aged woman who still looked beautiful and fresh was leaning her body towards the princess. He's starting to get curious.
The two women of different ages were laughing at the same time. The mother of Sandara even to the head bobble. He was proud of the results of his upbringing for several years to the princess. One body, two faces. Such are the words that you often affirm for his daughter.
Apply well and put the face as narrow as possible to knock out the opponent, after that the opponent's grip when already in the grip.
Andara is still laughing. His sense of happiness seemed to be spilling. He realized that the princess's words could blow a blaze that could ignite the flames of division in the Atmadja family. And that's not what his goal has been all along. To feed the princess to enter the Atmadja family, become a special person among them, then destroy her without a remnant.
"Aren't you going to regret it, if what our wishes really manifested?"
"I mean, Mama? And need to be corrected, all this is just pure desire Mama and not me. Besides wouldn't Mama have if I didn't love Ernest. I love Erich and I can't wait to ruin his wedding." Sandara gritted her teeth. Life in the clutches of the mother was so torturing to her. Not free and not free. Even for love affairs. So many years in love with Ernest, but in fact Sandara actually loves the figure of Erich, her lover's twin.
"Silent Sandara! You have no right to resist Mama's wishes. Anyway why a few days ago you failed to seduce Ernest to fuck you. At least with Atmadja's fetuses in your stomach, making our plan to destroy the Zara family easier." Andara kneels her pulsating temple. Apparently the princess started to fight back while being controlled. Indeed, he seemed to deliberately subvert the princess for personal purposes. A purpose based on pain.
"How much do you want to destroy the Atmadja family. Oh, I mean Zara. How big is Mama? I've been patient for a few years just being Mama's pawn. But after I heard the Man I liked was getting married, I was disappointed Mama. I'm disappointed." Sandara no longer wanted to cover up the wound. Through the sentence he just wants to show his disappointment to the mother if it is not easy to be him who must live in pretense.
"San, relax. Speak well. Mama knows, you must be tired of living it. But we have gone so far. Just wait a little, we will enjoy the results. Zara's family will be destroyed and we'll be-"
"What will you get, Mama?" Sandara slashed her mother's speech. "Getting inner satisfaction when you can see the woman you judge Mama managed to destroy?"
"Shut your mouth, Sandara!" Andara raised one hand, intending to slap the lips of the princess who had spoken presumptuously. But one firm hand blocked his hand swing.
"Never hurt my daughter, Andara. Especially to slap him." A man held one of your hands up. Andara immediately threw away the sight as their gaze clung.
Sandara herself who had closed her eyes when she consciously wanted to be slapped. Now running, hiding on Dad's broad back.
"Think positively. Throw away the envy that has ruled your life. We build a happy family without sacrificing another family in it."
Andara did not respond. He repeatedly breathed deeply. With emotions still overflowing, he dared to look into the eyes of the husband, fixed.
"Try saying all you say to yourself, Sandy. The extent to which you love me, the extent to which you want me to be a wife and the extent of your role as husband if your heart is written only the name Zara. Try saying, Sandy. I should how? What should I behave like? Let's say!" Andara screaming. He pointed towards Sandy's chest, making the man gasp.
Yes, it is true. Zara is still in Sandy's heart. Even though he married Andara and had a daughter. In fact, the figure of Andara was not able to replace the figure of Zara who had already made a deep impression on Sandy's heart.
tbc.
Waiting for the next chapter, brother. We're gonna learn a secret about Sandy a few years ago.