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Not forgetting his bead looked around the room of the Son, until his gaze fell on a picture that made him curious.

Encouraged by his curiosity, Rewindra approached the study table where the son looked a little messy. However, his goal was the image that was in front of his eyes.

When he arrived at Rolando's study table, his hands stretched out to take the picture, and his chest felt so sesk when he saw a picture that had managed to slap him.

The picture of a tiny hand that has longed for the affection of both parents. Although it looks simple but the image was able to make Rewindra can not do much. In addition to the regrets that are sweeping the deepest recesses of the heart.

Boy, do you really miss the affection of a mother? What does it mean that Dady gave you this wound? Dady how to heal that heart wound, son? Maybe even an apology can never make you call me Dady. However, one thing is certain forever you are the beloved son of your late Momy.

Rewindra again put the picture that made anyone see him touched by the small hand scratches Rolando, and he was forced to return to his private room to calm down, while his mind and heart suddenly remembered the girl who had helped the beloved Son.

Now Rewindra in front of the balcony of his private room while holding a glass of wine, not forgetting his memory continues to be fixed on a girl who somehow he had seen the gaze of the eye. But he himself had forgotten a little where he had met.

But all of a sudden the girl had made one of her precious body parts stand up gallantly, and it made him swear annoyed with his own body that none other than his elephant trunk stood gallantly.

“S!alan how could you stand up like this, just from remembering that girl's face? If it's like this I can continue to have no more lust with them. Oh come on why lose before war. I had to put you back to sleep.”

Really s!Al, he also did not expect the trunk of an elephant who had preferred snacks outside it had to lose, too, and he himself had to put him back to sleep by soaking in the cold water at night.

If Rewindra is currently sleeping the trunk of the raging elephant. Another thing that Rolando did in the room of the mansion owned by Opa Buyutya was thinking about the picture he deliberately put on his study table.

Then shortly afterwards there was a very familiar voice Ando, and it turned out that the voice belonged to Opa Buyut who was walking towards him.

“Already night Boy, why are you still awake?” While sitting his butt William stared fixed the bead of Rolando's eyes that had been closing a wound incised by Rewindra itself.

“What's with my face, Opa Buyut?” Rolando looked astonished at the Opa Buyut who was staring at him.

“No, Boy,” elak William. But he did not lose his mind. As much as possible, he familiarized himself with the beloved great-grandchild who was getting higher than his age.

To melt the silent atmosphere. William invites his great-grandson to talk about something about his personal life.

“Where does Opa know this?” asked Rolando back who was reluctant to answer questions from Opa Buyutu.

William chuckled funnyly when he heard the question asked from his beloved great-grandson. However, as much as possible he did not say anything to his great-grandson. Recalling from the assigned spy, he got word that Rolando had been neglected by his own grandson Rewindra Wiratama.

“You don't have to ask where your Opamu knows all about you but, Boy do you really hate it?” William made sure of his own statement from the beloved great-grandson.

“Sorry Opa if I have to be honest, I better take out everything that makes this heart hurt. Between being honest or not my heart ached with Dady's behavior of never wanting to see my face. I wonder if I deserve to be in this world? Hating her I can't do it because I can only wait for Dady to realize that I'm so precious to her life.”

The explanation of the great-grandson makes William sure, if Rolando is burdened with hatred or for something else. That was what was currently disturbing his mind.

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