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Elsewhere at the same time someone stood facing and reported to the Great Lord about the whereabouts of the beloved Grandson none other than Rolando Wiratama secretly followed the footsteps of the beautiful Brother since he was at funerals.

“How did you manage to monitor its existence?” Pramana opened her voice while looking at her eyes with such a cold glare.

Undoubtedly the spy assigned by Pramana also replied in a tone that was no less firm than his Great Lord. “I've made sure, Big Master, that your own Grandchild really wants to follow someone's steps since being at the tomb, and ask the driver to come back by himself.”

“How about the characteristics of someone followed by my Grandchild?” instead of not believing, only he himself wants to make sure before making the right decision.

After explaining the features meant by his spies. Pramana breathed a sigh of relief that her beloved grandson was currently with someone who was well known by his beloved father.

Dad see for yourself ‘kan? Without any interference from me, your great-grandson alone brought it into our personal lives. Even without you asking to match her up with Rewindra, it seems like they are destined to be a match on their own, and I'm pretty sure your own great-grandson is taking part in it.

But before he took a long way for both. He will make sure in advance with Prasetya and invite him to meet who did not forget to also discuss about the matchmaking of the two.

Picking up his phone which he happened to put in the pocket of the suit in use by pressing a mobile number belonging to Prasetya who happened to be from the opposite direction welcomed and greeted after a long time did not meet.

“What are you calling me, Pram.” Prasetya who was in his office was so surprised to get an incoming call from his own best friend.

“Is that how you greet me, Pras?” Pramana himself clucked annoyed with the behavior of Prasetya which is not at all different from before until now is still the same as not recognizing his identity.

“We haven't seen each other in a long time and have met face to face, why did you contact me, Pram?” prasetya asked coldly.

Prasetya's cold-pitched questions didn't scare him. He grew bolder by asking the news of his late first wife who had never been considered to exist. “After marriage to your first love. You're getting cocky, Pras! How is your first wife? Are you still not willing to set foot in his funeral?”

“Never discuss the woman, Pram! You yourself forgot me who felt what it was like to get married because of an arranged marriage made by my father without any love.” The answer from Prasetya made Pramana upset with the behavior of her best friend who never wanted to open up.

“Okay, I won't discuss anything like this again. If it makes you feel uncomfortable, and also why did I suddenly call you can we meet? There are a few things I would like to discuss with you personally!” Pramana will discuss it again when they meet, whereas this he will restrain the ego from interfering in the personal affairs of his best friend.

“Alright, let me arrange our meeting, and I hope you will meet me.”

Without waiting for a reply from across the street. Pramana turns off the call unilaterally with him who is currently reminded of the existence of his beloved grandson. At that moment he smirked coldly, who just happened to have an idea to make the Grandchild take control of the matchmaking.

As a father he himself has failed to educate Rewindra Wiratama who has been different since the Son was abandoned by his beloved son-in-law who left him with the entrustment of Rolando Wiratama. However, the Son never wanted to see and even take care of the Grandchild to make him incise a heart wound that is too deep.

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