Hate for Rena
Pity
Varo walks behind Rena and Kiara. He looked more like the bodyguards of the two girls.
Varo smiled happily at the way Rena walked now, looking more stable and no longer dragging one leg, although still not recovered one hundred percent.
"Where does Mr Varo live?" Kiara fishing conversation. The beautiful doctor was gregetan himself saw these two people who were with him kept silent and made the atmosphere stiff.
"Not far from here, the house where I used to grow up" Varo replied.
Rena recalled, Varo always told her about her beautiful childhood in this country. Rena did not expect if it turns out that the position of the hotel is around Varo's childhood home.
"Eh sir, why behind the way, hard to see, it's next to Rena empty" Kiara quipped.
"What's wrong, I'm afraid to make Miss Rena uncomfortable, I just intend to escort until you guys safely arrive at the hotel" said Varo Iirih.
Rena just kept quiet not responding to the two people's chatter.
And before long, Varo, Rena and Kiara had arrived in front of the hotel lobby they occupied.
"You stopped by sir" Kiara was stale.
"Thank you, it's late, I'm saying goodbye" Varo rushes away before his urge to hold Rena up.
Rena looked at Varo's body which slowly disappeared away. There was a sense of pity in Rena's heart seeing the present Varo. The man she once loved so much looked thinner and unkempt. Varo also looked down more. And even more concerning when Rena saw Varo washing a pile of dishes that were a lot alone. A prince who used to live a luxurious life why is now a servant. Rena asked.
"I was surprised Re, did not fit a handsome guy so a waitress in a small coffee shop was simple kayak earlier" Kiara began fishing.
"You see from his appearance he's like a rich man, right, is it possible that he's broke?" Kiara kept fanning.
"Eh I just remembered, he was a celebrity chef also in Indonesia, famous, wealthy, his son famous businessman Bimo Prasetya" Kiara continued to tell stories until the elevator door they used was open and they reached the room.
"Bimo Prasetya" Rena felt often heard the name. He remembers what the name relates to, but Rena's weakness was forgetful in the past. He had a hard time memorizing people's names and faces.
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Meanwhile at the xxx Jakarta foundation, Zifa returned to meet Rena and the children. The girl had fallen in love with the intertwined familial atmosphere and also comfort.
"Assalamualaikum" Zifa's cry uttered his greetings. His arrival was greeted by children who happened to be playing together.
"Sister Zifa" the child's son scrambled to hug her.
"Sister brought ice cream, toys and new clothes for everyone" Zifa gave them happy news.
"Yeii, thank you sister Zifa" the child hugged the little girl again.
"Where's Rena?" Zifa asked a boy who was still busy dismantling his card.
"Sister Rena went out of the country" the boy replied casually.
"Well, brother Zifa missed, when did he leave?" Zifa asked again.
"Yesterday afternoon" the little boy replied.
"Where's the overseas deck?" Zifa continued to ask.
"To Australia" replied the child in unison.
"What's? Australia's? mas Varo must know this" Zifa's mind went directly to Varo.
Soon the girl took her phone and called Varo's number. But unfortunately, it was not lifted even though it has been tried several times.
"Ah mas Varo nih, there is news that he did not pick up the phone" Zifa grumbled to himself.
"Sir Zifa is thirsty, can you ask for a drink?" the girl again invited the children around her to chat.
"By brother, it's in the kitchen, brother take it for himself yes" the boy remained busy with the toy in his hand.
"Bad Huft" Zifa randomized the boy's hair a sign of anxiety.
As Zifa was drinking, a voice from the front said a greeting.
"Assalamualaikum adek" a man's voice heard by Zifa.
"Om Niko" the boy cheered in excitement.
"Om niko?" Zifa repeated the name called child.
And when Zifa stepped out to meet the guests who came, the level of his mischief increased, Zifa also shouted hysterically like a boy.
"Om handsome" cried the girl hysterically.
