
Back to Darrel's main mansion
As soon as Darrel's car swerved into the front gate a security man rushed to open the gate quickly, letting Darrel's car into the garage.
Darrel is seen juxtaposing his car among some of his favorite cars, ensuring his parking position is safe and uninterrupted, where he also made sure to come out safely from inside there considering Gea was still asleep in her sleep, so she clearly took the initiative to raise her daughter.
As soon as he turned off the engine, the man got off the car and headed to the side of the door where Gea was.
Darrel slowly grabbed the tiny body of the woman on Thursday, put her in his arms and put Gea in his arms in a bridal style.
The two maids moved quickly closer to Darrel who was carrying Gea, they immediately lowered their heads quickly.
"Bring all our stuff in and make sure nothing gets left behind"
The man's absolute command to his servants, then he quickly moved his daughter into the Mansion, and walked towards his room.
Darrel thought from today he would not let Gea sleep in a separate room with her, she wanted the woman to stay in her room so they could never be separated and she could be more free to be with Gea.
The servants looked at Darrel rather confusedly, they thought the master should have brought their young miss to the Gea room by himself but were rather astonished that the man had brought his daughter into his room.
Although they wanted to be surprised they thought it was commonplace, a father treated his daughter so and so special, it was not strange for a father to do so and let their daughter sleep in the same room.
Tomorrow too will definitely return to how it was today must have been exhausted and decided to let her daughter sleep in her master's room.
But still in the end millions of question marks hit their heads, the man was so sweet and tender to his daughter today?!.
Who does not know Darrel Oxtone? The unfriendly and cold man had obviously never behaved so before.
He never even cared about his own wife mistress Alisa, so once the man paid attention to his daughter then it was no wonder people would be shocked half to death while frowning them, he said, to make them wonder.
What happened to the master?!.
When the thought hit, the man moved back away from everyone and chose to enter his room, closing the door with his feet and moving closer to his mattress.
After putting Gea's body onto her mattress, she then developed her best smile for some time, the man kissed her daughter's soft lips then decided to leave from there.
She moved out of the room and chose to go downstairs for a moment, after which she thought about returning to her room.
"Where's Alisa?"
Darrel asked one waiter who was dragging Gea's suitcase, a pink suitcase with a picture of the hello drawn with a bit of fatigue by the waiter.
Hearing his master's question, the servant hurriedly stopped, he lowered his head and then replied.
"Madam says he has to go to one place, he'll be back as soon as possible because there's something important he has to do"
Answer the waiter quickly.
Hearing such an answer made Darrel frown, he seemed to be silent for some time until finally choosing to move away leaving the waiter towards the kitchen.
The man approached the refrigerator as he tried to contact someone.
"Tell me where is he?"
Darrel asked quickly with someone across the street.
He waited long enough for his answer.
Hearing Java from across there, Arsen was seen raising the tip of his lips, he then grabbed 1 bottle of drinking water and started sipping it quickly.
He sipped a little at a time the cold drink, letting the cold drink pass through his throat, soaking and relieving the thirst from his throat as well.
"Move on and we'll see what we do next"
After saying so Darrel hurriedly closed his call, he put back the bottle containing the drink quickly.
Then the man slowly moved from there, deciding to go back up towards his room.
Alisa, what other plans are you going to make right now?!.
The man was deep in his heart, he tightened his jaw for some time, clenching his palm.
For Darrel Alisa has moved so far, therefore this time he will not give the woman another chance to be able to enjoy what the woman can actually enjoy.
This time he had lost his pity and pity, for Darrel an Alisa already did not deserve both.
This time Darrel prefers to focus on Gea, he no longer cares about Alisa, because to him his current world is Gea.
And Silsila?!.
He knew who the right person would save him.
Darrel will not repeat the time or return to the story of the past, he is a simple man who is reluctant to look back even though it is undeniable sometimes the heart still secretly longs for the past.
Although he knows someone may sometimes think his past is much better and easier when compared to now. This is the way the mind plays, especially when someone is feeling weak or in trouble.
Even the science of psychologists reveals a person's memory of the beauty of the past can be contrary to the facts that actually happened. Psychologists say that mind games rarely objectively judge a person's past as better or vice versa.
this ‘cacat’ mindset as rosy retrospection, which is a psychological phenomenon of someone who sometimes assesses the past disproportionately, considers it more positive than the present.
And for Darrel without a past there will be no future but he will not be a flawed thinker or called Rosy retrospection just to regret the things that have passed.
The focus is on figuring out who messed up the past, but he's not going back to the past that he thinks doesn't matter at all.
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On the other hand
Back to Silsila
When he tried to rebel half-dead one voice shocked him, a familiar voice behind his ears that he had never heard again for a dozen years.
"Censile"
The figure tried to grab her body, forcing her into his arms, it made the woman even more rebellious in fear, she was afraid it was Alisa or even the crazy female lover.
"It's me"
And he instantly fell silent as the figure hugged him tightly, then touched both of his cheeks as he said.
"Look at me, Silsila, it's me, vier..."
He instantly fell silent and tried to stare at the male figure before him.
Vier, the name has long since disappeared and is drowning in his memories, a one-night mistake that drags him to many tragic things in his life.
His eyeballs stared at the male figure for some time, the old age of the vier was not much different from Darrel, only a few years older, about 3-4 years old, my face still looks very young, really the type of girl aged 17-25 years, now the face does not change much, still handsome as before but looks much more mature, he said, very mature with a thin sideburn and fine hairs on his face.
His body was much more contained and stocky, he looked more charismatic and very mature, there was no way that no woman would not fall in love with him.
The man clasped both sides of Silsila's cheeks tightly, staring at the woman with teary eyes.
"It's me.."
The man repeated his words again, whether what was in his heart and also what was in his mind Silsila could not guess at all.
Hate the genealogy for the events of that night?!.
No. gabe.
He never hated the man, he was wrong from the beginning for getting into the family of people in a high-class environment, where the rich always played cunningly to get things, he said, where rich men will always be the target of women out there.
And that night they were caught in Alisa's trap, if only she had heard her father's words from the beginning, he may currently live happily with his father's chosen men with their sons and daughters, living happily in a simplicity that is already worthy of them.
"I've been looking for you for so long"
Vier spoke quickly, breaking down silcile thinking.
Searching her?!.
Hearing the man's words immediately made Silsila's eyes glaze over.
Anyone else looking for him?!.
And in the next instant the cry of the woman broke, fused with the silence of the night wind and melted into one deep into a profound poop.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry I found you so late"
Vier again drowned the woman in his arms, allowing Silsila to sink into disappointment and her cries.