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My gaze toward the outside of the glass, precisely to the sky which is now the blue color is fading. It might soon rain. Ah, I can't wait for this taxi I'm riding to reach my destination soon. I want to throw my body on a soft bed and a warm blanket. No, I don't intend to sleep. I would just roll under the covers looking at the rain behind my bedroom window.

Yes, that room will be mine later. I don't know what it's like with my new room, I don't care. I'll just do what I have to do.

My journey is over. After driving my parents to the airport, the taxi I was riding in arrived at an address. Oh I think this is the wrong address, because I never thought that the house in front of me was a very luxurious house. A big house is like a palace. Well ... I have never seen a palace like the one in the fairy tale, but the house before me is now the house of a man who is too rich.

After taking a few breaths, I ventured to press the bell in front of the gate.

Just one press, there was a sound from the gap under the bell button that I pressed earlier.

"Who?" that voice sounded.

"I'm Azzura. I want to see Aunt Widia" I replied directly.

A smaller gate opened. The man I expected security in the house with his ramh allowed me to enter the house. He said that I had been waiting for Miss Widia since then.

Oh may Aunt Widia be a friendly, kind, loving person like my mom. I hope so. Because if not, I'll just run away from this house.

Walking into the house, I was stunned at the park in the front yard. It's exquisite. This house looks very comfortable. Hopefully in one year I will be here. Feeling rich in a year makes my lips smile. Aih ...how lucky my life this time.

Ah yes ... see?

A uniformed maid greeted me at the door. Are they family offices? Minister? Or conglomerates? Ish, mama's friend this time I deserve a thumbs up.

Yep, as long as mom accompanied papa who was transferred to work in Japan, mama left me to a friend. He said they were old friends who had just met again. Then why is it so easy for mama to leave me to a friend she has not met for a long time? I'm too tired to argue with my mom. I have no allies. I'm an only child. And at my age of 21 years I felt that I would be fine if I had to spend time and live alone. But papa's mom can't be argued. Isha!

My family is not a wealthy family. I'm grateful, because papa's mama can give me enough. Since papa worked at the MHR corp company, our life has been pretty good. Although it cannot be said to be abundant, but we feel enough. So when the company sent papa to work in a branch that was in Japan for a year, papa did not refuse at all. And my mother faithfully accompanied him. I think it's okay, maybe with papa diligently working then our lives will be more prosperous again.

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Widia Latifah Maheswara's. A woman who said she was a lifetime with mom, but as soon as I saw it instantly turned out .. wow! She is beautiful at the age of her mother. Not that my mama is not beautiful, just beautiful this woman looks classy, elegant and not from mediocre groups like my mama, let alone commoners.

The beautiful woman does not need to be robbed yes, perfect anyway. But what made me most happy was that she was a very friendly and warm woman. Thank God, I feel Aunt Widia is good like mom. She greeted me with a smile and warmth from a mother. I can tell you that my mom didn't take me wrong to her.

"You're so pretty, baby. Exactly like Nadhifa when she was young," said aunt Widia while stroking my hair. He looked happy when he saw me. Again I am grateful for that.

"Hehe .. I'm his son, Tan!"

"Yes yes. Uh, you can call auntie tuh with 'Mama'. Auntie, I'm gonna feel like I have another daughter."

"Ah, Auntie," I'd say. "Eh, does Aunt have a daughter too?"

"Aunty's son there are two, male and female. A girl your age but married three months ago. And since then she's been with her husband living in America."

I just nodded. I did not expect, a girl my age whose life looks luxurious even married.

"Yet young married, Tan?" I'm curious too. Don't you get fooled again?

"Yes that's the kid of today. Falling in love and not parting. So the story goes, Dion, her boyfriend who is now legally her husband, is going to work in New York, and Helena, Auntie's son, wants to join her boyfriend. They don't want Ldr-an. But where possible, Papa Helena let her daughter live alone in a foreign land with a man who is only a boyfriend. And certainly Auntie would not be able to let it. So in the end Papa Helena filed the terms of marriage if they really want to be together. And yeah .. there was a marriage that happened three months ago," said Aunt Widia.

"Yes. Hence, as soon as I saw you earlier, Auntie felt like Helena was here again." Aunt Widia unceasingly flashed a smile. His fingers stroked the back of my hand slowly. "You're interested in young marriage too?"

I'm appalled. "Where is it, Tan. I won't think of that until–"

"Until?"

"Yes, I'll see you later. Later, Tan. Not in four or five years."

"Loh why? Who knew your soul mate was coming tomorrow, right?!"

I just slicked my shoulders and smiled shyly. I have to be honest that I'm not interested in falling in love right now. More precisely, there is no intention to really find a mate. Come on, it's only been twenty-one years. Time to think of a soul mate? College is not yet right. Do not let the household problems come.

But I shouldn't have gone ahead of destiny, right?

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My phone alarm woke me up in the morning that felt like a dream. Ahhh .. I squirm spoiled. It felt too reluctant to get off the deck of this very comfortable blanket. The room that Aunt Widia provided for me was absolutely perfect. Now I am grateful to my mother who has given me the opportunity to be as a princess of the king for a year in this palace.

Uuhh .. convenient ....

Let's get up, Zura.

Ah yes ... I need to get up and get ready for college. There was a course in the morning that made me have to leave the palace for a while. In addition, I must hurry before I miss getting acquainted with Om Mandala Darmawan Maheswara at the dinner table. When I hitchhiked in people's homes but who had a house didn't even know me? 'You're ashamed.

I got up to go to the bathroom and clean myself up. Twenty minutes later I rubbed a thin powder on my face and put on a thin lipgloss. I don't like make up, of course. But since I'm a guest in someone else's house, then there's no harm in me giving it a slightly refreshing look in the morning, right?!

After hooking my backpack next to my shoulder, I went out of the room. I walked slowly towards the stairs as I passed by someone.

A handsome man who is cool, mature, and authoritative. Her aura is truly extraordinary. Until I got creeped out for some reason.

At that time, why did our eyes meet? He's buttoning his long shirt hands.

Just short. Taps!

Thankfully though. But, it turned out that he just walked in the opposite direction to me. Though I was just about to throw a faint smile at the man, intending to be friendly. Because I should be polite to anyone in this house. Know yourself, the term. But it seemed like he was rushing towards another room that was the same direction as my room.

"Pa, this is Azzura," said Widia's aunt who introduced me to Mandala. Because last night I didn't know what time the man came home, so I didn't get to meet him to say hello. Aunt Widia said that her husband is doing a lot of work lately.

My lyrics about Mandala's face turned out to be handsome and gentle. Really bad guy. Not that my papa is not gentle, it's just that the aura of the Mandala om is very strong. Like the man on the second floor earlier too. Maybe that's how rich people are.

But wait, wait,

Why does this Mandala look like the man I saw in front of my room?

Is that not his sister?

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