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Sixty Two

"Ken!"

"What?"

"We eat out."

"But I want it here, Ra. Okay, don't think about it. I will not say anything about you. Just relax,"

"I don't think so, Ken."

"Trus?"

"Ya–" I wave. "I just want us to eat mediocre at the restaurant. Not even at the cafe, papa. Just relax, Ken."

"It's relaxing in my house, too, Ra. You're the one who doesn't relax."

"Yes but why should it be in your house anyway, Ken?"

"Why indeed?"

"I don't want to."

"Oh my goodness, Rara. Just the same as me."

"Don't want to."

"That part of my house, we're not just the two of us,"

I blinked for a moment. "Huh?"

The house is the residence of the Barata family, which is the sister and sister-in-law of the Mandala Maheswara family of conglomerates.

Then ...

"My papa's mom invited us to dinner, Ra," Kenneth told me after seeing my expression of shock just now.

We were?

Just you, Ken. You're the son. Why should I come too? You said that the status revealed in front of the camera of the news seekers is just a setting. Is a gimmick that is always displayed by the artists of the country.

Why then now go to his parents?

I wanted to say a lot of protests and expressions of annoyance, but that was impossible. It's in her house. And in a few minutes from now I'll be dealing with her parents again.

Is it really going to happen again that I have experienced in the Maheswara family?

I hope ... no.

"I'm not ready, Ken." I said as Ken pulled my arm to walk through the front porch of his house.

"Not ready for?"

"Yes, let's meet your parents again."

"Shhhh, don't let me, Ra. What to do to prepare everything. Just dinner together, all right. There's no drama that."

"Yes that. My parents are that handsome, Ra. Same with his family, Om Mandala."

Oh good, if that's the case. At least, lessened my anxiety a little.

"Yes, we're just dinner?" I made sure to go back, before we entered the house.

"Yes yes. But if you want to swim, you can. There's a swimming pool in my house."

I slid Kenneth's arm. The guy chuckled while I was still feeling uneasy because of the situation he was making.

"Yes anyways you. Did I just say that eating is hard to believe? Want to get married tonight?"

I'm not responding anymore. Now we had arrived at the living room, and the two people I knew as Kenneth's parents had stood up to greet me.

Seriously? They welcome me?

Huft, that's just my imagination.

"Hi, Azzura!" greet the beautiful woman with her hands outstretched towards me.

Kirana's sincere smile still hasn't changed like it was at last night's party. Then he hugged me warmly .. again. The welcome that made me comfortable made me unable to think sad. Seriously, the woman is very good at providing comfort.

"Auntie's happy to see you again, you know,"

I just smiled, assenting. "Yes, tan. Same. I'm also happy to see auntie again."

"Thank you for coming to fulfill our invitation." This time the voice came from Damar Barata, who was standing next to his wife.

Although Om Mandala looks warmer and cheaper smile, but what I catch in my eyes is that om Damar looks sincere as well as though more assertive.

I hope so.

No, no, I don't wish I was acceptable. That's not my mind at all. I just hope that I won't meet the people who will hurt my heart again. At least let them talk behind my back. Enough like that without needing to say clearly in front of me that will definitely break my heart.

"Come Zura–"

"Rara, Mah." Kenneth interrupted to tell his mother how to call me. It seemed like aunt Kirana grasped the meaning of her son's gaze. Surely, they are mother and son. Even if it was just eye language, I'm sure they would understand each other.

But what does Kenneth mean?

"Okay, Rara." Kirana's aunt agreed to the child's words. "Let's have dinner, before too late."

Aunt Kirana gently pulled my arm and led me to the dining table. At the table now there were four of us ready to enjoy dinner. And it seems, both aunt Kirana and om Damar focus more on our food first, rather than talking about things that might be more important.

But I hope there's nothing important about that.

My wish was my usual dinner as Kenneth's assistant. But I don't know why my little heart says there will be things I'll hear next. That's premonition. I hope it's not the bad things I've experienced in the Maheswara family.

I hope that.

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