
The mother opened her door and was shocked when she saw Nandini coming.
"Mother... How are you?" nandini asked with a smile greeting her mother.
"Mommy is healthy. You don't have to worry. Where's husband? Did you come alone?" ask her mother and ask Nandini to come inside.
"I came alone, he was very busy. So it can't come" replied Nandini. In fact, he did not want to invite Viktor to come to see his mother.
"Nandini, you look fatter now. Must be because you're happy in your marriage?" Her mother was happy to see Nandini.
"It's not like that. Not long ago I ate a lot, so fat.." said Nandini. In his heart Nandini becomes hesitant to say her intention of parting ways with Viktor. Looking at her mother's health was also her cheerful face, not to the extent of her heart, if she was honest at this moment.
"Mom, I'm going to the office. I just stopped by for a second to see how you are doing,"
"You don't want to drink first?"
"Next time I'll come back. Today there is an important need..."
"Yes already...." His mother then drove Nandini to the terrace. As he was about to walk on the page, Nandini got a message. He immediately opened his phone. "Dad...."
His father said he wanted to meet Nandini right now. There's something important he'll talk about.
Nandini rushes to see her father. They met at his father's office at this time.
"Nandini, I've been thinking about unlocking the secrets of my father's past to my father's family and everyone. You're gonna get some of dad's money because you're my daughter, too,"
His father filed a dossier to sign Nandini for ownership of some of his property.
"This apartment will be yours. Once it's yours, your mother doesn't have to contract anymore" explained her father.
Nandini was shocked and stunned. It was unexpected that he would be given an apartment by his father.
"Sign here." said his father and Nandini could not resist.
"Dad.thank you..." Nandini was deeply moved by her father's kindness. Although long time no see but apparently his father still love him and care for his mother.
Braaakk!
The woman was startled and immediately staggered when she saw her husband hugging a girl. He held onto the door handle and his chest felt tight for a moment.
"Bah.." her mouth called to her husband.
Bram immediately let go of his embrace to his daughter and turned his head towards the voice. He knew the owner of the voice very well, he was his own wife.
"Vivi....?" Bram was very surprised not to be upset because of Vivi's sudden presence.
Bram and Nandini looked at each other. Nandini became anxious that there would be a commotion in her father's office. Nandini took a few steps back and remained silent.
Inwardly, he did not want to ruin his father's marriage. It was enough for him if his father remembered him and cared and gave him affection. In my heart there is no intention to make my father and mother reunited. Nandini realized, her mother's story is the past and the current reality her father is her husband Bu Vivi, Virlie's mother.
"Si...who is he?" Shakily Vivi asked and looked at the girl who had been hugged by her husband.
Bram quickly closed the door to his office. Do not want its employees and staff to know the commotion that may occur due to this misunderstanding.
"Jawab Pah! Who is this girl!" Vivi approached her husband and stood right in front of him. Her head stared hard at her husband's face.
"He is Nandini. She was my daughter before I married you." Bram replied telling the truth though it would be bitter and painful in the heart of Vivi, his current wife.
Vivi.
His feet were boneless.
He turned towards Nandini and stared from head to toe.
"So...you kept a secret this big from me Pah?" Of course his heart was broken into pieces. It felt like crying and screaming when she found out that her husband had had children with other women before they were married.
"Well.I'm sorry. I thought I would never see them again. But destiny says something else. And I didn't mean to keep this secret from you." seeing his wife crying, Bram was also sad. After all, Vivi and she had been married for a long time. Passing the joys and sorrows together all this time.
But the story of the past, also can not be removed just like a pencil streak that will be lost with a white eraser.