My Aunt is my Beloved
CHAPTER 22 – JEALOUS
Seen in the room Dilan sat quietly on a soft sofa in the private room of his office.
Both of his legs were closed and his eyes looked down with fear.
“Kakek.”
In front of him was also seen a flamboyant old man who was sitting in his suit that looks very harmonious in his old body.
“You're getting thinner, Son Dilan. Do you have trouble eating here? Grandpa had indeed heard that the average cuisine in this place is spicy and too salty, very different from your taste.”
Dilan shook his head politely while answering the grandfather's question.
“No, Cake. Here the culinary has also developed, especially I like the same Makassar satay that I often order at the Nike Ardilla stall in front.”
“Thank God then, Nak.”
It was seen that the grandfather was observing the grandson who was not from his direct descendant with a worried look.
“Oh, yes. Grandfather had given a proper lesson to Cassian's brat. Maybe he made Grandpa's granddaughter stressed to the point of having trouble eating. Anyway if Cassian bothers you again, just tell Grandpa. Grandpa will beat him again until battered.”
“Good Cake.”
Dilan replied with a faint smile upon hearing that the grandfather had beaten the bully uncle to pieces.
Apparently when he saw the uncle bruised that day, it was the grandfather's doing.
Casino Lekata, the third and youngest son of Lekata's founder, Andromeda Lekata, is the most affectionate person to Dilan in his family, although he is not really a grandson of his own lineage, but it comes from the lineage of the older brother, Andrio Lekata, who had left this world first.
Dilan could not hide his fear from the grandfather who always gave off a certain aura of intimidation from his carrier, but it was clear that Dilan was also very fond of his grandfather who he had considered as his own biological grandfather.
“Oh yes, Dilan. The matter with your Grandpa Buyut is over. He forgave your mistakes. So from now on, you can return to Surabaya to lead our main company there. Grandpa also needs to immediately return to Jakarta to take care of our branch company there.”
Dilan should be happy with the statement from the grandfather.
After all, that was what he had been waiting for all this time to enjoy the life of the hurrah in the city of Surabaya which is very different from the city of Makassar where he lives now that is very short of nightlife entertainment.
At least, that was until he was reunited with the aunt who had been separated from him for eleven years in an unexpected meeting on a foreign island.
Plus, Dilan's life in the city of Makassar is somewhat quieter since strange accidents that often happen to him never again since Dilan came to the city.
However, Dilan could only obey the matter he was just a child born from a forbidden relationship who could luckily obtain a good position in the family.
However much Dilan wanted freedom, he knew full well how important money was in this world of hedonism.
And in order for the symbol of hedonism to remain in his hands, he must inevitably remain obedient in his family.
After all, soon Dilan can be well established with his own two feet.
At that time Dilan will pick up his beloved aunt with pride.
Certainly not as a family, but as a beloved lover.
“Good Cake, I'll get ready soon.”
Dilan replied obediently and it seemed that his grandfather was satisfied with Dilan's answer.
But then, the phone rang through his cell phone.
Dilan wants to immediately turn off his mobile phone is the case of the most rape colleagues will only talk about things that are not important, plus the grandfather is currently visiting him.
But somehow Dilan felt that as de javu, as if he would regret not picking up the phone now.
Dilan decided to pick up the phone after receiving permission from his grandfather.
After all he could immediately turn it off as if it were just a useless chat that Jamet would throw at him.
Unfortunately, de javu did happen.
“Dilan, Wawat! Kania accident!”
As if lightning had struck Dilan in the head, Dilan lost her rationality and rushed to the hospital that Jamet had infused her with.
***
“Your injuries are better, right?”
Seen in one of the hospital's VIP rooms, Kania worries about Cassian's condition.
“I told you this injury is nothing to me. Kania treatment last night was more than enough so I shouldn't have to come to the hospital again.”
“But however we have to make sure it more carefully, who knows if you can get tetanus hurt because of a sharp knife.”
Cassian no longer replied to Kania's comments.
He was too tired at the time to move until Cassian just lay on the cushion of the hospital.
“But is it true it's okay? Why do you keep it a secret from the hospital staff that your injury was caused by someone's attack? If only you had told the actual hospital officer, this incident would have been reported to the authorities.”
“Rather than criminals, the journalist was more terrible, Kania.”
Cassian only answered slowly Kania's question in a condition of his body that was filled with fatigue.
“Forget that, but aren't you being too generous? You've just been stabbed, but why did you donate your blood to pregnant women just now that you didn't even know?”
“Well, that's because the O-blood type itself is so rare that I know for sure they'll have a hard time finding it. I know that because it was just me and my mom in our family who had that blood type. I used to hear stories that my mother had difficulty getting a blood transfusion because of the scarcity of blood. I happen to be here, so all of you I help them.”
The atmosphere momentarily calmed down.
There was no longer any response from Kania commenting on his remarks.
Out of curiosity what was happening, Cassian who had just looked at the awang-awang in a tired state then glanced at Kania's face.
Apparently accidentally their eyes met each other.
That fleeting glance made Kania feel a strange sensation in her heart.
Wrongly misbehaving not knowing what else to say, Kania replied to Cassian with a useless comment like, “Ah, <TAG1>Ah, baby yes I can not help because my blood type is B+, hahahaha.”
Without the two of them noticing, apparently behind the door of the room, there had been Dilan observing the harmony of the sudden relationship of the two of them.
“Uncle, what the hell is this? Why is Uncle flirting with the woman I'm appraising?!”
Angrily Dilan said to the uncle who was lying on the bed.
