
Upon arrival at home, Ayodhya locked herself inside the room and for a few days reluctantly came out of the room, causing concern for Kinar.
"Can't you persuade him?" kinar asked Karin who was sitting on her bed. Kinar looks restless, visible from him who pacing can not be silent.
"I think aunty knows better than me." replied Karin who was busy paying attention to her latest branded bag.
"What really happened?!" Kinar stopped his steps and turned to look at Karin quickly.
Karin is shocked and accidentally throws her new bag. "Ah, i. that." pause, Karin tries to find out the reason that sounds reasonable.
"Auntie must remember the school event a few days ago right?" asked Karin with eyes rolling around. Honestly, he himself also did not know what caused his powerful cousin sulked to bury himself in the room.
Kinar nodded in doubt. "Maybe that's the reason." continued Karin with doubts in her speech.
Kinar was silent thinking. Maybe if his daughter felt bad just because she got second place after the young man Kusumawidjaja? Or is...
Kinar widened his two neutrals when the strange thought disappeared in his mind. He sighed and opted out of Karin's room to discuss the matter with Rolland.
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"I want Ayodhya sent out of the country!"
Rolland calmly replied, "I know what reason you're doing all this."
"Then we don't have to argue and immediately arrange for my daughter not to suffer like this."
"Didn't this all happen because you were the one who spoiled her too much?" Rolland splashed both of his blue marbles.
"Am I wrong? It was you who made it like this!" reply to the fierce Kinar.
Rolland looked straight ahead. "I'll send him back to Britain. Are you satisfied?!" answer later.
"Goodoo. I don't want her to feel ashamed of her friends here for failing to be a winner." and after saying that, Kinar left her husband alone.
On the balcony, Ayodhya who had heard the conversation from the beginning of her parents was just silent. He doesn't care. It is true that according to his mother's assumption, Ayodhya deliberately locked himself in the room because he was really embarrassed. He is not only ashamed of his friends who will certainly look down on him and will mock him wherever he takes his steps, but also ashamed of himself who has failed to become a winner. It could be said that this is black ink in the graffiti of his life story and Ayodhya does not tolerate it. Then he had to remove the ink and start all over again. In his heart Ayodhya was determined to be a winner forever and he would not let anyone occupy the King's seat other than himself.
Ayodhya then looked at the night sky, in his heart he had to engrave the name of Sabian Kusumawidjaja who was in full responsibility for his shame and defeat.
Seriate...