My Beloved Arana's

Chapter 5: Meet Alana

Jakarta, Indonesia

"Welcome to Arana's house. Come on in," take Lidia.

As per his shadow, his family home was huge. It is almost worth mentioning as a mansion. Caramel white walls and towering high windows. Arana was even able to see the house from a distance. Well, it is very different from his small apartment that should be said to be dilapidated. But Arana does not have the slightest impression of this building, as luxurious and grand as anything.

Throughout her life, Arana never knew her as her home.

When Arana stepped in, there was someone who ran over before finally hugging Lydia tightly. Arana slightly pegged in her place, looking at the face that was like a betel cut in two from her. It's just that what distinguishes the two is only the curly brownish mane strands of the girl who is limited to the shoulder, while hers is long black.

"Mama, Alana misses mom and dad!" Her energy.

Ah, Alana slightly shifted her gaze. Even the sound is the same, if only Arana could be more cheerful and childish.

"This .. Arana?" The girl fell silent before asking doubtfully when she saw Arana. He immediately cringed. "Why is his appearance so clumsy! How can Alva believe that she's me, ma?"

There are no blue ones from two separate twin sisters. There are no tears of happiness, and no warm embrace. There were only scornful and condescending gazes, from the girl who had a similar face to her.

"Alana, baby. Listen to mama first. We'll take Arana to the salon and dress her up later. Don't worry." Said Lydia calming Alana.

Arana chuckled softly, before looking at Michael. "Can I rest first? I'm a little tired."

"Auntie, take Arana to the guest room." Said Michael told the housekeeper's aunt.

The middle-aged woman nodded. "Good sir. Come on, miss, follow me."

Dragging her suitcase, Arana left the three people in the main room without looking back. He scrimped his clothes and endured the pain in his heart. After seeing her and her twin she was very sure that their faces were the same. They also have almost the same height. Why are they treated so differently?

Look, even he was placed in the guest room.

What, then, distinguishes them? What makes them treated differently?!

"Thank you for driving me, bi." Arana said with a smile.

Her aunt smiled and nodded her head, before leaving Arana in the guest room to relieve her fatigue after air travel for almost a night.

Arana lay herself on the bed and looked at the ceiling of the room, before being dragged away in a dream.

...***...

Geck! Geck! Geck!

"Arana, wake up." The sound of calls and knocking on the door made Arana wake up from her deep sleep. When he looked out the window, the sky was already so bright.

He stood up and opened the door. "What's wrong?"

Lydia was standing at the door and had dressed up neatly. Wearing a blue long-sleeved shirt and a white span skirt, complete with high heels and a purse in his hand.

"Prepare, we will shop and change your appearance. Mama will wait downstairs," he said.

He was about to leave before stopping and turning back around adding a sentence. "And don't forget to wear a mask. Don't let anyone see that you two are twins other than your makeup artist."

Arana lowered her gaze before nodding. "All right."

Does Arana have any other options?

After closing the door to her room, Arana came out after half an hour had passed. As usual, Arana put on her glasses and added a white mask that covered her pretty face. He wore a long-sleeved shirt with maroon-colored knitted cardigans, while his subordinates wore jeans.

Still simple.

While descending, Arana sees Lidia making up for Alana's appearance. The girl murmured when she felt that she had waited too long for Arana to come down.

"You've been a long time, anyway!" His complaint.

Arana just muttered faintly, "Sorry."

He glanced at Arana cynically. "If I don't need you for my plan, how can I let you sit in my car. You carry a lot of germs on your body."

Arana, who was sitting in the front passenger seat, said nothing. He simply leaned his back against the chair and focused his gaze out the window of the car that Alana's private driver was driving in. He is not blind and he is not deaf. He clearly felt the aura of Alana's hostility towards him. Maybe Alana thinks that her existence could threaten the peace of her life.

But unfortunately, Arana did not even think that she would get the slightest gap in the family.

Half an hour by car, they reached the largest shopping center in Jakarta. Alana and Lydia went down first.

"We'll find the things Alana used to buy. You will be escorted by the driver of your favorite place. Just find a woman named Manada, and tell her you're Arana, your mother's son. Mama already explained to him what she should do to you." Lydia.

"I understand." He nodded his head.

Oh, there's one person who's aware of her existence as the daughter of Michael and Lydia.

"Then we'll go in. Mr. Anton, where it usually is." Said Lydia making the driver named Anton nod.

"Good madam!" After that, the car drove away from the shopping center area.

...***...

"Thank you for driving me, Mr. Anton." Arana said to Anton.

"It's my job, non. It doesn't matter even if you have to take non to the end of the world though!" Canda Anton makes Arana laugh.

He opened the door and chuckled, "Haha. Mr. Anton could have. Then I go in first."

"Please non."

Stepping into a large salon and looking luxurious, Arana found that the inside of the salon was more luxurious. Like this is the place where Lydia always visited every week while herself had to work from morning to noon just to pay for her simple occupancy.

Arana gave a smile.

"Hello, can anyone help?"

Arana turned her head and found an official standing near her, welcoming her shortly after she entered. "I want to meet with Mrs Manada. I made an appointment with him. Just tell me Arana's waiting down here."

"Ah, okay. Please wait a minute, I'll call you Madam Manada." The official nodded in understanding before saying he wanted to call Manada. Afterwards, he turned around and left Arana who then sat on the bench waiting.

"Wanna?"

Five minutes passed, a voice called out to him. Arana put the magazine in her hand and turned her head, to find a woman with a long curly reddish streak stepping down from the stairs. Arana slightly nodded her regards.

"Your mother made an appointment with madam. We can start making over." Manada said while looking at Arana from top to bottom.

He pulled Arana and sat her down on a swivel bench before facing her with a big mirror. He held both Arana's shoulders and said with confidence.

"Madam will make you look many times better than that naughty girl, dear~ Just trust on madam."

Arana flashes.

Naughty girls? What do you mean by Alana?

Arana shook her head faintly. How could he be better than Alana? Since childhood Alana has been accustomed to getting luxurious care, so even her skin does not have a single scar. While Arana, even has traces of calluses left in her hands due to often lifting pots and cutting flower spines that will be packed into a bouquet and bouquet.

Alana's hair was as fine and soft as silk, while hers almost matched a broom if she didn't get Amber's shampoo supply when the blonde girl noticed her unkempt hair condition.

Alana's body is tall and slender because of her good diet, and Arana is thinner than Alana because of her irregular diet. Not infrequently a day can only eat a pack of instant noodles.

How could she be more beautiful than Alana?

That seems strange. Even though they are twins, their differences are obvious.