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Braak!

The sound of the slamming of the car door that Aisya and Alkan were riding echoed in the courtyard of the home. The building was deserted, because Alkan had deliberately vacated it today - so that his foster children would not know the problem of forcing their land and home purchases.

Alkan told Cia to bring her ten foster children to shop for toys and clothes at the market.

And now he and Aisya are in the home, waiting for the coercorate who yesterday wanted to meet with the family of Syarief.

The time has been shown at 10:15 am, meaning that it is 15 minutes from the promised time.

"No time trust!" Aisya dumel.

Both of his eyes kept glancing at the simple watch that was coiled around his small wrist. The clock has many memories, as the reminder of that time was the gift of his Arion or Jungle for the last time, before the young man left without a word.

Without ever saying like or love verbally, only body gestures that always show that Arion does have more taste in Aisya.

"Prophey dear, it may still be on the way." Alkan thought logically.

Aisya did not reply, the girl chose to enter the home. While Alkan was seen sitting on the terrace, the middle-aged man sighed softly. His current mind was the same as Aisya, he would never give this land and house to that person - no matter what price they offered.

"Dad-this is ice makein ko-,"

Aisya's speech was cut off when she saw two luxury cars entering the orphanage. Both of his eyes continued to scan the movements of the luxury sedan-shaped car. Even Ais almost spilled the coffee he brought, for one of the things he kept.

"Is that him?" ask Alkan.

"Ais also doesn't know Well, but one of the cars I saw yesterday."

Aisya immediately entered the home, while carrying a tray for her to save back. While Alkan was seen already standing-up to welcome the guests who came.

Alkan let out a rough sigh when he saw two men coming out of the car, but his breath was blocked when he saw the person who had just come out of the other car - a car that looked more luxurious and elegant.

"Arion?" muttered Alkan.

Alkan even stepped back when he saw the black-glazed, formally dressed, pigtailed man getting closer to him.

The body, the face, the hair, made no difference - although Alkan saw the body of a person who looked very similar to Arion was more contained, tall, and muscular than it was 6 years ago.

"Good day,"

His voice is the same

Alkan tried to neutralize his shock, Penghulu sir seemed to realize something like this Arion man did not remember or even recognize him at all.

"Good day, how can I help you?" alkan said calmly and kindly.

The young man removed his glasses, and placed them on his head.

Alkan looked unable to concentrate, he even forgot to let his guest sit down.

"May, let's go, please,"

Alkan held his breath even more, when he saw the man whose face was so similar to Arion that he continued to scan the area of his house and yard.

"I don't want to linger long, I know that you are the owner of this land and this building. I came here to buy this land and this building, whatever it costs me."

Alkan's forehead frowned deeply, the look could be the same, the voice was no different, but the way of speech and the tone of speech were so very different. Arion had never been this haughty and arrogant, he was a friendly and simple young man.

"Sorry-I don't intend to sell this home. Please look for another land, sir-,"

"Arion Rimba Ranaspatih,"

PRANGS!

The four men who were discussing on the terrace turned towards the entrance. There was a girl in a ash-hijab staring deeply at one of them. Even the tray containing the three cups of tea he brought fell on the floor.

Both eyes are dewy, ready to spill the clear liquid that always comes out of the eye peluruk-when it comes to Arion.

"B-Bang Rimba," he said.

With a single blink, the clear liquid just went down without asking. His legs were still petrified in place, but Aisya's heartfelt gaze kept on the young man.

Is this real? or just a mirage of the face - after yesterday he got a mirage of the voice.

"Sorry, do we know each other?"

Aisya pricked when she heard the words of the man named Arion Rimba Ranaspatih. This young man didn't recognize him? Rimba forgot? or just pretend to forget?

While Alkan-The Father just stared softly at his favorite Princess. She was as shocked as Aisya, and even more so - Arion forgot about them.

What had happened to the young man Alkan had once been proud of, after his two sons? From here we will see what has happened to Arion so far.

Did Arion have amnesia? or just pura?

**RIMBA RANASPATIH

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