
Yansen, he's lost his way. He walked without purpose. The words from Aleesa's father left him deeply devastated. The words of a person who doesn't say much are more painful when speaking. Moreover, that person always put up a body to defend him. Until a Raditya Addhitama was angry he never brought up the kindness he had given to Yansen.
"Why am I stupid? Why would I do that?" Yansen is really frustrated. On the sidewalk he screamed. She grabbed her hair and in the end she crouched down with her head lowered deeply.
"I should be sincere, but why is it so hard."
He ignored the many pairs of eyes that were looking at him. Not only road users, those who drive also look strangely at him.
"Stress times, yeah."
Not one or two people who say that. Many say the same and are able to hear Yansen. However, Yansen never hugged him.
Nathalie, she's getting word that Aleesa's back. He rushed towards Yansen's house, and sure enough Yansen wasn't home.
"Surely he's going to the airport or to Aleesa's house." The woman went to the airport, but she didn't find the man she was looking for. It had been an hour around, he had not seen either Yansen or Aleesa.
A feeling of urgency is approaching him. He drove the car at a high enough speed towards Aleesa's house. Armed with an address from her father, Nathalie is very reckless. She wants to meet Aleesa in person and says that Yansen is her future husband.
However, it is unfortunate. Tight guard took place in front of Aleesa's house. At first things seemed normal, but when the car was about to turn into Aleesa's house, two people in black suits in white shirts approached him. His gaze was so creepy. They asked Nathalie to open the window of the car. Sure enough, the bodyguard instantly expelled without a soft word.
"You're having been blacklisted."
The language the bodyguard uses is not Indonesian, but English. Their faces were not like the natives. Nathalie started to get dizzy and confused herself.
"What's this tight?" his inner. "Special what the hell is Aleesa," he continued.
Inevitably Nathalie went from there with a grunt as well as an unusually sadistic curse. He was very sure that Yansen was there.
"Tell me," he threatened.
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"We're going to Indonesia. Get ready!"
Mr. R was surprised to hear that. He looked at Madam Zenith with a puzzled look. He tried to ask for repeated remarks from the Zenith madam. He felt wrong to hear.
"We're going to Indonesia" he repeated. "There's something I have to do there, and I want to go to my father's grave." Only Mr. R nodded. There was an immeasurable sense of happiness lodged in the heart of Restu Ranendra.
Madam Zenith saw Mr. R is changing now. His decision now is correct. He was also happy to see the grim face of the bodyguard turned sparkling.
"Are you happy?" Mr. R was surprised to hear that. That shady gaze continued to remind him of a figure he could only briefly hug.
"You're worried about your future wife, aren't you." Mr. R is silent. His mouth is muddled. Where did madam Zenith know. "You can see him soon, even hug him." Madam Zenith smiled at Mr. R and avenged by the handsome young bodyguard who guarded it.
"Thank you, Madam." The middle-aged woman nodded.
"But it's not free." Mr. R swooped both his eyebrows. "For the fee, can I hug your body?"
Mr. R was speechless, he saw the look on the face that was beginning to change on Zenith's madam. "Look at you I'm looking at my son, Raje."
The words of madam Zenith softened Mr. R. He nodded and spread his hands. What a happy madam Zenith. When his hands hugged Mr.'s body. R, there's a taste he can't express. There is a deep sense of longing.
"Raje, is this you? Your name and Mamih's bodyguard are pretty much the same."
There was a melt of tears that soaked Zenith's madam face. Same with Mr. R closed his eyes. He felt this hug was very warm. Loving as the mother used to give to him every morning and before going to bed. Although he received the hug only briefly, but he was able to remember it very well.
"I'm sorry, Mih. I just missed Mamih."
Cuddling each other with comfort and warmth, making them reluctant to let go of each other. They seem to be missing. Until the phone rings and makes Mr. R immediately let go of his embrace.
Lovely.
"Yes, Lovely."
Mr. R forgot that behind him was a smiling Zenith madam listening to his conversation.
"Hug me."
Aleesa's face was puffy and the face seemed to be not glowing.
"I don't like you cry."
Instead of improving, Aleesa's cries were breaking even more. He's looking down deep.
"Wait me. I'll hold you all night long without you knowing."
"No." Restu. "I need you now, Bie. I need you, NOW"
If Zurich-Indonesia were like Jakarta-Bogor, he would have left by now even though it was midnight.
"I'll come without you expecting. Just wait for me, yeah." Aleesa.
"You don't love me, Bie. You don't love 'em." The spoiled fashion of his future wife began to appear. At first it was sad, now it's funny.
"Darling dong with you. Not a time, dear."
"Your husband-to-be really loves you. Aunty saw how your future husband was so worried about you."
Aleesa's eye reflexes widened to hear the words of a woman. Restu was a little surprised. Moreover, the madam Zenith had already taken Restu's phone and pointed her face at Aleesa.
"Ma-dam." Aleesa's voice was stamped.
"Call me aunt," asked madam Zenith. "Trust your future husband. He loves and loves you. I can see and feel the sincerity that Mr. R has for you." The sincere smile he gave to Aleesa.
"Yes, Auntie."
"Tante bless your relationship." Madam Zenith handed over Mr.'s phone. R. He smiled at Mr. R and then go.
"Kok I feel like I'm just settling into my own child's relationship." A murmur that ends with a smile..
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It was a bright morning, but not as bright as Aleesa's. Already last night was made embarrassed by the presence of Zenith madam and now her lover can not be contacted. Before Restu's phone died, a message was sent to Aleesa.
"Don't call me. I have an important job."
Which woman is not emotional when she wakes up reads the message. Within two hours there were fifty messages Aleesa had sent to Restu. However, all of his messages only tick one.
Bended face, with pillow face and disheveled hair. Aleesa descended from the room towards the dining room. There's been Echa and Radit there who just slow down their breakfast.
"Baba's son why?" Aleesa immediately hugged Radit's body from behind. Echa just shook her head to see Aleesa who always transformed into a child when with her father.
"Prospective son-in-law of Baba." Radit laughed. And so is Echa.
"Here!" Radit pulled Aleesa's hand to sit on his lap. He stared at the bead of his second child.
"Why? She hurt you?" Aleesa shook his head quickly. Moreover, the father had looked at him seriously. Echa smiled as she shook her head.
"Certainly? Why?" radit asked "If he hurts you or makes you cry, Baba will cross off the list of Baba's future sons-in-law."
"No, Ba." Radit asked his daughter for more explanation. "When he sends a message Sasa should not bother first. There's an important task he said." Aleesa's face was irritated. Radit and Echa laughed.
"You know, Sa. Began bucin deh," taunted the mother. Aleesa's face was getting bent
"If Baba may know, why do you accept the love of a child you once hated so much for his extraordinary mischief." Radit wanted to ferret out little by little what Aleesa was feeling. Echa is ready to listen.
"Sasa doesn't understand either, Ba. The more mature he is, the more naughty, but strangely Sasa feels always protected if he is with her. His words were vicious, but Sasa felt that he was actually good." Echa had propped up her chin listening to the honesty of her daughter. This is a rare thing. The three children grow up getting closed to the two of them, Radit and Echa.
"The peak at which Sasa felt salute to Kak Restu when he was beaten by someone, but he called the person Papih." Radit and Echa were quite surprised.
"When did that happen?" Radit asked seriously.
"When Om Iyan's wedding." Radit and Echa looked at each other. "His Brandals Sister Restu, but she did not fight back at all. Baba and Bubu know why?" Both of Aleesa's parents fell silent. They were waiting for the continuation of Aleesa's words.
"He said, to the biological parents themselves should not volunteer. Grandpa Addhitama talks like that."
The hearts of both Aleesa's parents were filled to hear it. Aleesa said that with teary eyes.
"From there Sasa was sure that Kak Restu did have a good heart. It's just the outside like that."
Radit and Echa smiled happily at Aleesa's words. They will be good listeners when their children tell stories. It was rare now, and now they both felt very happy. Moreover, this is a heart doctor's advice. Basically Aleesa's recovery can be realized from the people closest to him. Make Aleesa let go of the burden of her mind and keep her happy.
"Listen Baba's fine, Sa." Radit spoke very seriously. "Baba keeps watching you, watching you. One thing that makes Baba give blessing to Restu, you always look happy if you are with him. It's different with your best friend."
Aleesa was silent. When the father does not call someone a name, he is already lazy to that person.
"Sensen gives love to Sasa, but Sasa gets comfort from Kak Restu. That's what makes Sasa fall into a feeling called affection." Aleesa started to tell the truth.
"Then, how was your relationship?" Radit and Echa hope that Aleesa ends her relationship with Yansen. They would also not ban Aleesa and Yansen from returning as friends.
"He's engaged to another woman. LIE if Baba and Bubu don't know." Aleesa's eyes began to water. "That's what makes Sasa dare to reciprocate the feeling that Kak Restu has. Too sick of betrayal, Ba." Radit hugged the body of his second daughter. Echa rubbed Aleesa's back gently.
"Is your relationship over?" Aleesa nodded.
"Sasa asked for a position. Sasa could not afford to have a relationship without the blessing of Baba and Bubu. Sasa felt a great sin when Sasa was with him."
Radit and Echa smiled in relief. The two of them were still able to be patient when Grace started terrorizing Aleesa. However, when Yansen started messing around with Aleesa, the patience of the two of them had already run out. However, they never let out hurtful words. Just a simple sentence, but directly pierced into the heart.
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During driving the car, a happy hue continues to be plastered in the face of someone who wears official clothes.
"I'll hug you all night, Lovely."
...***To Be Continue***...
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