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After a few minutes, the end of his Wira call was raised as well.

"Hallo, Lord Wira's residence is there anything to help?" the voice of someone he knew very well. Sera, the butler in her house.

"Where is Justin?" ask Wira to the point.

"Young master to the master plantation, today Justin wants to monitor the workers as his first day holding the plantation. The young master is also going to the city after the plantation, to buy some supplies for the harvest in two weeks." Shortness, that's what Wira felt.

Justin really matured early on as his request was last night.

"Please tell Alfonso to take Justin to the airport, now. No need to carry anything, just enough of her. Don't tell Sofia anything about this, I'll wait at the airport." Clik.

When the connection was cut off, the butler wiped the corner of his eye. She is so happy that her late master begins to open the doors of her heart to poor Justin.

Justin looked puzzled as he saw the road they were walking in the opposite direction towards the plantation. He had just come from the farm shop, to buy some plantation needs that Wira had handed over to him. And after finishing the driver instead brought his direction indeterminate.

"Are we not going Alfonso's way wrong? this is not the way back to the plantation." Justin began to worry. Was the middle-aged man ordered to throw him away. Various bad thoughts began to haunt his cerebellum.

The driver was silent, for it was the master's order. Justin sat unsettled, their journey was over an hour and the driver had no intention of stopping at all. From the plantation to the city where she was shopping for about an hour. If they had gone back to the way they should have been, they would have now arrived at the plantation.

Finally, the two-hour trip had taken the car to the lobby of an airport. Justin stared in astonishment as well as awe, for the rest of his life he had never walked this far into the city center. The boy stared in amazement at the frenzied scenery of humans seen passing by at the big airport.

"Let's go down young master," Justin just complied, will he be deporting away from this country. Suddenly his heart throbbed sad, as hateful as it was to his. Eyes glazed. If the uncle is still there, the uncle is the only comfortable place for him. My uncle left a year ago.

"Justin.." Justin gasped to see who was in front of him. Wira shouldn't be on her flight by now. He wanted to run around hugging the man but he realized who he was.

"Uncle? I thought you were gone.." Justin said, he did not know what kind of reaction to. Now he calls her a fox, Wira is not her father and she must know herself.

The heart of the Spirit heard Justin no longer call her with the title of daddy as usual. Justin actually built a parapet with his.

Step slowly approached Justin who was still sculpting in his place with clothes ala plantation workers.

The man hugged Justin's little body with a million regrets in his heart. Justin is innocent of any kind, no one wants to be born and then ignored. And he also incised a wound in the little man's heart on purpose.

"I'm sorry dad Justin, sorry. Let's start a new relationship better, come along with daddy. Do you want to, hmm?" Justin could no longer hold back his tears. The little man nodded quickly in agreement. Wira smiled happily, both of them headed to the counter to check_in. I booked a ticket for Justin. And Justin's passport was taken care of a few hours ago by lightning.

The two men said goodbye to the driver and began to step deeper to leave the country with a million injuries.

The driver looked at the backs of two different men of that generation with a sad look. She's glad Wira didn't really leave Justin in Sofia's care. I don't know what the kid is without a Hero next to him.

The long journey of Wira and Justin the end of his drive ushering the two different men of that generation to a new place. The place where all the stories begin. A place where grief is lived inevitably.

"What is this called Jakarta, dad?" Justin asked staring in admiration at the monument of Monas they passed. Justin was ceaselessly staring at whatever they were passing along the way. The smiling hero sees the enthusiasm of the child.

"really. Do you like this town, son?" tanya Wira glanced at Justin who was still busy staring at the scenery of the hometown of the father.

"I like her a lot, dad. Are we gonna stay here as long as he's?" Justin stared expectantly at his question to his father.

The spirit breathed a long sigh, he was confused. Living in the same city as the woman he still loves today is like snaring her neck with a rope. Stuffy. Wira is afraid of accidentally meeting Mishy at any time, and witnesses the happiness of the woman with her husband. He is not ready, and he will never be ready.

"Dad?" The smiling hero then nodded despite his doubtful heart. He went there only to see his mother, even if his mother wanted to meet him. Remembering her had been gone for so long and had never given her any news at all.

Wira stared at the house that used to be where he played when he was a child, now only lives a memory story in an old book. Both parents decided to separate and start their own lives.

"Wow! Daddy's house is huge..!" Justin cried staring amazed at the building of the mansion owned by Wira. The house was handed over to him, because his parents were in addition to already having a new life, also already have another home place to go home.

"This is your home, too, Justin. You're daddy's son." said Wira softly. Justin smiled widely, the smile that he had been trying to achieve now he had obtained. The hero has accepted it with all his heart.

"Let's go to your room, Daddy's been asking the waiter to get her ready before we go home." Wira takes Justin to the top floor, Justin's room is only one room from his room.

Leaving Wira and Justin to adjust their new lives, Mishy is now conducting her chemotherapy sessions at a private hospital. It is not a hospital that belongs to his family.

"Can I go home right away after I get better, Regy?" The woman called Regy stared lazily at her best friend.

"You have to be treated first, you know the effects of chemotherapy are not good. So I'll tell you occasionally, or you'll give me sleeping pills for the next two days." Misy chuckles, she knows Regyta won't have the heart on her. What else is his condition that is not okay.

The mother's sick seedling is now spreading inside her head, affecting her eye nerves to make her vision slightly impaired.

This year, Mishy was on medication. But only want to do chemotherapy after persuaded by the friend three months ago. Now Mishy began to experience hair loss that was enough to make her nervous. This was his fifth session, yet his body reacted significantly.

He only hoped that out of his three children, none of them would carry the seeds of that terrible disease.

"Can I order a wig at the pharmacy, Regy? If there is, order me two with the current hairstyle. I want to keep looking beautiful without baldness." Mishy said jokingly but tucked seriousness behind his light jokes.

Her face now looks very pale, her chemotherapy was just finished an hour ago. And the woman must withstand the effects of the process. Nausea vomiting and pain that spread inside each joint of his bones felt very agonizing.