SIBURUK LOOKS LIKE AISYAH

SLAP MELINDA

Do think? Aisyah has completely cut off communication with her family in Surabaya? For I doubt so much about it, Simon!"

"If for that, we cannot conclude for ourselves Sir.. They could have lied, or been honest, because Miss Aisyah never came, her parents."

The look on his face instantly turned calm, and dissolved into his own world - petting out what his secretary had just said. Letting a few minutes pass, and again asked, something that Aisyah could probably do, until the existence of the woman until now, they did not know.

"Simon.." call him suddenly, who broke the silent atmosphere, in the room.

"What's up, sir?"

"Do you think? Aisha knew that all this time I was looking for her - just to want my son. Because until now the difference, we do not know. And it's taken us a long time to find that woman."

"If so, I can't be sure. But judging from the length of time, for us to look for Miss Aisyah, I am very sure - if she already knows - if you are looking for her all this time."

"That's it..." Heed what Simon had just said, before the mouth came back.

"And if it is.. Do you think he ran abroad? Or whatever it is?"

"I mean Sir?" Highlight Simon's eyes immediately stared at his Master, hearing the man's final words - which he did not understand at all.

Upholding his sitting position, with a glint of eyes so focused on Simon - who was intensely staring at him.

"I mean, look at Simon.. Let him live as someone else, or do we go undercover, making it hard to find him."

His young master's words, instantly silenced the man's lips. Kala only realized the possibility of it - could have happened. It could be that Aisyah lived as someone else, until the whereabouts of the woman until now has not been known to them, until now.

"Kabur went abroad, or Aisha could have lived as someone else, it does not rule out the possibility of Master.. That makes it hard to find her."

"If so, keep searching for that woman! If necessary, multiply our men to more quickly find its existence. Because I can't wait to see my son."

"Yes Sir..."

****

Leaves fell from the branches of the tree, as the wind blew with a slight gust of force that was carried into the luxurious villa. The dry leaves are slowly swept away, and collected by themselves following the wind, until carried around the villa area, which still looks foggy.

Without footwear, the slender body stepped its feet towards the balcony of the room. Carving a smile on his face, while circulating his gaze in all directions, enjoying the beauty of the villa, with the cool air in the morning so enchanting.

The direction of view - when Karla stopped, when her pair of eyeballs, caught a very familiar figure to her. who else if it opened If not?! Aditya Wirawan's birth mother, Melinda.

Karla grinned evilly, seeing Melinda's suffering - a lot of satisfaction to the young woman. Who used to dress fancy, now like a waitress with a shabby dress, and based on flip flops that are very far from the word glamour.

"Even the child, and her husband did not know at all, if this old woman, I packed and made my personal servant. But it looks like the rice is worse than a waiter. If the waiter still I give a salary, if this is not at all, I give a dime. And I think he deserves to be called a slave. Yes slave."

Despite her shabby attire, Melinda still looks beautiful - and does not at all detract from the elegance side, Melinda Wirawan - the wife of wealthy businessman Andi Wirawan, and the biological mother of young businessman, Aditya Wirawan.

Trying sincerely to accept the reality, will fate befall him, especially he already knows, if the husband, Andi Wirawan! Married to a woman who destroyed her happiness.

Sweat drenched his forehead, when the morning sun hit the tired-looking face. The grass that has been trimmed, Melinda stacked into one to throw it away.

With a little distress, his two hands clasped full of the heap of grass, to throw it into the garbage bin. Just as a pair of her legs swung three steps, suddenly there was one of the female servants, who took over the grass from her grasp.

"Let me, who threw it away, madam!" pinta Siti suddenly, without asking for approval from the old woman.

Melinda's little smile was painted on her old face, with what Siti did, which was always so good to her, as long as she was in the villa.

"Thank you, Siti.."

The two stepped together, chatting small there - as their two feet swung to the garbage dump.

'Madam! When do you want to live in this villa? Isn't it here, you're just being made the servant of that cunning woman? And why don't you just run away? So that Mrs Karla's crimes can be exposed."

Melinda smiled bitterly. The question that Siti had just asked, slightly scratched her heart which was always overwhelmed with sadness. He misses his son very much. Want to hug her, and say - that Mama misses you so much Adit! And of course, he desperately wanted freedom.

"I want so much freedom. You know very well, how that woman-treated me here. He took my place, and made me his servant. But how did that happen? And how can I be free? If the guard here is so tight. Because really, I miss my son, Siti! I miss him so much."

Siti painted her smile, a pushy-looking smile as it mixed with compassion on Melinda.

"I'm sorry, Madam! Because it can't help you."

"With what you've been doing to me all this time, it's made me so happy. And I'm grateful for that." Painting his little smile, while throwing that warm smile at the young maid.

"Melinda Hallo..." Suddenly there was the sound of someone greeting him, until the gaze that looked straight ahead immediately turned on the origin of the sound.

The faces of the two women instantly turned tense, when they found Karla, who was approaching them.

"Over time we don't see Melinda? And how are you?" With a sneering smile on her to Melinda, who was looking at her hatefully.

"As you can see. I'm fine, so I don't think you should ask, Karla!"

Laughter instantly enveloped Karla's pretty face, hearing what Melinda had just said, which she thought was far from good.

"really? But I think you're lying. Because what I see is far from reality. By looking at your appearance like now, I can conclude - if your situation, very far from good. Don't you remember? If I used to work for you. Even I often accompany you shopping, diboutique-boutique expensive. But now! I am the one who replaces your position. And your situation, is far worse than I was."

"I'm sorry, I'm not interested in what you're saying. Because all the servants in this villa know, if you're the woman who's gonna sell herself to someone's husband, just to get the luxury."

The triumphant smile on Karla's face was immediately replaced by the blushing that had covered her face - the fire of anger that had burned her, because of Melinda's condescending words. Immediately taking her long steps, and as she got closer to Melinda, Karla immediately slapped a very hard slap, on the cheek of her husband's old wife.

"BLACK!"