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"Oh yeah, please do me temenin??" Whine, they're still in the car. Kanya had stopped her car at Clarissa's request two meters from Adietama's residence. "Gue doesn't know what to do in front of the Son."

"Ica," Kanya grabbed the hand of her best friend who was perched in her arms, she held tightly and her lips smiled thinly. "Gue can't, you know for yourself how I behave in front of the Adietama family. I still can't be polite with them except Om Gio, even with Aunt Anita I like to talk without thinking. I've helped you to not car with Son, so I hope you can act without me there. Okay?"

"Can't."

"could. You can do it!!" Kanya's hands were raised and clenched, encouraging form for Clarissa. "Lo was quite silent, and answered what they were asked the same. You don't have to ask your son about that night or the truth."

"So I really don't do anything?"

"hey are. What do you expect from her answer?"

Clarissa silently cradled, yes, true too Kanya said, what she expected if it really was the Son.

"Lo was hoping that he said yes and immediately ngajak lo dating, that's it?" Clarissa did not answer. "For so long he was near you because he wanted to be shunned by fanatical girls at school, could it be if that night he deketin lo because there are girls who are menggejer-ngejer him and you happen to be there."

Kanya's right.

Clarissa couldn't pull that off. She forgot her position as a woman who was forgiven by the Son. In her downcast head Clarissa nodded. "really. I shouldn't have missed that."

"Okey, are you ready to go in there? I'm a car at this pace."

"Ready." His clenched hand was raised up. "The spirit of Clarissa, you can definitely."

Kanya smiled faintly. He didn't want Clarissa to expect much of Son. Even Kanya herself still did not find the fact why the Son acted as if he was the one who brought the two special items.

"Gue get off?" Clarissa asked after Kanya stopped her car in the parking lot of the Adietama residence.

"Well, you want to cook here?"

"Lo don't want my anterin?"

Kanya stared flatly. "Ica, you're not a kid that I have to anter. You will have lived here, yes, enter until the living room just do not dare."

"But this is a different feel loh Nyak."

"Yes anything......" Kanya stops her sentence, she sees Anita approaching her car, with very forced to go out followed by Clarissa.

"Why not go down?" ask the beautiful woman.

"Search for lip balm, Aunt." Answer the origin. "You're saying goodbye, Auntie."

"Well, don't you have lunch here?"

Of course Kanya refused quickly. "Sorry Auntie, you have business so you can't stop by."

"It's a pity that Chef Aldo has cooked a lot."

Kanya did not care, she lowered her head and then waved her hand at Clarissa to excuse her. Clarissa is pretty safe in Anita's embrace.

"You're still acting like that to Auntie." Not only do people around who feel the dark aura of Kanya if faced directly to the Adietama family. The family members themselves feel the same way, until now Clarissa also does not understand why Kanya is so unhappy with the family as well as this.

Clarissa's eyes widened when she saw Meysa sitting in the living room with the man she once greeted at school yesterday. Hurriedly he lowered his small head to look at Jeri.

"Good day, Jeri."

"Hallo, meet you again."

Clarissa smiled, she looked down again at Gio who came down from the top floor. "Good day Om Gio."

"Well, you've been hungry for a long time, Meysa looks hungry." Gio's sentence made Clarissa look at Meysa who was still lowered since her arrival.

Gio nodded. "Yuk, to the dinner table? Son and others are waiting."

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"So now Meysa is the same class as Clarissa and Putra dong?"

"Yes Aunty," Clarissa nodded, while Meysa neither answered nor nodded.

"You're gonna love Chef Aldo's scallops, why don't you take them." Anita pulled a bowl of sauteed mussels in front of Clarissa and poured it slightly into her plate.

Clarissa felt bad, Anita should be normal in front of Meysa, her biological daughter. Ever since she came, Meysa had not spoken or raised her face, she was focused on the food in front of her. Clarissa was getting uncomfortable being there.

"Meysa likes what?"

The question just raised Meysa's face, she shook her head with a faint smile. "Nothing."

"Let mama get it."

Meysa nodded again. He looked at Jeri next to him. "Om, when to go home, Mey hasn't done any homework for tomorrow."

Jeri glanced at Anita, she knew this meal was not what Meysa wanted. Jeri nodded. "Finish your meal baby, we'll go straight home."

"Why don't you work here, you're in class with Clarissa and Son." Gio hovered in the small chatter of Meysa and her younger brother. "All right?"

Meysa shakes. "Today Meysa has a promise with Aunt Alia," Meysa grabs Jeri's arm. "Om, let's go home."

"May......." The gentle call came from Anita, the woman sitting in front of her staring sadly. "You don't want to stay with mama?"

Meysa did not reply, she looked at Jeri again. "Come on Om,"

The shift in Jeri's chair forced Gio to stop the sentence he was about to release. "Sorry, ma'am, I'll take Meysa home. Thank you for the lunch," Jeri grabbed Meysa's wrist. "Let's go, Auntie's waiting."

Meysa hurriedly stood up but the other hand had already been grabbed by the Son. Both of them looked at the man. "Mey, mama nanya, don't want to answer?"

Meysa lowered her head for a while before releasing the Son's hand from his hand slowly. She looked down smallly at Anita who was looking at her sadly, then at Gio who was just looking at her flatly. "Excuse me...."

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On the way, Clarissa and Putra did not talk to each other. Lunch together is not fun, was he a bully at lunch? Clarissa hit him on the head slowly. Damnit. Why should he accept the invitation anyway, surely Meysa will hate him even more.

Ah yes, why should he even think about Meysa's feelings.

"A.s..."

"Ha... Yep.. What's?" Shocked, he was so shocked when Putra called out to him.

The man smiled thinly. "It's home."

"Ohh, okay. I'm coming down, thanks."

The son stopped Clarissa from going down, and he asked the little girl to sit down again. "Ca, no one wants to talk to me."

"What's the talk about?"

"Anything."

Clarissa scratched the temple, The son very firmly grasped her wrist. "I don't think so."

"Really?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Anything about Ca, about lunch or about the concert I will answer. BY THE JAR."

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