The Ghost Handsome's

TGH 17'S

" I'll never forget my brother. My do'a, wherever you are, may it be best for you. And may you always be happy" Alish said in a trembling voice, trying to resist crying.

" Thank you, " said Zehan Parau.

They continue their journey to the store where Alish works. They were silent for the rest of the way to the store. Drowning with their own minds.

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Three weeks passed quickly. During that time, Alish feels a change in Zeyan. Alish feels that Zehan is now more quiet, more patient and often helps Alish when helping people of course no one knows or sees him.

And during that time, every night the memories of his past keep coming and it becomes clearer who he is. Making Zehan feel the tightness of the very presence.

Zehan still remembers very clearly the night he remembered who he was. He is an only child and inherits one of the Korean-based companies.

Lee's Corporation is the name of his family's company, the Lee family. Zehan's father and mother were Mark Lee and Iriana Sabilla. Zehan's mother was originally Indonesian while his father was Korean. Zehan himself named Zehan Lee and he takes care of one of the branches of Lee's Crop company in Indonesia while his parents take care of the company's center in Korea.

Since Zehan was a teenager and at that time Zehan had just attended high school or high school, his parents had left him in Indonesia and taken care of by the servants of their family trust. And for that reason, which made Zehan both piety and angry at his parents.

Zehan also began to rebel, often skipping school, acting rudely to servants and guards, as well as having promiscuity such as going to bars, drinking and drinking when he started college. However, Zehan never played women, only drunk.

After graduating from college and serving as CEO at Lee's Crop company, Zehan's bad nature and attitude became increasingly common. He was cruel, arrogant and arbitrary towards his employees. From yelling, slapping to firing them, even if the mistakes they make are trivial.

Flashback on, uh,,

" Ze, mama wants to talk to you" said Zehan's mother, Iriana Sabilla.

Zehan glanced at Sabilla who was standing at the door of his room and continued to wear his shoes.

" Ze, when are you gonna be like this, baby,,? " ask Sabilla softly as she approached Zehan.

Zehan, who had finished wearing his shoes, raised his head.

" What does Mama mean,,? " Zehan asked back, then stood up and walked towards his walk in closet.

Zehan grabbed his favorite army green jacket with red on the inside, not forgetting the hat with the same color. He wore it as he walked over to his mother who still did not answer his question.

" You mean, how long do you want to be arrogant, cruel and unruly and always go to the bar and come home late at night drunk, right,,? " Sabilla repeated her question.

Zehan stood in front of Sabilla while frowning his forehead.

" Who's wrong until Ze acts like this,,? " Zehan asked back in a soft voice.

Sabilla was speechless while Ze let out a long sigh and threw it away violently.

" Ze is sometimes confused and often wonders, actually Ze's biological son Mama and Papa or not,,? " ask Zehan again.

Sabilla gasped at Zehan's question.

" Of course you're our son, why can you ask like that, dear,,? " sahut Sabilla is sad.

" Really,,? Then why with how many years you have left Ze alone here only accompanied by Bi Minah and Uncle Rahmad. Mama and Papa make a waiter and driver as Ze's nanny. Ze's parents here they or Mama Papa,,? " excited Zehan piety.

Plakk,,, uh,,,

Sabilla slapped Zehan's right cheek. Zehan held the cheek of the former slap of the Mama while smiling wryly. A few seconds later, Sabilla regained her senses while looking at her trembling hands and teary eyes.

" Thank you for the slap, Ma. Ze left, " said Zehan and left Sabilla who was still silent in Zehan's room.

Sabilla regained her senses, then ran after Zehan who was walking down the stairs of her house.

Zehan continued walking without looking. Bi Minah awaits Zehan under the stairs.

" OZ,,,!!! " call Sabilla again with more vigor.

" Den, though,,. That Madam called Aden. " said Bi Minah as soon as Zehan arrived in front of her.

" Just leave it, Bi. Ze went, and did not come home tonight, "said Zehan as he passed without looking at Bi Minah.

Sabilla was crying at the end of the stairs, while Zehan was out of the house to the garage.

Uncle Rahmad, who was wiping Zehan's car, turned to Zehan who walked up to him.

" Aden wants to go again, okay,,? " ask Uncle Rahmad gently.

" Yes, Uncle. And tonight Ze ga returns home. " said Zehan.

" Why Den,,? Fighting again with the Madam,,? " ask Uncle Rahmad still in a soft voice.

" Yes, that's it" replied Zehan cuek.

" Not so, Den. She is Aden's real mother. It is not good to be rude to parents ", said Uncle Rahmad.

" Ckk, Uncle do not need to interfere in Ze's affairs, Uncle take care of the car. "said Zehan rude.

Uncle Rahmad smiled.

" It's Uncle Den's job. And it was Uncle's duty to also advise Aden not to act rudely to Madam. Big sin, Den, if we hurt a mother, let alone make her cry. As bad as a mother is, she is still a noble person for a child, because heaven is at Mother's feet" advised Uncle Rahmad sage.

Zehan was upset and angry at Uncle Rahmad's advice.

Plakkk,,,, uh,,,

Zehan slapped Uncle Rahmad's cheek tightly, making Uncle Rahmad's leg take a few steps back. Zehan pushed him violently.

" So,,!! Ze's going. Once again Ze warns Uncle, don't interfere with Ze's business. Remember,,!! Uncle here is only a driver, don't interfere too much with the employer's business. Understood,,,!! " snaps Zehan rudely and gets into the car.

Uncle Rahmad gasped at Zehan's words. His heart aches and pains. The employer's son, who he had been taking care of for years, suddenly acted rudely towards him. Insulting him. Uncle Rahmad's eyes were misty, and with shaky steps, Uncle Rahmad took his feet inside and headed for his room.

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