The Night's

Prologues

Hii.

My name is Ceyan ranzelata, you can call me Ceyan. I know my friend as someone who loves to laugh and be cheerful. I love chocolate, I have a family of cypresses and live a simple yet fulfilling life.

My father was only a Garden Worker and my mother was only a housewife, but my father got a salary that was so much more than our needs, he was a responsible father and a loving mother.

My family is going very well.

Until one day came a bunch of people dressed Expensively and even more than our living expenses, entered our house very politely, I was very proud of him even though he was a rich man but indiscriminate, caste, I'll look great later!.

He came to my house and a woman who was the same age as my mother but was young suddenly hugged me with a strong cry, and 1 man behind me looked at me affectionately, and they call me their son?

what the hell is going on?!

why is this so confusing?

I asked my mother's father what happened.

and they say they're both my biological parents.

what's?!

They are not Indonesians but Koreans?!.

and they say I'm their son?

nay!

and my mother is Novi's mother!

not them!

If they were my biological parents why would they throw me away!

I don't want to!

But my parents said that they just leave me to them, huh?, what makes them leave me?!, Budi's father and my Novi mother said I should follow them even though I saw in their eyes a sense of unwillingness.

What am I supposed to do?

I see these unknown women and men with longing, but I also don't want to leave my parents!.

The clothes of these two couples are very luxurious and elegant.

the man who is the same age as my father but ageless has a stocky body, handsome, generous but he is a little cold I think?.

Women my mother's age but very beautiful because of their natural care orkay like it, have a symmetrical face, Red lips, Ideal Body of the Women, smiling and loving I feel?..

They brought a car that I dreamed of and always prayed for - Lamborghini Black?!, jeez I could only dream of it but they even closed the door of the car very fast without fear of being scratched.

but, I don't want to come with them, I just want to accompany my father and mother for a long time,!, if I come with them how is my mother's father?!, who helps my father harvest radishes in the garden behind the house?, who helps my mother cook radish vegetables, who will follow my father and mother picking fruit in the garden Uncle?!, and who will help my mother?!, who will fold my mother's clothes, who will make coffee for my father, I can no longer play together in the living room on Sunday, I'm not going to picnic in the park downtown on the weekend time, I don't want to lose it, if I come with them, I'll be as happy as I am today?, I'm not going to be?, I'm sure they love me but??..

destiny is in the hands of the powerful, right????