The Retaliation of the Wasted Princess

NIRMALA

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" Welcome, Miss. "

The door of the mansion opened. Diandra only gave a smile as one of the servants welcomed her arrival. He stood on the doorstep staring around his large residence.

His tears fell again, the memory of being together with his parents again crossed the memory.

Usually Mama Veronica and Papa Irsyad always welcome his return with a warm embrace. Now all is just a memory, what remains is only a quiet that will always linger in its heart. In a big house, but feels lonely residents.

After a period of mourning, he decided to return to work immediately. Silence in the mansion will only make it more soluble in sadness.

With a shaky step, he entered the mansion and headed for the family room. The woman dropped her body weight while reaching for a photo together with Mama Veronica and Papa Irsyad.

The tears flowed back, still lingering in his memory that in recent months Mama Veronica struggled to fight brain cancer. But fate says something else. His mother must return to the Creator.

" Miss, I'm sorry to interrupt. "

The words of the butler disperse all the wishes of the girl. In a hurry he wiped away the tears on his face.

" What's up, Bi? " he tried to be calm.

" I'm sorry, Miss. When the waiter wanted to wash your work coat, he found this in Miss's coat pocket."

The waiter handed her an envelope and a pendant which at that time was given by Mama Veronica.

Well, almost Diandra forgot. The events of his death felt so fast, he hurriedly kept the gift of Mama Veronica in his pocket when his mother's heart weakened.

And then open the envelope. There is only the AG logo with the Rajawali bird in the middle. And on the locket, stored a photo of a woman and a man in the other frame.

" Who are they? Are they my parents?" inner curious.

In his mind he began to ask, who is he? Where'd he come from? Who are his real parents? Why was he put in the parlor?

" Reports? Well, I have to ask the owner of the parlor. Who knows then I can find out my origins. "he muttered alone.

He hurried to his parents' room. He believes his mother must still have an adoption letter where he came from.

Hesitating to open the room, his heart shook violently. Memories of togetherness with Papa Irsyad and Mama Veronica again remembered. The girl sat on the edge of the bed wiping her tears back.

" Ma, Dad. Hope you guys calm down there. I love you guys so much." Her mind was crying.

After being quite calm, he returned to his original goal. Mama Veronica wants him to find her family.

Nearly half an hour searching, he was finally able to find the document.

It's called the parlour "NIRMALA". Diandra did not expect it turns out he came from the orphanage that he used to visit quite often with his mother. However, it has been a few years back he never joined because of his busy at the office and plus the condition of his mother who was not healthy at that time.

As soon as Diandra called his personal assistant, he was really looking forward to tomorrow. Tonight he also had to visit the parlor immediately.

***

Tut's..Tut's..Tut's...

Jonathan's phone rang, the man who had just laid down immediately picked up the phone when the QUEEN's name was on it.

" Jo, come quickly. Tonight I want you to take me to Nirmala's home. "

" Good Miss. "

Although Jonathan was confused, he always obeyed the orders of his superiors. In his heart he had his own admiration for Diandra. However, he realized it felt like it was impossible to have a near-perfect woman he thought.

***

In the middle of the night they left for the orphanage which probably took almost two hours to get there. Previously Diandra had bought some gifts and food to give to the orphanage children. It has been his habit since long ago.

The sound of a car stopping in front of the parlour yard made the owner of the parlour feel curious. He came out to see who was coming.

" Miss Diandra? Welcome, Miss. It is an honor to receive your visit here "said the owner of the parlour happy. Diandra's family is a regular donor to the home.

As he entered, he looked around. He was quite happy, the condition of the parlour looked more comfortable now.

The mother of the parlour asked me what Diandra came to see at night. He was shocked to hear that Mrs Veronica had died.

Diandrapun immediately told about the meaning of his arrival. He wanted to know about his origin while showing the envelope and pendant given by his mother.

The mother opened the locket with the envelope. He began to remember events twenty-three years back.

" When I want to go shopping to the market. I was so surprised to see a woman and her baby who was still red being hit and run. "she started telling stories.

" The condition of the road is still quiet, the woman fell drenched in blood while tightly hugging her baby. Fortunately, he saved the life of the little baby. I tried to scream for help, but no one was there yet.

" Save my baby and give me this envelope and locket." I panicked and immediately asked for help as an angkot passed by. However, unfortunately he died on the way." he regretted.

Diandra sculpted, he felt quite tragic to hear the narration from the owner of the parlour. However, there was a suspicion in him when the mother of the parlour said that the woman asked to save her daughter.

" Is it true that my mother was hit or that someone wanted to harm her on purpose? I should be able to find the answer." she determined inwardly.

The mother of the parlour asked him to stay overnight because this was already in the early hours. Jonathan was just stretched out on the bench due to drowsiness and fatigue that afflicted him. Diandra finally decided to leave tomorrow morning, he had not played with the children of the orphanage long enough.

***

In the morning, the children had flocked to the yard when they saw a luxury car parked there.

They were very happy when they saw the presence of Diandra while bringing gifts and also food for them.

He remembered his childhood, it was so much fun for him. Share and mix with the kids and play all day there.

After she finished sharing, the woman rushed to the car that was waiting for her outside the courtyard. He had to go to the office immediately because there was an important meeting at the office this morning.

" BRUGH..."

Suddenly someone hit him, some luggage that seemed to also be given to the orphanage children also scattered there. Hurried Diandra helps pick up without knowing who exactly he hit.

" Aawwww..."

The two of them were both grimacing in pain as their brows involuntarily clashed.

" Sorry. "

The man's words made Diandra lift her face. For a moment the two sat, but hurriedly they turned their eyes. He was immediately gone, reluctant to feel if he had to quarrel with someone this early in the morning.

The young man noticed Diandra's whistle which gradually disappeared from his sight. For a moment he was amazed by the beauty of the woman. It was like reminding him of someone.

" God, what am I thinking. Soon I will marry my beloved. "her inner self is self-cursing.

The young man immediately focused on his goal, he had not been to the orphanage for a very long time.

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