The Return of Lost Love

Fear

After breakfast, Arsy assisted other children to clean the dining table and kitchen. Arsy is happy with the attitude of children who are increasingly becoming diligent and also able to maintain cleanliness.

"Sister Arsy, you've got a boyfriend yet?" asked Hanum innocently.

"Hanum, you don't deserve to talk like that. Your task is to study diligently, so that your mind is realized. And now that you're ready to go to school, you can be late." Arsy advised.

"Yes, brother, Hanum no longer asked about that. Hanum will be diligent in learning, so that Hanum's mind is realized. Well then, Hanum left for school huh, sis.." replied Hanum lali hurried away leaving Arsy, but before Hanum kissed Arsy's back.

"Be careful, and don't snack on anything." Arsy said, Hanum nodded and smiled.

After the children have left school, the atmosphere becomes quiet. Then Arsy immediately ready to go to Gantara's grandfather's house. But suddenly Arsy was surprised by a female figure from behind.

"Sorry Miss, there's a message from Young Master." Said a woman startling Arsy who was about to enter her room. Arsy immediately stopped his footsteps, then immediately turned his body back.

"Sorry, who is he?" arsy asked full of curiosity.

"I've issued an order from you to take Miss to the treatment." Answer explains.

"Wait, who does master mean, huh? I don't think there's anything I know as mister." Arsy said, confused.

"Later Miss will know it too. Now come with me, Miss." she replied and asked.

Arsy who felt there was an awkwardness in him was still unable to believe completely. Plus Arsy does not know the figure of the woman in front of him.

"Sorry, I don't think I need treatment. Because I've had a shower and also don't smell body." Arsy said trying to avoid.

"Sorry Miss, this has all been ordered by Young Master. After you've finished your treatment, Miss, we'll change her appearance soon." He tried to persuade Arsy.

"But I have to ask permission first to the owner of this place. I'm afraid I'll get a much tougher sentence." Said Arsy with a lethargic look.

"We've asked permission, it's the owner of this place who told me to help Miss do the treatment." The answer.

"Will I have to do the treatment just to come to his grandfather's house." Arsy's grunt was unwittingly heard by the three servants who were nearby.

"Sir, who is the owner of this place. Why did he mention young master. Who is the young master, don't tell me that I want to be sold by the owner of this place, right?" Arsy asked.

"Later Miss will find out soon. Better now Miss focus on the treatment." He replied as he walked towards Raska's room.

Arsy was astonished at it. Why go into his room, he thought.

It turned out to be luxurious as well as his room, even exceeding that of a star-rated hotel. Arsy's mind is wailing around every corner.

While Raska was out, I don't know where he was headed. Until he did not return. Arsy who was bored in Raska's room with his raging feelings.

Don't don't be right, if I'm going to be sold. In order to avoid the request of the grandfather, he was willing to do anything to his advantage. I should have just told you, and told me to get out of this place. I will gladly do it. The increasingly unsettled mind of Arsy.

After the treatment ritual was completed, Arsy began to self-portray his face which was not so striking. At once Arsy also remembered his marriage with Darma, where he did the treatment and self so very beautiful.

Unsolicited, her tears wet both her cheeks. The three servants were confused, occasionally trying to ask about his sadness.

"Sorry Miss, why are you crying? our master will not torture Miss. Trust us, our master is not as bad as Miss thinks." Said one of the servants trying to convince Arsy and try to calm his bad thoughts.

"That's not what I think, I just think of my past." Arsy answered while wiping his tears, but suddenly his hand was restrained by one of the servants who helped wipe his tears.

"Sorry Miss, if I have been presumptuous. Again forgive me, and we will not repeat our question." He feels guilty.

"It's okay, there's no prohibition to ask. What exactly did the master mean, who? because it was the first time I saw my mom. Then what does it mean for a man named Tara to allow me to do the treatment." Ask Arsy to investigate.

"Later Miss will know it for herself. Now put on these clothes, miss.." replied one of the servants while helping to put on Arsy's clothes.

From earlier the answer is the same, actually the man wants what the hell. It really makes me confused, where from earlier did not look the nose again. Don't don't don't let him drive me. I have to be vigilant after this, before I get in the car I have to make sure not to be easily affected by the solicitation of people I do not know him. He murmured inwardly while clucking in annoyance.

"perfect. Miss really looks perfect and looks very beautiful and also graceful. A blend of colors that perfectly matched the Young master." Say one of the waiters while tidying up Arsy's appearance.

While Arsy was increasingly confused, plus what was discussed by the three servants was only the young master and young master he thought.

Out there, right in front of the gate is already Raska waiting for Arsy. Feeling impatient to leave, Raska immediately ordered his men to catch up with Arsy who was inside.

"Call the woman who is inside, and remember! don't say my name, young master Raska. Just call the owner of this place already waiting for him, or can you say enough young master is already waiting in the car. Show me that scary attitude of yours, I want to see her funny expression." Raska's orders.

"Okay sir, I will follow the young master's orders." The answer went straight inside.

"Good, I want to see her expression so terrified." Grumpy Raska with a fluffy smile.

Still in Raska's room, Arsy was getting nervous after he was really ready to leave. His heart was beating so fast, his mind was floating somewhere. His feelings were mixed thinking that something bad would happen to him. Many times Arsy adjusts his breathing, so that he does not fall into a trap.