
Balin sat next to Alexa who was reading a cookbook. The restlessness in him has not gone perfectly.
The shadow of Hardi Russell continues to haunt Balin's mind.
He threw his back against the back of the sofa, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes for a moment.
Then he opened his eyes again, and shifted his sitting position to look at the wife.
“Alexa, do you know who are the surviving members of the Harsa family?”
Alexa cringing. The closing of the cookbook, returned Balin's gaze, and shook his head.
“I know Harsa has no relatives anymore. Why are you asking that?”
“The one who's been after my death is Hardi Russell. He's the father of Clara,” Balin told the point.
“Hardi Russell?” reset Alexa. “Could she...”
Balin nodded. Without Alexa continuing, Balin knew what was on his wife's mind.
“Starting today, we cannot let Kirana out of the house,” Balin said in a quick tone and agitated moving eyeballs.
“But Balin wants until when we will keep this secret. Kirana is already growing up, she should know who her real father is.”
Balin stood up to the window. From where he stood on the second floor, Balin saw Raka's car still parked in the yard.
Balin knew that Raka and Kirana were in the car and they were in a fight.
“I'll tell Kirana at the right time.”
***
Nightfall.
Taps. Taps. Taps.
The black heel shoes that Kirana wore made a sound of footsteps when fighting on the marble floor.
Kirana wears a long black dress with a hemisphere that shows her legs. He walked down the stairs and he heard a loud deheman.
“Where are you going?” Balin threw a sharp glare under the stairs.
“I want to go away for a while.”
“You can't go anywhere. Stay at home,” said Balin firmly.
“But, Pa,”
“No rebuttal.”
Kirana sighed, turned around and went back up the stairs. He went into his room but not to go to sleep, but he opened the window.
Kirana pulled out her phone to call Ken. He asked the bodyguard to bring the stairs under his bedroom window.
“What if Mr Balin finds out and fires me, Miss?” ken's voice was terrified.
“I make sure you won't get fired. You'll even get a bonus if you help me escape the house. Now quickly execute my command!”
“B-well, Miss. But only bring the stairs, right?”
Ken's hunch is not good. She was sure Miss Kirana would not just tell her to bring the stairs
He could have refused, and rather obeyed Mr. Balin, but his brain was not in line with the body. He kept bringing the stairs down Kirana's window, though his mouth was grumbling softly.
“Why is your face like that? Not sincere?” Kirana asked after both of her feet hit the grass.
“I-ikhlas, Miss,” replied Ken with a forced smile.
“Now take me to ruamah Raka,” Kirana pulled out the car keys and threw them at Ken.
Ken sighed. Allegedly right. Kirana not only told him to take the stairs but also delivered them to Raka's house.
They walked cautiously across the front yard, then towards the trunk that displayed a row of dozens of cars.
And among the cars, Ken was confused which car to bring. Then he checked again the key given by Miss Kirana.
Turns out it was the key to Mr. Balin's favorite limousine.
Ken swallowed his saliva with great difficulty.
“Why out of so many cars, Miss Kirana chose this one car. For sure I will be fired,” muttered Ken who froze on the spot.
Looking at Ken who was just silent on the spot, made Kirana pat the man on the shoulder.
“Come, Ken!”
“T-but Miss.”
Suddenly a whistling sound made Kirana and Ken turn their heads.
Kirana ruffled her waist to see Nakula and Sadewa who were already standing next to the limousine in a black suit.
“You said you'd put sleeping pills on Papa's dinner. But why was I stuck too?”
“On the thought of it, rather than sleeping pills it is better to put stimulants,” said Nakula while tidying up his bow tie.
“So, you can be sure all night Papa and Mama will be busy making baby sister dough,” added Sadewa.
“And the guards?”
“Quiet. The guards are now queuing in the toilet.” Sadewa blinked one eye. “You know what I mean, right, Brother.”
Kirana nodded.
“Then let's go.”
The four of them got into the car which then drove out of the Mahendra family mansion.
On the way, Kirana asks Ken to stop the car when he sees another car parked on the edge of the road.
The car broke down. A man was looking down at the machine, and not far from him was a woman in a hairy dress with a sullen face.
Kirana got out of the car. Then greet the woman.
“Madam Marleen, it looks like you are having trouble.”
Madam Marleen was flabbergasted and relieved to meet Kirana. His lips that had been soaked instantly turned into a smile.
“Iya, Kirana. Car broke down. Then I called the mechanic but he sucked so bad,” Madam Marleen glanced cynically at the mechanic who turned out to be Daniel.
Kirana smiled, the plan went according to expectations.
“It just so happens that our goal is the same right? How about Madam Marleen come to my car.”
Madam Marleen glanced at the limousine limited edition car with sparkling eyes. Of course he was happy to ride in Kirana's car.
“Hai, handsome,” Madam Marleen greets Nakula and Sadewa, accidentally sitting in the middle of the twin men.
And the car drove back. Until they arrived in front of the house of the Abhimanyu family.
The large house was crowded with guests from the upper class. The front yard is very beautifully decorated with flickering lights.
Raka and Clara's engagement party carries the concept of a garden party, so the party will be held in the front yard of the Abhimanyu family home which is quite spacious to accommodate all guests.
The arrival of limousine cars invites the attention of everyone. Including Amanda who stuck out her neck in order to see clearly among the crowd.
One by one the passengers of the limousine came out. Starting from Madam Marleen who immediately waved at the group of bunder gangs.
Followed by Nakula and Sadewa who are greeted with hysterical screams by the girls, and finally Kirana.
All guests are invited. Both men and women were flabbergasted to see the figure of Kirana.
Without even asking, they immediately knew that the woman who was with Nakula and Sadewa must have been Miss Kirana who had never been covered by the media.
“Rupanya house secretary Raka no less good with our house,” Sadewa look up with eyeballs scrutinizing every corner of the building in front of him.
“It just looks outside. Try us inside, I wonder what kind of interior,” Nakula invites Sadewa to sneak into the house.
Amanda who saw Kirana coming to the party, immediately approached. He folded his hands as he confronted Kirana, and put on a hostile face.
“Do you want to come here?”