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"Yohan Aditya! Wake up! You have morning school, right?" A shrill cry rang out in Han's ears, until the young man covered both ears with a pillow.
Same with one girl figure who tightened her embrace on her roll. After the scream a woman also blared from the bottom floor. For a moment two people in two different places continued their dreams for a moment. Until they both wake up together. Then sit with a blank look.
"What dream just now?" The two men muttered simultaneously. Their hearts are pounding. There was a sense in their hearts that was hard to describe.
"Who is he?" ask the two men back compact.
"Well, are you okay?" Irish nodded slowly. He doesn't know what's going on with him. He had just had a strange dream for him. She feels like she's meeting someone special but doesn't know and doesn't remember who she is.
Even with Han, the man walked straight down the stairs out of his room. "You sick Han?" ask Pasha. The son nodded slowly. He didn't feel pain, just felt weird.
"Did something happen while you were in Surabaya? You've been acting weird since you got back from there. You got a chick pellet over there, huh?" gork Natalie.
"Pelet doesn't work for Han, Maee." Reply Han quickly while biting his bread. Surabaya's? He just returned to town. Why doesn't he remember? And again that weird dream, who is he. Who's the girl who's been showing up on her bed flowers lately.
"Hurry to finish your college. Looks like the Surabaya branch suits you. You've only been there for a month, the progress is very good. There's been a significant increase going on this month."
Han received a file that he immediately read, Shine Hotel, Surabaya, Indonesia. Again a strange feeling surfaced in Han's heart. Shine Hotel, the man felt that he had experienced many memorable things in that place.
"Van, are you giving this to mbak?" irish asked while showing a pretty ring on her finger.
"Wuihh, whose wedding ring is that? Eric gave me the ring. He's serious about the same mother."
One fell on Ivan's stocky arm. "Anyway by the way. I don't know where this is from. That's why mbak nanya. This is not even a simple answer." Groused Irish.
Some time ago he realized that he was wearing a ring on his ring finger. A ring that she doesn't know who the giver is, when she started wearing it. Irish let Ivan see the ring. His sister was down to the ability of the princess from the side of Lendra, where Lana, Mama Lendra is a famous jewelry maker.
"It's not locally made. Outside brand. Where the hell did you get it?" Irish flicked her shoulders, a sign of not knowing. "Bak this is weird. Got a ring this good but don't know who's giving." Ivan said as he photographed the ring. Ivan momentarily observed the ring again. He could see the code behind the ring.
"The work is very subtle, perfect. The craftsman must be this top. Precision, the material is also choice, the details are good."
"What's wrong?" cut Irish directly, he certainly does not understand the words of his sister. The Irish know yes type of fabric, sewing, obras, sewing machine.
"But just don't." Isshh. if there is a tool Ivan can already know it is genuine is not. But Ivan's observant eyes knew it was a real diamond.
"It's original, ma'am. Real diamond. Just how many carats should be measured using the tool. And it's in the store."
Irish grunts annoyed. He had no memory of the origin of the ring.
Elsewhere, Han was pensive at his uncle Somchai's place. The only person that Liong had not erased his memory from. Han daydreamed as he watched his uncle perform a prayer ritual at Longchan Monastery.
"Is there a problem?" tanya Somchai basa stale. While pouring her favorite tea.
"What happened during my time in Surabaya Uncle. Why did Maee and Phoo say I was weird since I got home from there. Uncle's gonna pick me home." Ask Han kepo. The young man was very curious about what had happened to him.
"none. Only you met some souls that were troubling your hotel. You clean it up, that's all." A short Somchai reply.
Han fell silent. "What do you really feel?" somchai Fishing. Han was silent. Trying to string up words, where he will tell the story.
"I feel like I left something there." Answer Han lirih.
"What's that?"
Han moved uneasily, he did not know how to describe the feeling he was experiencing in his heart at this moment.
"Are you like remembering someone but not knowing who he is?" Han fell silent, then nodded.
"Do you feel like you're missing something that you think is valuable?" this time Han nodded many times. Because that feeling is the most dominating. Strongest among other flavors.
Somchai sighed. He knew for sure it was hard and excruciating. Both Han and Irish must be very confused at this time. But that's the process.
"Don't think too much, one day you will find the answers to all the questions in your heart. Just live your life well. I'm sure the dragon god spirit, Liong will always guide you."
The dragon god statue inside Longchan Monastery, twinkled for a moment. With the eyes of the statue shining green. This was known only to Somchai.
"But I can't live with this curiosity." Whine Han. He really wanted to find out what happened to him.
"Not now Han, it's all about time. Trust me, now finish your college well. Take care of yourself too."
Elsewhere, Irish stared at the ring that was on her finger. Beautiful is suitable for her to wear. "The ring is from Chiang Mai. The maker is from there. I never went on vacation there. Maybe I bought it there. And forget."
One remark from Ivan makes all the make sense, makes sense. "But I can't remember when I started wearing it. It's weird" murmured Irish. The girl then took her jewelry box and removed the rose ring, and put it in there.
"My work is getting heavy. Why doesn't Dea heal the pain." Complain Irish. He refused to take another assistant. Because he's a match for Dea.
A hospital in the center of Surabaya. "Hold on in a moment, soon he'll be born. And your rancor will end." Volturi looked at Dea who was in the hospital bed. With a blood bag on his bed. By a doctor, Dea was diagnosed with a blood disorder. Until the girl has to get a blood supply every two weeks. Though what happens, there is a devil fetus that is developing in the Dea. It was only a matter of time until Diavolo's son was born.
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