
Zayn da ze has managed to get the data of Mr. Emmerson, now they sit side by side checking the data of Abraham Ardana Emmerson.
Ze was dumbfounded and Zayn smiled thinly so thinly that it was invisible, apparently his guess was correct..
Rhea Prameswari was the wife of Abraham Ardana Emmerson, which means that Initial E of Rhea was Emmerson. Rhea Prameswari Emmerson, the master and mistress of Emmerson had a son named Ezra Zafeer Emmerson.At once Ze's eyes were teary, Ze turned his head and silently wiped away the tears flowing from behind his black eyes.
" Copy these data, but it looks like if we ask Mr. Abraham he probably won't tell us why his wife died" Zia said.
" But in this mission I think it's about the whereabouts of Rhea's mother's daughter." Zayn said.
" Is there any news of Mr Emmerson's daughter? isn't it so far that Mr. Abraham Ardana Emmerson has only one son, if he has one daughter why isn't he publishing?"..
" It could have something to do with his wife's death, right?"..
Zayn was surprised, he did not think that as far as Miss Ze could think of it to that extent whether she knew something about the riddle of master Abraham or indeed he was like this because he had gotten used to her profession?
'besides this mission Zia and Miss Ze have a lot of puzzles, who are you guys? I'm getting curious about you guys' Zayn murmured in his heart..
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" Mommy, Mama, where's mom?" zayn shouted after entering his house..
Rosa who was in the main kitchen immediately went out to the other daughter..
" What's up Zayn? why scream, what's up?" ask Rosa after getting close to Zayn..
" Ma turned out to be right, sir Abraham Ardana Emmerson was the husband of my best friend"
Rosa was surprised and displayed her sweet smile..
" Eventually, but..." Rosa hung up her conversation..
" Ever now, Abraham had only one son, right? there was no news of his daughter and the only one who was always published was his son"..
Zayn nodded "it seemed like Ze told Zayn earlier ma, that there seemed to be something else hidden why there was no news of Mr. Emmerson's daughter.
" Miss Ze said.." Zayn hesitated to tell his mother this, fearing it would hurt her mother...
" Say what's Zayn saying?"
But anyway her mother should know than her mother knows from others better than her..
" It may have something to do with the death of your best friend, that was presumed by Miss Ze, but we still don't know how to explain it"..
Rosa is instantly moody, she has a bad feeling, what happened to her best friend? was it during her life that she was unhappy or what?..
Rosa felt that Rhea was happy, obviously when she was married and when she was first pregnant even when she met Rhea with their first child. Rhea told a lot of stories about her marriage about her household all running normal and happy. Rhea was married on the basis of love not arranged so it was certain that her best friend was happy, so she thought Rosa seemed like she had to meet with master Abraham so she knew how clear it was..
" Zayn seems to have had to see Abraham for clarity"..
" What is not papa? that danger?"
" He's a good partner of your papa's business, as far as you know he's good, he's generous, he's generous, responsible even he donors in school special children who are from underprivileged families and also often do charity like orphanages.so mamah think he is not evil Zayn"..
" But mah"
Rosa understood the worry of her son, she did not at all worry she was happy her son was very caring and caring for her. Rosa is very grateful to have children like Zayn and Zafira, her children grow up in a rich family they are not arrogant, very humble, generous Rosa is touched by her upbringing and her husband does not fail, even more than what they expected his daughter's son always made his parents proud..
" you just calm down, later let mamah be with papa yah"
Zayn swallowed and nodded, at least his papa will look after him..
' Zia who are you, is it true that you actually have a lot of wounds? mamah says she can see it from your mane, Zia who lo, you've managed to draw my mamah sympathy until she nitipin lo to me to take care of you..
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Crying in silence, isn't that the most painful thing?
It seems that Zia's current situation, Zia who stopped in the middle of the road because she could not resist the sadness decided to pull herself aside. Now she was on a roadside tamam, she was on the roadside, behind the helmet no one knows if the girl is being questioned ..
'Bun, why is it that the more Zia looks for the more Zia gets sick? looks like what happened to Mommy? Bun, Zia has met the mother's best friend, what is the nature of Mother as well as Mother's best friend? Zia needs a hug from Mommy, Zia needs a hug Bun' sobs Zia in her heart.
It was very desirable for Zia to scream, yelling as strongly as possible to vent her pain, she said, all her life she only knew the name of the mother who had given birth to her after turning 17 this was not Sweet Seventeen for Zia but*** Seventeen, Seventeen, when he was busy pondering Zia saw a car that was familiar to Zia..
'Papah's car? that's a papakan car? ask Zia inwardly..
without further ado Zia immediately followed her papa car she was curious where her papa would go in the office camp like this..
Zia followed her papa quietly, she gave a little distance so as not to suspect her papah.before some time her papa car stopped, Zia also stopped from a distance. But immediately Zia scowled to see the place her papa visited..
'Papain papah is here?'
Zia settles the sludge following the father who walked to a place, not how long his father stopped in a vortex.See the papa crouched and put a bucket of flowers on the ground, Zia tried to get closer and hid behind a tree not too far from the papa..
" Dear, Mas's back, sorry to be here again"..
Zia wondered who her papa called dear?
" Rhea Sorry"
'Deg
As long as Zia's body was instantly stiff, her breathing was blocked she didn't hear wrong, did she? that meant..
" I'm sorry if you haven't been able to love our daughter well, Mas confused Mas is still hit for your day. Can't you appear in Mas's dream once tell me the truth, Mas promised Mas will believe. I always believed in you, baby."
When Zia was a child, you often came to lead, right? why did you never come to dream? Zia slalu told me that she always dreamed of a woman who said that she was her mother, that's you, right?"
"Did you still come to Zia's dreams? Sorry if I was angry with little Zia when she told me that you had faded in her dream, I was frustrated that Mas without you dear" immediately Abraham's cry broke, this middle-aged man" cried so bitterly. anyone who sees will certainly feel his sadness, the loss of loved ones is very painful, although sincere but still imprint.
" Well go home, then come again, remember my love will always love you ILove you" said Abraham while kissing the stone engraved very beautiful..
after the departure of Abraham and the man"it had gone with his car, Zia approached to the place where her father had been silent.His feet were very heavy to step on, after arriving all Zia's body trembled with sobs, sobbing, his lips were stiff, his blue eyes were now glassy, Ziaun was crouching..
"B..mother?" as soon as Zia's tears fell she could no longer hold her tears Zia hugged the tombstone, the tombstone bearing the name of her Mother Zia's cry was so stifling, Zia was like a volcano Zia's cry was becoming more and more so, it seemed like all the wounds she had been damming were finally overflowing.
Zia never cried, she cried in the maelstrom of her mother. She is the only daughter of Abraham Ardana Emmerson. She's the Emmerson family's undisclosed female cousin she's the Emmerson family's biggest secret. She was a daughter not considered by Abraham's master, a daughter who was never introduced to the public..
Zia Aliana Emmerson, a child who is not allowed to use her own family clan, a child who lives but dies..
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