A Piece of Asa In A Taste
Meeting Someone

Frans Been Jackson, a big businessman from Surabaya who lives in Jakarta. The football in the business world is no doubt. Jackson is listed as one of the famous families in Indonesia.

However, it was not his position that stunned Ghani, but his only son. Reymond Been Jackson was a very famous man. It turns out that he is the sole heir in the Jackson family. He has a blood relationship with Alina.

"It turns out Alina was his cousin, but why didn't Reymond recognize her at the time." Ghani murmured slowly.

Then Ghani scratched his cell phone. She wanted to tell Bylla this, but there was doubt in her heart. How will Bylla feel, if she knows that the Reymonds are the ones who took Alina's future.

It is true that their relationship is over, but the former name, there must still be a little feeling. Either a feeling of affection, or just a feeling of sympathy. No matter how much hate and desire to forget, but a piece of memory must still be tucked in the memory.

"But I have to find justice for Alina. I don't know why this house belongs to Om Tommy, either by buying, or they have a relationship. I have to solve this mystery, but I can't do it alone." Ghani said alone.

"Bylla, only she can help me. Yes, I will tell him this," Ghani said with a deep sigh.

Then he went back to fiddling with his phone, and contacted Bylla.

One call has no answer, the second call is the same.

"Maybe Bylla's asleep?" inner Ghani while wiping the green button on the screen of his phone. He contacted Bylla for the third time.

After a few seconds, the phone began to connect. A slow and hoarse voice greeted him from across there.

"Assalamu'alaikum." Sapa Bylla's.

"Vaalaikumsalam. Bylla, are you asleep?" ask Ghani.

"Yes, after we finished the chat earlier, I went straight to sleep. I thought you were sleeping Ghani too, but it's still working?" Bylla asked back. His voice still sounded slow and a little hoarse.

"I don't work Bylla. Actually I'm going to sleep too, but___" Ghani hung up the sentence.

"But what?" ask Bylla.

"There's a little problem, Bylla." Answer Ghani.

"What problems? Ghani, tell me, what's up!" yelled Bylla quickly. No more slow and hoarse voice, he was so enthusiastic when asking about the problems experienced by Ghani.

"This, this is about Alina. Bylla, I apologized earlier. I, i___" said Ghani nervously, even failing to continue his sentence.

"Ghani, why apologize, what is this? Let's say, don't make me curious!" bylla.

"Do you remember Alina's past? He was the son of a rich man who was banished by his uncle. It's a coincidence that Bylla, the house I live in now, used to be Alina's house. He was so scared, he was afraid of being killed by his uncle and aunt." Ghani begins the story.

"What! It's a very rare coincidence that Ghani, perhaps this is the path God has shown to take back, what Alina is entitled to." Bylla.

"I wish so too, Bylla. I really want to seek justice for Alina" Ghani said, exhaling violently.

"Did Alina remember who her uncle and aunt were, was she your producer? You said the house belonged to him, right?" ask Bylla quickly.

"Yes, this house does belong to Om Tommy. I don't know why that could be either. Bylla, Alina's uncle was Frans Been Jackson. Sorry, this news may disappoint you, but this is the reality" Ghani explained at length.

"What! Been, Been Jackson," Bylla muttered softly.

He could not believe the news he had just heard. He didn't expect Reymond's parents to be that kind of person.

"So this is what made Ghani apologize. Reymond, since childhood he lived in Surabaya. I think he knows no, about this. At that time he did not recognize Alina, either just pretending, or it was true that he did not understand." Bylla in her heart.

"Bylla!" call Ghani.

"Ehh, yeah, sorry I was a little surprised by Ghani" replied Bylla.

"It's not like that, I'm fine Ghani, I'm just shocked. Mmmm, then what's your plan?" bylla asked to distract Ghani.

"Actually, I'd like to ask for your help. I, like this, will not be able to do it alone. But if you are, mmm___"

"You take it easy, I'll help you." Bylla quickly.

"Right now Papa is in Paris, but I'm going to ask Om Andra for help. He has a lawyer friend, his name is Om Vino. He often goes back and forth between Jakarta-Surabaya. With his help, we can definitely expose the Jackson family's crimes. Judging from his attitude towards Alina, it could be that the case is not this simple, Ghani," said Bylla seriously.

"You mean?" ask Ghani.

"Alina's family was in an accident, and died together. Fear this is not a coincidence Ghani, but a coincidence. With the help of Om Vino, we can uncover everything. Looking for the motive behind his actions, what is just business competition, or maybe there is a family secret that is not known to the public." Bylla answered her opinion.

Ghani gasped in shock, he did not think at all so far. Ghani swallowed his saliva with difficulty, he did not expect to be faced with a fairly complicated mystery. And again, the mystery involves a great man like Frans Been Jackson. Can Ghani fight him?

***

Five days later.

Alina was getting used to her place. The fear gradually disappeared from his mind. Two days ago, Alina started going to school. She was delivered by the nanny's aunt.

In the same day, Ghani had to swallow a sense of disappointment. Many times he tries to get close to Tommy, and find out the origins of his home. But the result is nil, Tommy is not at all provoked by him.

Vino still can't help. Currently he is still busy in Surabaya, only next week he can go to Jakarta. Ghani can only wait patiently, because trying alone is also not able to. Without a lot of money, everything becomes complicated.

Tonight, Ghani forgets for a moment Alina's problem. He has to show his totality as a singer. This is a big concert attended by many top artists and singers. Ghani does not want to disappoint Tommy, as well as other personnel. This show is aired live on various television stations, he should not make the slightest mistake.

At exactly 08:00 the night the show began. The opening was filled by top solo singer Laura Anastasya. The presenter began to go on stage. Then the next event was a welcome from the director. All sitting sweetly followed the course of the event, Ghani was no exception.

Ghani sat among the other Boundary personnel. Among Tommy's many bands, Boundary was the only one invited to the event.

While Ghani was focused on listening to the director's welcome, he was suddenly startled by the shakes of the phone in his grasp. Then Ghani looked at his phone, there was one message from an unknown number.

Meet me in the toilet, now. It matters!

Ghani frowned as she read a line in the message. Who her?

Ghani has been in a dilemma for a long time, whether it comes or not. He was curious and wanted to come, but also tucked into doubt. Afraid it's just a trap. In business and career competition, many things can happen.

But curiosity overcame his defenses. After thinking for a few minutes, Ghani finally decided to come.

"I go to the toilet first, yes" said Ghani as he moved from his seat.

"Yes, relax. Our turn is still long" Satya replied with a smile.

Ghani stepped into the bathroom. The closer it was to the room, the faster its heart beat. Ghani moved here and there, making sure there was no danger to her.

The bathroom was in front of his eyes, but not a single figure appeared on his nose. Ghani began to fret, and eventually he decided to return.

But just a step Ghani walked, suddenly there was someone calling his name.

"Ghani Alghibrani!" call the man from behind him.

Ghani quickly turned his head, and he gasped in shock as he stared at the figure standing there.

"He___" Ghani's inner self with feelings that began to err.

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