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Prrrttt

Spouts of splashed water soaked the surface of the table when a pregnant woman sprayed it forcefully. With a look of disbelief he shifted the screen slide to make sure that what he read was not engineering.

"Geez, baby, are you okay?" Sambar Haikal placed the fruit salad bowl in his hand onto the table, then held Nala's shoulder while examining every corner of his wife's body in fear of any abrasions there.

"What the hell, baby! I can't move!" Omel Nala brushed off Haikal's two hands from his shoulder.

"Yes yes sorry," glanced at the wife for a moment. "But what were you?" Confused ask.

"It!!" Nala excitedly showed the shocking news on her phone to Haikal. Especially if it's not the news about Milea's true identity?

"I-this isn't Milea? How come?" Just like Nala, the shock could not be hidden upon learning that shocking fact.

"I also did not expect, it turns out that Milea has a higher identity than as the youngest daughter of the Rahardian family," said Nala considering her friend Milea was full of longing.

"It was appropriate that when I searched for his true identity only a few facts could be found, it turned out that this was the reason. His family was really keeping him very tight," Haikal muttered, recalling how he had difficulty finding Milea's identity.

***

"In business that is very necessary and must be mastered is, creativity. Without creativity, our business will just be there. There's no creativity, but the consumer he needs is the attraction, not the durability of the item."

"That's why a businessman must have a broad mindset. In addition, a businessman must also be good at organizing strategies either in buying and selling or in managing finances." Obviously Zaky is long.

Buffing his face with both palms while looking at Zaky lazily. "Why is business so troublesome?" Milea muttered almost to the point of giving up.

Bugh

Milea was left shocked as a thick book was placed quite firmly on the table. Glance at Zaky and the book takes turns. "What?" The question doesn't understand.

"This is a basic theory book in business, read and you understand. If you don't understand something, just ask." Zaky replied, taking a seat in front of Milea.

The woman glanced at the book and Zaky took turns, and hesitantly began to open the book that was as thick as three fingers. "Should be read? Can't you just explain it?" Tanya Milea. The writing is small, the book is thick. He was crazy to read such a book.

"Say you are lazy to read!" Cibir Zaky took over the book and patiently explained the basic theories in the book to Milea.

"Ohhh.." with her innocent smile, Milea nodded in understanding with Zaky's short but easy to understand explanation.

Seeing that smile, Zaky seemed hypnotized to keep staring at Milea's face. When the views of the two met, the two seemed reluctant to avoid and seemed to enjoy the situation.

Dddrrrtt dddrrrtt dddrtt

Their views were forced to break when Milea's cell phone rang. Milea quickly grabbed him and walked away from the misbehaving Zaky.

"Lea..."

That simple call from the soft voice of the woman across there made Milea's heart warm, her gaze blank as she got to know whose voice it was.

"Let's meet at our favorite cafe first," asked Milea understand her best friend was awkward talking to her because of her identity.

"alright. I'll be there soon..."

After the call was cut off, Milea stared straight out the window revealing dozens and possibly hundreds of other people's buildings and houses that looked small from up there.

"Hi Milea, long time no see. How you doing?" Sapa Nala clumsily as they have been reunited at Nala, Milea and Anna's favorite cafe during Junior High.

As if understanding Milea's gaze fixed on her stomach that began to bulge, Nala slowly stroked her. "I've been five months" she smiled happily as she stroked her child behind her distended belly.

"Congratulations on your pregnancy, I'm so happy to see you happy. It's not wrong for me to support your husband to kidnap you at your wedding with Riandy" Milea said sincerely.

"Haha I'm more and more convinced, your choice is never wrong." Little Nala's laughter followed the small ruckus of Milea.

"So?" Actually he knows why Nala called him, but we let the mouth talk.

"Are you really Gren Arceleon's grandson?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Exclicate, not lift?"

"Original."

Nala looked at Milea inside, "how could it be? As far as I know your grandmother married a Jogja native," said Nala did not understand what relationship so Milea the original grandson of Gren Arceleon.

Small smile with a bright look. "I don't really know either, but after I ran away from home. I started living with my grandmother in Chicago. Until one day, Grandpa came home...."

Tok tok tok tok

"Wait a minute!!" Shouted Milea quickly finished her laundry and walked out of the kitchen. "Who's grandma?" Tanya Milea approached Fitri who was staring at the door.

A middle-aged man with a firm body posture was standing before the door in formal attire, beside him was a person younger than him.

"Who's dad?" Milea asked plainly at the man, because indeed she did not understand what the problem of her grandmother with Gren Arceleon.

"You..." Gren stared at Haru Milea's innocent eyes which were exactly the same as hers.

"Milea's in! And for you, you better go! We are not accepting any guests!" Usher Fitri was about to close the door but Gren quickly put up with it.

"Fitri, you can't treat me like this. I know that the woman beside you is my daughter, right?!" Gren said staring at Fitri who actually cast a hateful look at him.

"Your daughter?! She's not your daughter! Your daughter is dead!" Fitri replied not entirely wrong, because at that time Rikha had died, while the one there was Milea. Princess Rikha.

"lik! My daughter is not dead! I'm sure the woman you're with is my daughter! He inherited my eyes, and my image is there!!" Sangkal Gren does not believe that his daughter has died.

"Grandmother, what does that man mean? Her daughter? Doesn't grandma have only one daughter, mother?" Asked Milea who was confused while in the middle position who did not know what.

"MILEY!!" Snapped Fitri to snort sharply, until accidentally caught off guard so that Gren managed to open the door completely.

"Mother? You mean. You still have a mother?" Gren asked in disbelief. If her conjecture is correct, Milea is her granddaughter.

"Yes. My mother's name is Rikha Gunawan."

"Rikha. You... are my grandchildren?" A look of disbelief mixed up that Gren could not hide when he saw the beautiful young woman in front of him. Millie.

"I told you, your daughter is dead!! He's my grandson, not your grandson!!" Refusals Fitri stares at the hateful figure of the man in the past who has betrayed him. Get her pregnant and marry another woman. Fortunately there used to be a man who was willing to accept all his shortcomings. Her. Agus Gunawan's.

"What proof is there that he's not my grandson! Do I need to do a DNA test, so there's proof that he's my grandson!" Gren does not give up on proving that Milea is his granddaughter.

Fitri silently stared unfriendlylyly at Gren. Decades had passed, but why did this man come back. If to take his grandson, he would never let that happen.