Don'T Change My Destiny
14. Chapter 14: Re-Meeting

All the business at the cancer house is done and now Tiara and I are going to Mother's house. I did not want to meet or just see Mas Radit because I was afraid that it would make me fragile or even cry right then and there.

Cancer house?

Maybe tomorrow, next week or anytime I can visit again. Whenever I want to be from not now, when Mas Radit is there.

Not evading or what but back again the early days I was afraid to fall down when I saw Mas Radit forget me when last night I dreamed him with bwgit real but I was wrong dream only lahk.

For the affairs of the madman ralat mas Bayu I already really do not care about that person.

"Bak come on," Tiara's voice was able to make me wake up in my daydream.

"Eh come on," I followed Tiara into the stilt house and modestly away from this town. About three hours to get here.

"Assalamualaikum Bun," said Tiara, taking off her shoes, and I followed everything Tiara did.

"Waalaikumsalam, thank God you have come home dear," Mother's voice from behind the house made me involuntarily nervous even though I had met Mother before.

"Bun, there's Madam Nay nih.." Tiara and I sat on the thin mat.

Mother walked hurriedly towards me and Tiara long negligent floral motifs with brushed hair origin that did not make the beauty rate Mother decreased.

"Oh Allah Nay, Mother thought we would never see you again" Mother immediately embraced me tightly as well as me.

"Nay misses Mother," Mother let go of my hug and cupped my face.

"Mother too dear," Mother kissed my forehead giving me a comfortable and peaceful sensation.

With the presence of Mother and Tiara I can forget about the household, Radit mas, my father and my work.

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After Mother's house I immediately went home not to the apartment but I went to Dad's house. I don't know if I miss this house for almost a year I haven't visited.

In front of the yard I saw a foreign car parked. Black cars, lots of big people around dad's house.

"Who are you looking for?" ask one of the big men to get in my way.

"Assalamualaikum Father..."

My anger towards Dad is gone because I met Mother and Tiara earlier. I want to apologize because these ahkir-ahkir often diemin dad and when Dad invites me to talk I always avoid.

"Waalaikumsalam," it was not the voice of Father but it was a foreign voice and the one sitting on the couch was not Father.

I couldn't see him because he straddled me from his familiar posture, his voice was the same, but I didn't care if I walked past him to look for him, but his voice stopped me.

"Naysilla Handoko is a 25-year-old doctor and CEO of the Handoko group. The first daughter of Mr. Wendy Handoko and mother Prita Monika Putri who divorced 21 years ago, has one sister who works as a nurse or nurse at the cancer home. The former only son of the Laksmana family is Bayu Laksmana. Wife of Raditya Mahendera.".

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Seriate....

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Someone DM it to my Instagram account.

"Sir, whose real name is it?"

"Sir, the name of the older brother is Ayu what is Ajeng?"

"I call him Ayu or Ajeng?"

"Whose brother's real name? Ajeng or Ayu?"

Okay now I answer.

My name is Ajeng Ayu Pratiwi.

Everyday is called Ajeng.

And the name of Ayu is a special name for someone, okay?

So you are free to call anything. Provided you don't call Pre.