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"What's Ace?" ask mama Rani. Since his arrival from morning until noon today. Ace is moving restlessly. And so is Rangga. His daughter's son looked agitated and sometimes whispered whispers.


"Ma. If only we sold this house. How ma?. asked Ace fear. His heart was heavy asking that. But Ace had to ask. Today is the deadline given by Mr. Hardi. While the debt repayment money has not been in his hands.


Ace was indeed honest with Mr. Hans. But the response of her pura husband was unsatisfactory. The man was silent and did not comment. And Ace was very sure. Hans' departure from the city two days ago as a sign of indifference to the problems Ace now faces. The Ace even very clearly tells that today is the payout limit.


Ace became self-conscious as a pura wife. Ace can't demand much. If you know this the reality. Ace would not be willing to be the wife of a temple. It feels like the burden and the sins are growing.


Mama Rani let out a long breath. And Ace judged it if Mama Rani heavily sold the house.


"Think there's no question, ma'am. Ace only if only," said Ace again. The silent Mama Rani was enough for Ace to conclude his mother's answer. Ace immediately regretted the question because Ace had known his mother's answer a long time ago. Now Ace's fear is increasing to see the mother who looks to shed tears.


Ace hugged Rani's mom. As a woman, Ace could feel the pain of his mother. Divorced for the sake of other women and his property taken of course makes Mama Rani sick even to stroke.


Mama Rani is a kind and devoted woman to her husband and family. Unfortunately, only her former father-in-law remembers the kindness of Mama Rani during her time as Andra's wife. Besides staying away like Mr. Andra who is away from his flesh and blood.


Many times, Ace felt this life was unfair to him. Having a traitor papa. Now she has a pura husband who likes to break promises. Ace promised in his heart, if the house owned by his family fell into the hands of Mr. Hardi. Then at that time, Ace will decide the marriage of the temple for the reason he is willing to become a servant even a temple wife just for reasons of debt and the house.


In another room, Rangga was no less agitated than Ace. Rangga clenched both his stairs. His thoughts are still fixed on Mr. Andra. Hate and resentment held in his heart made his face flushed with a hard jaw. Suppose the wages of killing are not hell, can be used Mr. Andra is not breathing at this time.


"Rangga," call Ace along with the open door.


"Sir, I can't afford to lose my mother" said Rangga with a stifled cry. The hour hand continues to spin it signifies the limit of debt repayment is only a matter of hours. Rangga had imagined the worst if their debt was not repaid. Not only the house that belongs to Pak Hardi but the health of Mama Rani is also a bet. Mama Rani has had a stroke. If burdened with heavy thoughts will be at risk of stroke back. As a result do not play a game.complete paralysis or even death.


Ace grabbed his sister's body and hugged Rangga. The same thing Ace feared. Hugging each other is just the way they strengthen each other.


The brothers were similarly sobbing and did not dare to let out a cry. They were scared, mama Rani heard their cries.


"Step, hold mom for a second."


"Bak, where are you going?" ask Rangga. Fear was clearly visible on his face. He did not want, when Pak Hardi came to drive them Ace does not exist. Rangga can not face Pak Hardi alone let alone there is a mama Rani who must be worried.


"Mr, go to Mr. Hardi's house. Ma'am, would beg to be given a three-week deadline."


Ace thought about it. He willingly knelt at the feet of Mr. Hardi as long as given a time limit again.


"Go immediately mbak. May Mr. Hardi be kind."


Agree with Ace. That was all they could do waiting for reinforcements to arrive.


Just now, Ace was about to exit Rangga's room. The male voice they knew so well made Ace and Rangga frightened. Their heart rate is beating twice as much. Mr. Hardi's voice was heard up to the room calling Ace's name.


Fear and panic mix together. Ace and Rangga moved out of the room. Their purpose is different. Without being given an aba, Rangga went straight into Rani's mama's room while Ace went to the door to meet Hardi sir.


"Hello Ace's. How are you?" mr. Hardi asked very kindly with a smile made as sweet as possible. The man was very sure that the mansion would be his real property again. Next to him, the man who always escorted himself already held a map containing files relating to the transfer of the title of ownership of the house.


"Good news sir. Please sit down," Ace replied in a trembling voice. Ace deliberately pointed to a wooden bench on the porch of the house so that their conversation was not heard to the room of Rani's mother. Ace felt his heart very tight to hear the voice of Rangga singing. Ace knows the reason his sister sings so that Rani's mama doesn't hear their talk.


"OKAY. Thank you Ace. For now, you may at will tell you to sit somewhere" replied Mr. Hardi. Maybe the man was offended because Ace did not allow them to enter even though Pak Hardi could not wait to explore the house that soon became his.


"Where's my money ce. Does it already exist?"


I swear by anything. Pak Hardi's question was like a mockery to him. It is not easy to make hundreds of millions of dollars in just two weeks only entrepreneurs can do that. And himself?. Just a waiter.


Ace suddenly dropped himself in front of Pak Hardi. Ace knelt with trembling legs.


"Please sir, just this once, please bwriky three more weeks deadline."


"The debt will not be paid off just by kneeling. If only kneeling could pay the debt. I'm sure everyone will be lazy to work."


Pak Hardi's answer made Ace squish.


"I beg you sir. Whatever the conditions I'll fulfill."


Mr. Hardi laughed out loud, making Ace even more frightened. Pak Hardi's voice must have been heard into the house even though Rangga was still singing.


"What do you think Dika?" asked Mr. Hardi to his bodyguard. The question was not to ask his bodyguard's opinion as it sounded like ridicule.


'If Ace is willing to be a mistress why not boss sir. After all, hundreds of millions of dollars is nothing to the boss sir."


An increasingly unreasonable answer and at that time Ace glared at the face of the bodyguard who did not have the ahklak.


"What you said Dika. But baby I'm not interested. Rather than women, I am more interested in possessions. A mistress or a young wife cannot be passed on to grandchildren. Although treasure. It will clearly belong to my grandchildren later," replied Mr. Hardi calmly. He was unconscious, with such a plan. He also bequeathed treasures from the wrong path.


"Ace, the deadline I gave you is enough. If you don't have money now. Empty this house today. If no. Forced my men to take your stuff out of the house.


"I beg you Sir. Please give me some leeway.


"Can't Ace."


Ace's plea means nothing at all. Until the afternoon, Pak Hardi's men really entered into Ace's rumay. Their attitude was extremely arrogant and took out whatever items their eyes could see.


"What's this?" mama asked Rani confused while Rangga tried to evict the Hardi's men.


Ace is squeezing when Mama Rani is also seen to be softened to hear the words of one of Hardi's men. With a head movement, Ace told Rangga to bring Mama Rani into the room.


Ace pulled out his phone. He called Randi.


"Sir Randi, help me, Mr. Randi. The tenant was really determined to drive my family out of the house right now," Ace said when the call to Randi was connected. Ace accidentally contacts Randi because Randi who believes in his reason for being a servant compared to Mr. Hans.


Ace cried not to make Randi pity but his tears that did not stop.


"This isn't Randi. It's Hans."


The answer from across made Ace lose hope. Looks like they really have to give up the house for Mr. Hardi. Ace disconnected the call because he felt there was no point in talking to his pura husband.


Ace ran in the room. That was on his mind at this moment to calm the heart of Mama Rani.