Hacking Flavors
Maybe so?!

"Erlan. My name is Erlan."

"Ah.my guess is still similar. There are lan-lan so," said Karina briefly.

"Then, I'll see you later, Erlan! Thank you for all your help when we were at Nevarest. I will never forget your kindness. So if you need help, come here! I promise I will help you as much as I can. Ok?!" Karina.

And I gave her a short nod.

"Rinaya darling, we've reached Oma's house, dear. said chest first yes to her Aro uncle!"

Karina pulls Rinaya to get closer at her.

But Rinaya's tiny hand still clasped my hand tightly.

"Uncle came too, right?" Asked the princess while looking up at me.

I crouched down in front of him to align our views. Just answered his question earlier.

"Uncle also wants to go home to see his Uncle Mama-Papa, Princess.. Uncle misses them" I replied honestly.

"But Uncle will take care of Rinaya again, right Uncle?" Ask the boy back.

"Rinaya, honey, from now on Uncle won't be our guard again. Did Mama explain it to you, son?" Karina reminded the princess.

"But..if Rinaya misses Uncle how?" Rinaya asked with a sad face.

"Rina.."

I gestured for Karina to let me take care of this.

First, I kissed the back of a tiny hand belonging to Rinaya's daughter who I was holding. Then I told him.

"Princess can call Uncle whenever Princess misses. Is that enough?" Ask me back.

"All right.."

A second later, Rinaya hugged my neck tightly. And I hugged her tiny body back.

In a sense, I have an emotional connection with the princess. Because for my six months in Nevarest, Rinaya was the only entertainer I had in the world.

Looking at Rinaya, I was reminded of two twin fetuses conceived by my wife, Laila. I don't know how big the two are now.

'My children.' my murmur is longing.

After exchanging a few more sentences with Karina, I finally returned to being a free human again.

With an overflow of longs and also happy ones that are mixed into one. I quickly rushed towards my family's residence.

Karina was clenching the rest of the money she had into my hands. His word was for my fare to go home.

I accept his gift with my immeasurable gratitude to him.

By taking a taxi, I immediately headed to my family's residence which took about half an hour long trip.

I arrived in front of my residence. The house I built for my little family home with Laila.

I had imagined that I would see my in-laws, Mama Mutia and Papa Ulum taking care of the garden in front of the house. Because usually my two in-laws always do that in the morning like now.

However, an old man whom I did not know was watering plants in front of my house. And I was also quite surprised because my house has now been fenced with a fairly high par.

'When did they build this wall? But when viewed from the moss below, like this wall has been built long enough..?' my murmurs were filled with a confused mist.

Then, I jumped over the fence and immediately hid on a lush mango tree. Throughout doing that, I deliberately used my inner power to camouflage.

My plan is, I want to monitor the situation first and surprise Laila and the others.

Nothing has changed much from my home. Just a few additional varieties of flower plants that I saw were not there before I had a fatal accident.

My gaze then cast aside the entire front area of my house. And I caught the figure of an old woman sitting in a wheelchair.

His age may have reached half a century. When viewed from his face that had shrunk withered.

I'll wait a few more moments. And then a young woman in her early twenties came out from inside the house. The young woman then fed the old woman with something in a bowl in her hand.

And I was again astonished. Because my heart is beating fast when I see the profile of the young woman. His face seemed familiar to me.

"He looks a lot like Arline. Isn't that Arline, huh? If so, maybe Arline has had plastic surgery?" Thought I was whining.

Being in a distance that was not too far away, I could also hear the conversation of the two. I further sharpen my sense of hearing by maximizing the inner power within me. I want to know who they are, and what they're doing in my house and Laila's.

This is the conversation between the two women of different ages.

"Ma. later Nila went home late. There will be an international seminar later in the afternoon on campus" said the young woman.

The old woman nodded and gave the young woman a smile.

Deg. Deg.

Ba dump's. Ba dump's.

My heart thumped when I saw the old woman's smile.

The smile followed by a pair of twin dimples deep enough on both of her cheeks that had shriveled withered. That smile really reminds me of my Laila.

'Laila... Where are you, Yang? Who was that old woman? Why doesn't my heart stop beating so fast when I see it?'

'Did I start to go crazy because of my longing for Laila? So every woman who has twin dimples like her is now able to make my heart beat?' my whisper was swallowed by the passing wind.

"But Mark will be home soon. Lala also said she would stay tonight. So Mama is not alone later." continued the young woman said.

'Mark? Lala's? Who else is that? Was I at home wrong? Or did Laila sell this house after I died after the accident? And now it is these people who occupy our homes?' I continue to mutter.

"Well! It's over. Now, Nila wants to get ready first, Ma. Mama's okay, Nila stay a while. Bi Tum may soon be done cooking," said the young woman back.

The young woman then went into the house. The old woman sat alone looking at the garden in front of the house.

Feeling called by a foreign power, I subconsciously followed my heart to approach the old woman.

I look around the house. The gardener in front of the house is no longer visible. Maybe now he's watering the garden behind the house.

Furthermore, in a few nimble jumps, I knew I was already standing in front of the old woman.

There was a shock that I caught in the old woman's eyes when I discovered my sudden appearance.

Deg. Deg.

Ba dump's. Ba dump's.

Again my heart thumped erratically. And even more uncertain when now I was in a very close distance with the old woman.

I ignored this abnormal heart beat. And I focused my attention on the woman who, after a long time of observation, made me more aware of her resemblance to Laila.

'She's definitely not my Laila! This woman is too old. Almost double my Laila's age, ' I murmured in my heart.

"Sorry Madam, can you tell me, about the previous owner of this house? Her name is Laila.."

My words were not finished, when I heard the woman blur my name. My real name.

"Erlan..? Is that you.. Darling?" Whisper the woman with a voice that is too weak.

Even so, I caught the familiarity in the voice as well as the tone as the woman greeted me.

Deg. Deg.

Ba dump's. Ba dump's.

'The way it speaks.. is like my Laila.. but?!... Could it??!!' inner Erlan shrieked without a sound.

While my heart was pounding faster, my eyes were looking intensely at the old woman's neutrals.

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