
Little Zeo cried in the corner of the kitchen, hugged his knees and then he covered his ears with trembling hands and his nerves closed tightly. The shrill scream and the agonizing voice of the mother. Before long everything became quiet.
Little Zeo dared to open his eyes. One of the male servants who was feeling pity, grabbed the tiny body. And whispered:
"Young master, come with me. Don't be afraid, don't make a sound. Come with me."
Little Zeo grabbed the hand that grabbed him. They strolled towards a black car some distance away in the backyard. Little Zeo was surprised, seeing his mother lying on the back jog weakly.
"Mama..."
"Sstttt... Calm down young master. We're leaving this place for your safety." Whisper the young servant. Led little Zeo into the moobil beside the drowning mother.
"Mama....." Little Zeo cry. Hugging Rihana's head.
The black car moved slowly. Zeo looked at his mother and then he changed to look at the magnificent house that he had lived for several weeks with his mother.
****
Zeo opened his eyes. He swept his gaze, his heart racing, as if he had just run a marathon. Zeo rubbed his face.
"Dream it again..." Mumbled.
Zeo walked out of his room, he entered a special room. Staring at a photo of a brown haired woman framed large above the fireplace.
"Mama.... In a moment, I'll make them go bad."
****
That morning, Zeo was running around the complex in the morning, on the way home, he met Miss Rosmala. The half-century woman greeted him.
"Mister Zeo, how was this morning?"
Zeo put on a smile on his handsome face."My sleep isn't so good."
Bu Ros's face rippled a little. He approached and whispered.
"What's the young master having nightmares again?"
"Yes, Miss Ros." Zeo said with a faint smile.
"Young master, it's been a long time since young master didn't have that nightmare. What's up?"
"Mom Ros, don't call me young master anymore."
"Yes, sorry I forgot, mister. Ho-ho-ho." throw Bu Ros Sembari raised his palm up in front of his mouth.
"Is Rinjani awake?"
"Already mister. Would you like to visit him?" Miss Ros sniffed her eyebrows with a smile on her face.
"Can?"
"Of course not. It's getting pinched. Ho-ho-ho."Miss Ros looks really happy to tease Zeo.
They can be that close, certainly not separated from their past. Ms. Ros is the wife of the male servant who took her and Mama Rihana out of Rubiandini's house. They were the ones who saved Zeo and Rihana from the terrible cruelty of Ratna because Budi was more fond of Madunya and her honeymoon than he and Damar.
And this time, Zeo also asked Bu Ros to help him keep Rinjani and Sam while in Surabaya without Rinjani's knowledge. Of course, Miss Ros is happy to support her. Moreover, knowing the bitterness of Rinjani while being the wife of Damar and Zeo who loved Rinjani very deeply.
One more day, Zeo and Rinjani are getting married. Although Zeo had offered a magnificent party, Rinjani refused. He doesn't want it. Moreover, a wedding party makes her remember Damar.
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That morning, Nadia continued to feel troubled, she waited for a detective she had hired to spy on Damar to give her report.
A man came and sat across from Nadia sitting. He took off the glasses perched on his face and placed them on the table.
"Mother Nadia...."
"really. How'd it go?"
The detective smiled.
He pulled out a chocolate map and handed it to Nadia. Nadia quickly opened the brown envelope impatiently.
He saw some photos and a flash drive. Nadia's hand shook squeezing the photo.
"This woman.... And... This kid...." Nadia looked at the detective with red eyes holding back her tears and anger together.
"Name as Rinjani."
"I know." Cut Nadia fast."She's my husband's ex-wife."
"And this kid?"
"That's a girl named Rinjani."
"What?" Nadia was shocked. There was a glint of anger in his eyes. His face was already heavily reddened withstanding the turmoil on his chest.
"Do you want to say Mas Damar met them behind my back?"
The detective nodded. The man chose the photos scattered on the table. Then he pulled one and shifted it in front of Nadia. Nadia's eyes widened to see the figure in the photo.
"This man....."
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