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The rumors kept rolling, not just on television. But online media also heavily reported. Rayyan is accused of abandoning her elderly father. And again, her divorce case was also brought to the surface. Hanna hung up her phone and just put it on her bed.

It was still morning, and it just so happened that today was a holiday. Hanna rushed out of her room and intended to go to the kitchen to cook. Too early in the morning, he broke the news.

"Is the news true?" ask Mr. Handi who is frying tempe. Hanna hasn't answered him yet, Hanna took over what Mr. Handi did.

"It's not like that" Hanna replied. Mr. Handi looked at his daughter, feeling that the life of an artist was not as simple as he thought.

"Too complicated, even often cause misunderstandings" he said, Hanna nodded in agreement. Really have to be mentally steel to be an artist, with the onslaught of news that sometimes does not like reality. Hanna lifted the mature tempe from the frying pan. Since he only had to cook tempeh, then he turned off the stove immediately.

"Well, breakfast" take Hanna. Mr. Handi nodded. Then they sat in their seats and ate their breakfast.

"So, Rayyan's father left Rayyan and his mother a long time ago, and now back well"

"Oh" Mr. Handi's lips rounded.

"She wanted to apologize for her past treatment. But I don't know that many journalists fry the news to be big and not in accordance with the actual circumstances" Hanna explained briefly. The breakfast on the plate is over. Mr. Handi looked at his daughter.

"She's in a lot of pain right now" Hanna added.

"Do what the father's son can do" Mr. Handi held Hanna's shoulder.

        After Hanna cleaned up the used breakfast plate, Hanna rushed to help Pak Handi work on the ironing until it was finished.

***

That afternoon, which is usually at this hour the sun is blazing, a spatter falls. Rayyan let the drizzle hit her body, she walked casually like she was not exposed to rain water. Until he got inside, he immediately got into the elevator. Fortunately the elevator was quiet, so he did not attract attention.

Rayyan arrived on the 5th floor, in front of door number 5. His arrival was to confirm to the old man. Whether he spread the news is not true. Rayyan clenched both of her hands, restraining her anger.

Rayyan was still glued to the door of the room.

Hanna slowed down her steps when she saw the figure in front of the door of room number 5. Her hair was a bit wet, it seemed that outside the rain was more intense. Hanna who accidentally got off on the front street of the hospital had to walk briskly half-run to get there.

Hearing the footsteps that though not loudly stomping, Rayyan realized the presence of someone. Rayyan looked back.

Hanna's eyes met Rayyan's. Hanna felt that Rayyan wasn't okay. That Rayyan's coming here wasn't to forgive her father, it was a hunch that she felt.

"I brought some soup for Mr. Andre, do you want to come in with me?" Hanna tried to smile a little, melting Rayyan's ice. Rayyan was still speechless as she looked at the parcel in Hanna's hand that was lifted slightly upwards. "Yesterday Mr. Andre wants to eat this soup.

And back again, memories of the past. Where his mother often cooked the soup, and his father was very fond of the soup made by his mother. His father had completely torn apart the tranquility of his life these few days.

Hanna smiled again, apparently Rayyan was not interested in going inside.

"I go in first" said Hanna. Rayyan's still stuck there.

        Hanna closed the door, she saw Mr. Andre was watching television. Seeing Hanna's arrival, the man turns off the off button. And the television wasn't on.

"Here you come, how wet? is it raining?" asked the man with a smile, his face looking pale.

"Yes sir" Hanna replied as she placed her bag on the sofa. "Want to eat now? I brought the soup" Hanna showed me the crackle she was carrying. The man smiled happily.

Hanna quickly poured the soup into the bowl. There was rice there already, and Hanna was preparing to feed Mr. Andre. Without them knowing, Rayyan saw it all from a small gap of glass windows that were not covered with curtains perfectly.

The desire to cuss the man faded, Rayyan chose to sit on the bench a bit away from room number 5. He sat there for a while.

        After feeding Mr. Andre, Hanna was helped by officers to clean up Mr. Andre's lunch. After seeing Mr. Andre fall asleep, Hanna exited the room. It was no surprise that Rayyan was not there, but when she was at the end before taking the elevator. He saw Rayyan sitting on a chair and looked at her. Hanna approached and sat down beside Rayyan.

Hanna put her sling bag on her lap.

"Are you okay?" rayyan asked without seeing Hanna. Hanna nodded. "The rumors are too strong, I'm afraid that you'll sniff"

"Are you ashamed that someday I will be your ex-wife?" ceplos Hanna's.

"Not that, I'm just worried about you"

"Not to worry"

"Since you never know what it's like to be chased down into Han's ant pit, and it's uncomfortable, I don't want to involve you in my life"

"I was involved from the beginning, right?" Hanna smiled wryly.

"Sorry"

"Why not go in?"

"Maybe he's been making troublemaking news lately" Rayyan alleged without evidence.

"I don't think it's possible, he's very fragile"

"I don't care" Rayyan was indifferent, she did hate Andre so much. Hanna looked to the side, Rayyan's unfriendly face. As if it does not want to know about Mr. Andre who has been waiting for time. At least that's what he got his info from the doctor who treated Mr. Andre.

"I'm sorry, I don't feel the pain you're feeling, but isn't that blood flowing here?" Hanna held Rayyan's hand. Rayyan hurriedly pulled out her hand. If only he could choose, he wouldn't want to be that boy.

"Why do you want to get involved with him?"

Hanna saw how Rayyan was really fed up with Mr. Andre. "Because I don't want to see you regret later on" Hanna said softly, but firmly. Rayyan looked up, saw Hanna.

"I told you, I won't regret anything about him"

"You forgot, without it you're nobody, too"

"Paid how much are you with him? same guy?" Rayyan hardened her jaw. Hanna looked at him calmly.

"Not everything can be measured by money, he just wants to apologize for the rest of his life, and I don't want you to regret it later, that's all"

"What do you care about"

"I care, Rayyan Sebastian.I care about you"

Hanna got out of her chair and into the elevator, she did not look at Rayyan who was still sitting there. Wrestling with his feelings.