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"I'm going to give up Aurora's responsibilities to you" Alexander said as he met Herdin in his room.

Herdin looked at Alexander who looked frustrated.

"Why?" tanya Herdin was calm.

"I don't want to lose Zira's trust anymore" Alexander said honestly.

Herdin laughed crisply.

"Lex, if you act like this, I can't believe it either. Just like Rihana and the laennya," honestly Herdin after his laughter subsided.

Alexander shrugged his hair. Confused to explain.

He admits to loving the girl he knew when Rihana disappeared. She even cosplayed as the girl's bodyguard during her modeling career.

But just that. Alexander never wanted to have, as he felt when he was with Zira.

His heart was always pounding unsettled if it was near him. Only when he's with his Zira.

Alexander never felt the pounding in his chest with Aurora. Just a sense of responsibility.

"My heart chose Zira," for that reason alone while leaving Herdin's room. Dizziness if he has to explain it.

Herdian. The answer that sounded origin was actually he was also natural.

His heart chose Aurora. But Aurora's heart never seemed to think of her and choose her.

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"Come, let's go," Puspa asked when it was time for office hours. Bagas even picked up Winta.

"The courtship," ledek Puspa when going through Winta and Bagas. Rihana smiled too.

Winta smiled shyly, while Bagas looked relaxed. They walked to the elevator.

Rihana's heart was rather hard beating when Kak Aya smiled faintly at him. Kak Aya's expression was that she did not know what made Rihana not calm down.

The four of them separated. Winta is driven by a motorbike turned off by Bagas and Rihana riding a Puspa car that has picked her up.

Rihana stared at the road their car was on. A road full of memories with his mother as a child. Unexpectedly, he had even passed it twice without his mother.

And again Rihana did not realize that Puspa looked at him meaningfully.

As soon as he arrived, Rihana was surprised to see Oma Puspa already standing as if he could not wait for their arrival.

"Let's go. Glad you stopped by again" exclaimed Oma Mien Artipura as soon as she got out of the car.

He even hugged her very tightly. It is as if there is an inner bond created.

Puspa who saw it so moved blue. His eyes are glassy. Though it has not been proven that Rihana is really his cousin.

Puspa's heart hesitated to see Rihana's always calm attitude.

Does he not feel what?

Opa, papa and Om Omnya also can not refuse this haru atmosphere that so envelops them. Their eyes are just as hot.

Rihana's eyes also heat up to get warm treatment from his grandmother.

As the hug unraveled, her grandmother wiped away the clear water flowing in her eye patch.

"Come on, we go inside," Oma Mien said as she held her hand. Leaving behind Puspa who could only smile and follow in his second step.

"This is Opa Airlangga. This is Om Cakra, this is Om Akbar, and this is Om Wingki, Puspa's papa," Oma said as she introduced them one by one.

His hand was still clutching Rihana's shoulder, as if he did not want to be released.

Opa and his three Omnya were just as smiling gently as looking at Rihana made Rihana's heart tremble.

But Rihana held him back. Stifling everything with a bloody painful feeling of blood in his heart.

Even Opa Airlangga to the point of gently shuffling her hair made her chest rustle. Feel warm and loving.

His eyes are getting more and more condensed. It felt like he had actually touched the head of his daughter who had disappeared for a long time. His heart is beating fast. There was a miss that he wanted to express. But his lips could not say a word.

Third Omnya even turned each other's faces, memahan feelings that suddenly turbulent great

"Wake first, yeah. Just wear clothes in Puspa's room," said Oma Mien cut off their behavior.

"Yes Oma. Come on, Ri," ask Puspa.

Somewhat heavily, Oma's hand releases her embrace to Rihana.

After the two left, Oma looked at her husband and three sons with eyes that were already like a pond.

"Do you feel the way I feel?" oma Mien's voice rang out in a brick and shook.

Her husband immediately hugged her. His three sons remained sculpted, but inwardly agreed to his mother's words.

"I feel like she's Dilara's daughter. Our granddaughter," Oma said in a hoarse voice and her heart was beating very fast.

"We will speed up the process" said Opa Airlangga also with his hoarse voice. Yes, tonight too they have to get a sample of Rihana's DNA.

They should get the results.

Feelings can be deceiving, right?

Although ninety percent Opa and Oma are already convinced that Rihana is their grandson. Even her three sons began to hesitate to take the test, as all three equally felt Dilara's presence in Rihana.

Puspa took Rihana to his aunt's room first on Omanya's orders. And asked him to see how Rihana reacted.

"This is my aunt's room first" said Puspa as he opened the vast room. It was as if this was his main room inside his house.

Rihana's heart wanted to explode. The room was so nice and well-maintained. For a long time, her mother did not come home.

They used to occupy the restroom to stay together before Bu Saras found them and gave them and mama a room more worthy than her rented room. But there was nothing about his mother's room that he was currently looking at.

And what made him jerk there was a painting of his mother and himself who was only five years old. The clothes he and his mother wore were the same, when they came to this house first.

How could? Unknowingly Rihana looked at Puspa nanar. His friend was watching him.

"That's a photo of my aunt and her son. My cousin," Puspa explained as if he knew what Rihana was thinking.

Puspa also approached the photo.

"They've been here, but Oma was critical and Opa took her overseas. Unfortunately, the security guard did not recognize them," continued Puspa again. His voice looks very sad.

DEG DEG DEG

Rihana felt his entire body tremble.

That's why we couldn't meet.

There was a cry that wanted to spill but was as strong as it was in its hold.

Rihana did not speak a word. It felt that if he opened his mouth, only his cries would come out.

This truth is very painful.

"You can take a shower and wear clothes that are already in this paper bag, yes," said Puspa as he gently patted Rihana's shoulder before exiting the room and closing the door.

Rihana's tears were flowing slowly. He cried silently as he looked at the painting.

They perpetuate it, ma, his inner pain.

His hand approached and rubbed his mother's face.

"Ma, Rihana's in my mama's room now. Ma, how could Rihana say that mom is dead? Rihana can't, Ma. Rihana couldn't," he hissed with his lips shaking violently.

His tears are flowing even more.