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Rihana felt very clumsy because her grandmother served her beyond Puspa. There was also Ansel and Kirania who had known him. There were even three more people older than him. But Rihana forgot. One woman and the other two men.

They all included Puspa instead looked at him warmly and cheerfully, as if not angry with the attitude of his oma who even raised them after his arrival.

So also with Opa, Om Om and their wife's wife. Everyone seemed happy with his presence.

There was a chill in his heart to be treated so warmly. And his eyes warmed up again when he remembered his mother. If the mother is still there, surely her happiness will be more complete.

Rihana rubbed her eyes. And without realizing it all looked towards him and looked at each other.

Oma Mien tried to die and hold back her tears. Her aunt turned the other way. The atmosphere of blue haru is so gripping.

When Rihana saw the fresh red meat jerky, again he remembered his mother. His mother always cooked it if he had excess money.

They are very frugal when eating them in order to be stored for the next few days. One meal was just a thin piece of meat smaller than the one on this dining table.

It turned out that his gaze towards the jerky attracted the attention of his opinion. He also brought a large bowl containing many slices of meat made by drumming with a bright red color.

"Do you like this?"

Rihana felt strange because the sound of her opa quivered as she said it.

Attention returned to the two of them.

"Yes, Opa. It looks so good. My mom always made it. When I was a child," he said honestly while taking a piece of the meat slice and immediately executed it, without realizing now all eyes are on him.

Like a mama's making, her mind cheered. There was a longing running in his blood. So dusty. It's been a long time not feeling jerky like this.

It turns out that mama learned her cooking from the oma, her mind with lips full of smiles.

And as if someone moved his hand, he grabbed another piece without knowing if it had now become the center of attention.

Of course Opa, Oma and Om Omnya stunned. Because the way they eat reminds them so much of Dilara.

Their hearts were squeezed to see Rihana enjoying it so much with lips full of smiles and wet eyes, either because of keperdasan or what.

"So now your mama never cooks again?" tanya Om Cakra is gentle and eyes gaze loving.

"Your mother doesn't exist, Om. Ms. Saras could not make it," said Rihana honestly.

"Bu Saras who? Oh yeah, where'd your mom go?" tanya Om Akbar really wants to know. If indeed the girl in front of her sister's daughter, is her sister really dead?

Just thinking about it already made his chest feel tight.

Rihana was speechless with a piece of meat hanging in front of her. He just realized, now everyone was looking at him with a strange look.

Rihana curses himself who forgets where he is. But right now he really misses his mother. When eating jerky earlier he felt his mother was looking at him. That's why he forgot his existence just a moment ago.

"Yes, my mom is gone. Mama and I invited Ms. Saras to stay with her to take care of the home. Ms. Saras is very good. Mama doesn't have to work anymore" Rihana smiled as she explained.

"But where did your mom go?" ask Wingki again.

When Puspa will interrupt, Om Wingki gives him a signal to be silent.

"When I was six years old, my mother died of illness" replied Rihana slowly.

The atmosphere was immediately silent, the sound of breathing was not heard. It was as if all the inhabitants were holding their breath or not breathing at all.

"Bu Saras tried to make this spicy jerky to comfort me. But it never feels the same," said Rihana trying to melt the atmosphere that feels tense gripping.

If this is really his grandson, how unfortunate the fate of his daughter.

Does her youngest daughter have no medical expenses?

Even himself and his grandchildren are always abroad for treatment or walking the road. The youngest daughter and her granddaughter were even very short of money.

Rihana is thin.

"May you forgive me, but this jerky tastes better even though it looks the same" he chuckled softly.

Oma, Opa and Om Om and their aunt also chuckled at Rihana's honesty which sounded very light. So did his cousins.

Although it contained sadness in her words, this girl could say it in a sweet joke.

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"Women are asleep?" ask Om Cakra to his sister

"Here it is," he said, revealing a small bottle of blood. His wife was a doctor who had taken Rihana's blood for DNA testing.

Puspa just fell silent. He's been helping put his office mates to sleep. Because he was the one who had given sleeping pills that were put into Rihana's milk when they were both in the room.

Oma and opa look at each other with heart palpitations uncertain.

"I hope he's not my grandson. Because if she's my granddaughter, it means my daughter's really dead" Oma's voice rang out. The crying broke too.

"But I think he's our grandson. I hope he's my daughter's son, but the way he eats jerky reminds me a lot of Dilara" Opa said, hugging his wife.

Opa, Oma and his three omnya certainly know Dilara's favorite will be jerky made by his mother. Every time Oma made it for her, her three older brothers would disturb her and make her keep it in her room.

And the way Rihana ate had their memories blown away in that time. His eyes were full of twinkle and a smile that could not be separated from his face when enjoying it.

They seemed to see it was Dila who was enjoying it.

Oma's body was shaken. She is just like her husband. May they not be deceived again this time just because they miss their daughter and granddaughter too much.

"I wish he had me, ma. I'll keep him more protective than Dillara" Cakra said with regret.

'I will take care of him too. I'm sure Dilara was watching him from afar" Akbar continued, also very sorry. It could be that they were so late that their sister disappeared until now.

And it's sad if it's true that their sister is dead because they don't have the cost to seek treatment.

"Who is the man who is not responsible. I wanted to beat him up until he died too and apologize to Dilara there," growled Wingki making the one there speechless to hear Wingki's anger.

To this day no one knows what happened to their only sister.

This stuff is so tight. Who is a brash man who is not responsible and let Dilara to bear everything himself.

The tears flowed without being prevented.

"I will tell you soon ma, the result," said Om Akbar's wife while shrinking her tears.