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"Where are you going, ma'am?" idah asked as Mona came down from her room and passed with Ms. Idah in the front room.

"Keep Mbak, there are friends to pick up," Mona said without stopping first, he immediately came out because Mr.San had picked up. Surely the driver is driving Mr. San.

In the car, Mr. San talked a lot about the personal life of mona, interspersed with asking some tours in Indonesia. Later Mr.San wants to visit there, before the cooperation with Mona ends.

"May I ask you something?" ask Mr. San.

"Of course I can. What's up, Mr?"

"I want Miss not to call me Mr. San again. It seems too formal, unable to enjoy this relaxed atmosphere."

Mona frowned, she did not understand what Mr. San meant.

But then Mr. San explained, that he has a good Indonesian name. That's what he found while shopping for food on the side of the road. Mr. San heard the name of a man whose appearance was cool, his smile charming, as the servant served him seemed to be very friendly.

I don't know where to get inspired by an unknown stranger. When Mr. San heard the waiter mention the name of the beautiful man with, "Mas Waluyo."

Mona suddenly laughed lightly after a long time ago when she laughed so loosely as to imagine mister sun Why would it want to be called golden Waluyo

typical Javanese name but it does sound mature and charismatic.

"ahahaha. Why would you want to call that name?" ask Mona in between her laughter.

It is true that Mr. Sun wants to be called Mas Waluyo because the impression has a prestige but simple especially when he sees the man.

Maybe the man had subscribed to the place to eat, until the workers there had familiarly called him by name, not just Pak or Mas.

"Well, Mas Waluyo. So now I'm starting to call that name." said Mona, who was actually laughing still on her lips.

That night was a memorable night for Mona, meaning that she had first come out again with a friend. Although only enjoying some entertainment in Jakarta. However, it was enough to relax his mind.

Back to the time, where he played with his friends who ended up in discotheques or forbidden entertainment places. It is enjoying, but when you go home somehow leaves a burden.

Arriving at the angkringan place in one of the areas in Jakarta, a lot of menus ordered by Mas Waluyo.

Of course, he did not eat everything, meaning not spent. Mas Waluyo only ordered half the portion because he realized it would not run out. However, the foods made him curious, so he did not want to just try one type.

"Mas Waluyo can also eat Indonesian food?" asked Mona in wonder. Why adjust your tongue?

"Either why it tastes so good, my tongue is safe" said Mas Waluyo with a steady nod of his head, while devouring the leftovers in front of him.

***

Meanwhile, at Rara's place, Purba has come to bring some new toys for Azka. The boy was overjoyed as his family gathered all together, including the grandparents of his adoptive father's parents.

"Mom, can we take a picture together?" said Azka asked her mother to perpetuate this togetherness with her baby sister, a new member of their family.

Rara was going to say it right away, but she remembered Azkia and thought that if the boy found out about this togetherness, he would definitely hurt her heart again.

"Let's Mom, it's okay" forced Azka, in fact she knew what her mother was worried about.

"Azkia will not know, if we do not tell," Azka said again.

Rara's heart felt full again, why her son could know the meaning of her heart. Indeed, he was maintaining the feelings of Azkia, in order to regroup. Also, that actually Rara misses the twins that are separated.

"It's okay, dear" said Purba to calm Rara.

In the end they took pictures, some poses with a cell phone stored on a tripod then using a timer, so they were all photographed.

After finishing the photo session, Azka immediately borrowed her mother's phone.

"Azka wants to play the game aja Bu," said Azka and immediately brought a run.

Rara could not resist it, as she was still weak in bed. Ancient, grandmother and grandfather Azka, could not prohibit, let the little boy enjoy his entertainment.

"Azkia, you know not when I asked for this photo? Mom shut up first, rich daydreaming. Maybe I'm afraid you're hurt again, if you know this picture. Mom's been keeping your feelings in check, but I promised I'd send you pictures of your baby brother."

Azkia sent the photo on Azkia's Instagram, of course, through her mother's account. Because Azka doesn't have social media.

It is different with Azkiah. He is indeed an independent child, a broader child of his thinking and a free character. Because it is different, when a child is educated by his father or mother.

So Azkia is more able to use social media than Azka. So Azkia has its own account, while Azka is not allowed to use social media.

"Yes Azka, thank you. Oh, yes, you deleted this message. Bar I don't know." Azkia wants her twin sister.

Then Azka tried to find a place for her way of deleting. However, not found. He then sent another message to Azkia and Azkia then told him how to delete it.

Done already. The twins are getting closer again. However, there is another task, which is just to find time for Azkia to get together with her mother. Maybe only occasionally, because it is not possible also directly separated from Gandi..

Azkia and Azka are still busy replying to messages, telling their experiences without being known by Rara. As Rara knew, Azka was playing a game.

"You're staying here, huh?" ask Rara.

"Yes, I still miss our son. No, want to go all the way," said Purba who has now been lying next to her first child for her and the third child for Rara.

"How's Mona?"

"I've sent a message. Just relax."

***

Meanwhile Azkia who had already received a photo from her twin sister, she smiled. I don't know why at this time there is no resentment like before, who felt himself excluded.

But now he felt only pity for his father. Precisely at this time did not want to leave his father, because no matter how bad he was still Azkia's parents.

Perhaps again due to circumstances, Azkia's adult character grows faster than children her age.

This evening Azkia slept quietly and peacefully, as if she had just obtained a more beautiful life than before.

***

"Oke Mas Waluyo, thank you for dropping in" Mona said as she got off Mas Waluyo's car, which had been nice to mention a new name than Mr. San.

Mas Waluyo also got off the car. Mona thought she wouldn't drive him to the terrace, but her car stopped at the gate.

"Please enter miss, have a good rest" said Mas Waluyo, while at the door of Mona's house.

"Eh, a minute." Mas Waluyo called again, like something was left behind.

He approached Mona, then pulled out a hand to shake hands, only to say good night. However, unexpectedly again Mona's hand was pulled for cipika cipika.

Mona is no longer surprised, because it might have been a normal thing for outsiders to do that, including Mas Waluyo. Until Mona was not as surprised as in the beginning Mas Waluyo did that.

***

Tonight seems like a happy night for some families, namely Azka, Azkia, Mona, Rasa and Purba. They are enjoying their own version.

However, without them knowing there is someone somewhere devising a strategy to destroy their family.

Seriate....