Oh My GiRL, you,
My granddaughter?

Joy was still unconscious, she was lying on the bed in a room

the guest with a body full of bandages covering his wounds due to a car accident that hit him.

"Mrs Antika please mistress dinner first, from earlier the mistress has not eaten, let me take the place to take care of her." A maid persuaded her employer.

But Antika's grandmother shook her head, refused the request from her maid and wanted to keep waiting for Joy to come to her senses.

The maid received a rejection

from his master went back to the dining room to tell his master that his persuasion did not work.

Mr. Farhan heard the complaint from his assistant and felt disappointed, old man

it knew that his wife was doing that out of a sense of longing for the child he had driven away once, a daughter who was unwilling to obey the orders of her parents.

The guilt comes back when

look at the face of the treated victim

in his house it was very similar to his daughter.

Farhan understood that his wife did not want to leave him, waiting patiently for him to come to his senses to question the truth of the allegations

in her heart.

Farhan was convinced that the man who was saved

by his assistant it was the grandson who

he was thrown out twenty-five years

then, their gender is the same and so are the faces of the two who are not much different.

Antika wants to prove that it is not

will the truth of his conjecture, want to hear directly from the lips of people who are still lying with their eyes closed.

Farhan could do nothing to finally let his wife by his will

and told his maid to send dinner to the guest room so that his wife could eat while remaining

on that guy's side.

Farhan asked a couple who worked at his house, how the story began they could find

someone similar to his son.

Farhan was shocked, when he heard the story from his aides if they found the man in a state of hands that are still tied, they suspected if the person was a victim of captivity or more certainly in captivity.

Without thinking, Farhan immediately told his assistant to call his confidant, telling him to investigate the origin and genealogy of anything related to the person who was saved by the maid.

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In the room

An old grandmother looked at the face

the person who resembled her child, stroked her hair, remembering some of the memorable footage she had once done

when with his daughter.

"You look a lot like my Wulan, are you my granddaughter?." Said with still looking while stroking the head.

There were no tears the old woman was dripping, regretting what she had done before

he did to his daughter.

The number of jokes, insults, even a sentence expels also participate in the indulgence of ego and discarding emotions

a mother's affection for her daughter.

"I'm sorry I dumped you." Grasping Joy's fingers tightly with regret.

Antika's grandmother cried, bowed lamenting regret, if time could

spinning surely she would never agree to the wishes of her husband who would throw her first grandchild into Orphanage.

His great anger, made him have no conscience, after the death of his son he only realized what it was like to lose and the void of absence

dear ones.

Although he was covered with a lot of property but losing a child still does not make him happy, regret does come at the end but all is useless can not restore the situation.

Joy's fingers moved about Antika's grandmother's fingers, as the old woman looked up, checking to see if she was not

what he felt just now.

Joy began to open her eyes, her gaze a little blurry as well as her still dazed thoughts made her gather consciousness.

"Where am I?." A weak voice, Joy held her head.

It seemed like the impact on the car made the young mother's head feel pain.

"You're conscious, son? I .. I. call the doctor." Antika's grandmother was about to release her finger link but Joy instead tightened up.

Joy shakes.

"No need, please explain me now

where's it?." Joy looked at the old grandmother before her.

Antika's grandmother explains to Joy that she can be at her house thanks to the help of her two aides who find Joy

in forest.

Joy was silent, remembering the events that happened to her until she was unconscious.

"Thank you, but I want to go home." Joy got out of her bed, trying to sit down.

"Don't do that you haven't recovered, if you've recovered I'll take you home." Persuade grandma Antika.

Antika's grandmother doesn't want Joy

leaving her, she wanted to let go of her longing for her daughter by taking care of her

a stranger is in his house now.

Joy who was still limp could not argue, all she could do was nod and obey the request of the old grandmother in front of her, Joy's heart felt peaceful when with people

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In a park

Mr. Farhan sat under a tree while feeding his beloved bird, talking together with his secretary and his right hand. No need to wait for long Mr. Farhan's confidant can already pocket information about foreigners who are in his house.

No long-winded confidant Mr. Farhan showed all the evidence he collected to his boss.

Mr. Farhan examined and read carefully what was written there, and what

what was in his heart was all evident, the old man's tears instantly dripped down and placed the sheet of paper he held onto the table.

"I didn't expect to be found

with my grandson back, is this a sign that I should make amends for my old mistakes."

Farhan daydreamed while talking to himself, when he realized the reality in front of him

today, happiness and sadness are mixed into one.

She was happy to be reunited with the granddaughter she had thrown away, but she also felt sad because of her meeting this time when her grandson was injured.

"Now you have to figure out what happened to my grandson so he can get hurt

and who did it and the motive behind it you have to look for it." Farhan's orders on his right hand.

The right hand nodded.

"I'll do it soon." Talking while looking down.

Farhan saw his wife walking towards him, "you may go now, ****."

Without waiting for a second order Dicky quickly left the Park, when he passed his great mistress Dicky did not forget to salute.

Antika approached her husband with a sumringah face, as Farhan looked

that sight was a smile

beautiful that he hadn't seen for a long time.

Farhan was happy to see that smile back.

"Sir, he's conscious." Call Antika who wants to share her happiness with her husband.

Farhan returned a smile.

While being close to her husband, Antika accidentally saw the paper lined up

on the table, in his heart appeared a curiosity, taken and then read.

"What does all this mean sir? please explain it to me!." While showing the paper

in the hand, which he had read.

Farhan approached and hugged his wife.

"He's our granddaughter, Wulan's daughter." Farhan said as he patted his wife's back.

Antika was crying, "I expected it, my heart can't be lied to." Antika.

"Maybe it's fate for us to make the mistake I once made." Antika was happy.

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Dicky was about to leave Mr. Farhan's house but he saw a woman arguing with a maid.

Dicky approached and asked what

it happened, said one maid that the woman wanted to get out of the room but the maid

not daring to allow for fear of his master forbidding the woman to come out.

But the woman still rattled and the consequences

he fell down, Dicky approached and helped to stand up.

Without speaking Dicky immediately raised up

and hold Joy. Joy was shocked

he looked silently at who was holding him.

"You .. who?." Slow voice Joy.

Dicky quietly did not answer, walked into the guest room and put Joy on the bed again.

Still looking, Joy ventured to ask." Thank you, can I know who you are?."

Dicky looked, their eyes met.

Deg.

'This woman.' Dicky's little heart muttered as his eyes met the joyyana's bead eyes.

"You don't need to know who I am, you

still not recovered don't come out of

here." Dicky spoke while facing

to the side, not daring to look at the two

beautiful joyyana eye beads.

Dicky left without speaking or saying goodbye to the man he had just helped.

'Geez, those eyeballs like I've seen, Ana is there any way she's Ana?, no way.'

Dicky spoke to himself in his heart, as long as he walked the face of the joyyana still faithfully followed.

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Joyyana again yahhnj....

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