Sandriana, My Lovely Sist
Part 1's. After Ten Years

Sandriana Aubrey Rahmadi got off the executive train and let go of a long breath, like a revelation that a new phase of life had begun. The slender girl then started walking towards the escalator to descend down towards the exit of the largest railway station in the country. Someone is going to pick him up, I don't know who.

He made several visits to the capital with his father during the commemoration of his mother's death to make pilgrimages. But this time he came at the request of Mr. Harlandy Darwis.

The black string sounded. Dria, that's her nickname, took the flat object of the universal human connection from inside her backpack and immediately answered the nameless call on her dress.

“Yes? Hello..”

“Non Sandriana?”

“Iya..”

“I Mamad, driver Mr. Harlandy Non.. I wear black clothes near the exit..”.

“Oh.. yes sir, I also wear black color clothes.. I wear white hat...”.

Arriving at the ground floor Dria looked for the man in black in a calling position, there was only one person in a black suit who was standing at the exit.

“Pak... I've seen father..”.

Dria ended the call, with a rather troublesome innate, she approached the man who looked her father's age.

“Pak Mamad?”

“Iya Non.. let's have the suitcase..”.

The man named Mamad took Dria's large suitcase and a medium-sized tenteng bag and walked towards the car, while Dria followed behind with her backpack.

Dria was a little stunned to see the car she was about to ride and smiled wryly as the back door of the luxury car was opened by the driver, she was like the son of a rich man now treated like a princess.

“Please Non..”

The journey to the residence of the Dervish family takes a long time from the station because of the location that is far out of town.

“Pak Mamad has been working in the big house for a long time?”

“It's been five years Non... I'm a special driver for Big Lord..”.

“Oh..“

The journey continues in silence. The memory of childhood immediately revolved back to arouse a sense of tightness in the chest. Dria lost her mother in the big house, but she was still too small to understand the loss, instead losing Miss Rosalie Darwis who still evokes sadness.

Her family relationship with her father's boss's family began when Rosalie needed a kidney donor. The search for a donor was finally announced at the company. Among the many people whose hearts were moved were examined as donors, the only mothers who were otherwise matched. Long story short, Miss Rosalie gradually improved due to kidney transplant, but the mother a year after the big surgery her health actually deteriorated, especially after the mother became pregnant herself.

The Dervish family's debt brought them to live in the mansion in the last years of his mother's life. When the mother was called the owner of life, the father chose to go home to the city of S because it was difficult to forget his sadness. Dria was three years old at the time and remained with Mrs Rosalie. Until the age of thirteen Dria thought that Mrs Rosalie was her mother.

Now, Dria is heading to the mansion again, not just to visit but to return to live there.

The car moved slowly as it passed through a guard post to enter a complex, the security guard immediately opened a three-meter-high black fence. After the guard post the car passed the road on the left right side many large trees lined up neatly, like entering a forest only. Dria knew in the next few minutes they would arrive at the big house of the Dervish family.

The car stops after entering the gate that opens automatically. Dria looked around as she got down from the car, the large two-story building with huge pillars soaring real and unchanged, only the park and the front gate changed its arrangement.

A man opened a large wooden door that looked very tall and sturdy, the man was standing there waiting.

“Mari Non..”

Mr. Mamad slightly bowed towards him as his right hand stretched out politely greeting Dria ahead of him. Dria walked with a floating feeling, reaching for confidence that coming to this place was the right decision. Dria climbed five steps with her eyes fixed on the white-haired man on the head who looked bald at the top.

“Non Dria.. welcome..”.

The man at the door smiled kindly, it felt like he still remembered that smile.

“Emm... pack Lucas?”

“Iya Non Dria... already so sweet girl now yes..”.

The man who was greeted with Mr. Lucas was still smiling, Dria's feelings became free because of that smile. At once he recalled how he had always bullied Mr. Lucas in his childhood.

“Perhaps because I like sweet foods Lucas sir..”.

"Haha..."

Mr. Lucas laughed and began to step into the large room in the style of classical European architecture. Dria took a slow step while paying attention to the house in her childhood.

“How is Rahmadi? Healthy?”

“Healthy dad sir..”

“Why did Non Dria refuse to board the plane?”

“I'm afraid to be at a height sir..”

“Oh so.. We go to the Big Lord workspace first yes, Non..”

“Iya sir Lucas..”

Dria nodded in her answer.

“Tety..”

Mr. Lucas beckoned to a waiter waiting there, Dria's suitcase passed from the driver to Tety's, Dria's eyes watching for a moment until Tety disappeared into the room.

“Mari Non Dria..”

Dria then follows Lucas, who enters a large hallway with a large wall of paintings, right at the door, Lucas opens the door for Dria.

“Please enter Non..”

Dria looked at Lucas with a doubtful look, Lucas just nodded his head and did not move in his position on the side of the doorway. Slowly Dria finally stepped in. The dominance of maroon and dark brown colors caught the eye throughout the vast room, many book cabinets were towering as high as the walls of the room.

In the middle of the room was a classic sofa also maroon-colored, Dria stopped after her eyes saw a large tall man was sitting on one of the sofas with her legs superimposed. There was a book in hand, looking engrossed in reading and not bothered by the presence of Dria. Dria recognizes, it's Mr. Harlandy.

For a moment Dria was silent, confused how to greet politely. Mr. Harlandy raised his head and looked at Dria, a nervous attack coming suddenly.

“Emm... uh.. good afternoon Mr...”.

The sound that came out was like choking, the two palms that were clenching in front were starting to cool.

“Sandriana... let's get closer..”.

With a heavy step in her nervousness Dria approached Mr. Harlandy who reached out to her. Dria kissed the hand respectfully, then took a few steps back.

“Sit...”.

Although there was no smile on the face but a voice that sounded firm but soft made Dria a little calm. Dria sat on a chair appointed by Mr. Harlandy.

“It took a long time to decide to come?”

The sound is full of authority but calm sound adds a degree of calmness to Dria. This character has not changed.

“Emm... yes Sir, sorry... I. rather heavily decided to resign from my office...”.

Dria answered.

“Dria will work also here..”.

“I know Mr... but I emm... I liked my work before this..”.

Mr. Harlandy just nodded his head, still staring at Dria, the look in his eyes was illegible and it made Dria look down.

Silent moment…

“I only realized my wife's last wish about you, Sandriana..”.

Dria raised her face, staring boldly now right in Mr. Harlandy's face, a boost of curiosity as to why this six-month-old Mr. Harlandy had constantly asked him to come to this city despite being rejected many times by his father. The persistence that bore fruit, Rahmadi's father was exhausted and changed to persuade Dria to come.

“I am calm now.. Your arrival allows me to pay off the promise debt to my late wife..”.

Dria waited for some time, still hoping for an explanation other than that sentence.and Mr. Harlandy also looked at Dria, there was a small smile on that face..

“Lucas already takes care of where Dria will work..”.

Dria blinked her eyes, Mr. Harlandy still slightly raised lip line. Inside her brain Dria started to gather memories about the Great Lord, why did this figure used to be such a terrifying one?

“Dria can rest now..”.

The sentence made Dria aware and felt ashamed to have stared at Mr. Harlandy for so long. Dria stood up immediately.

“Eh... I.. I say thank You...”.

Mr. Harlandy just nodded his head. There is great hope about the presence of this girl here, she hopes that the noble longing of the late wife can be realized, although Mr. Harlandy is pessimistic about that.

Meanwhile Dria hurriedly came out not daring to stare at Mr. Harlandy again. If about realizing the desire of the late mami to work in the company of the Dervish family, Dria willing to be here, she respects that. Moreover, the impression of Mr. Harlandy who is now much different from the one in the picture of his mind.

Outside the room, Dria walks and starts to decipher the memories of this house. The furniture is not the same anymore, only large family photos are still attached to the same wall, and there are still photos of him when he was a toddler with the Dervish family, he said, complete foursome in one of the frames. And there's another frame she's with Mami Rosalie. Dria was startled, it had not been passed down from there for all these years. Dria stopped and observed the photo with her eyes starting to heat up.

How could I forget this woman, the woman who was attached to my heart as a mother who loved her so much. Tears poured out of his two eyes.

Then a photo caught his attention, a photo that didn't exist ten years ago, a photo of an adult man with a small smile on his face.

“Kak Sandro...”

The facial lines that are not much changed, which are in the frame is an adult and mature version compared to the one drawn in his mind. A memory approached…

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“We will give him the name Charina... Deedee agree?”

“Charina? Mmmh may mami... Dee like.. but, what is only one name? Name Dee no two..”.

“Charina's parents must have prepared another name..”.

“Oh so.. Mmmh Dee's name is one from Mami, the other from whom?”

“Your name is both from your sister. When you were born she bought many books on baby names, funny thing is your sister chose a name similar to her.. she was so happy when she found out you were a baby girl..”

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Dria wiped away the tears on her cheek and took a few steps and stopped right in front of the photo. Curiosity approached Dria, what kind of a man she once called ‘kakak’.

Ten years ago dad picked her up, according to dad there's no reason Dria's living in this big house anymore. Mrs Rosalie insisted on taking care of her after her mother's death, and when Miss Rosalie also faced the one whose authority the father felt most entitled to raise her biological child with his own hands, thirteen-year-old Dria came home with her father to the city of S.

Since then Dria has known nothing and was cut off completely from the Dervish family, including Sandro.

“Young Master is still in the office.”

Mr. Lucas provided the information without being asked, approaching Dria whose position was observing Sandro's photo. Somehow Dria felt embarrassed to be caught observing a photo of someone who had just been referred to as the Young Master in this house.

“Young Master is now starting to replace the Big Lord handles all the business, so he is always busy every day.. but he still lives in this house and is not married.”.

Mr. Lucas continued to make Dria gawk, he was curious about the adult man in the photo but he also felt careless to hear Mr. Lucas' description, as if he was very curious about the Young Master, he said, moreover, the final information seemed to be said with added emphasis.

“Young Master..”

Getting rid of embarrassment, Dria walked a few steps to ignore Mr. Lucas who still wanted to continue the conversation about Young Master Sandro Kristoffer Darwis.

“Emm sir... My suitcase where?”

“Oh... already saved in the room, let me transfer to the room..”.

“Mmh... sir... do I occupy my former room?”

“No... now Non Dria room on the top floor.

“Oh... I know the room.. Mr. Lucas did not have to drive me...”.

“Good Non.. please rest, if need something Non Dria can find Tety, Big Master assigned Tety to help Non Dria in this house.”.

“Good sir...thank you yes..”

“Sama-sama Non..”

With a little bow, Lucas left Dria.

Dria certainly can still remember the intricacies of this house, she knows the position of the room in question. Upstairs, there were four large rooms on the right wing of this house, another four on the right wing. Mr. Lucas' designated room published a sense of pleasure for Dria, from the room the view of the back of the house is quite spacious.

Dria went into the room that was meant for her. This room was very large, what he liked about this house was the very high ceiling. Paying attention to the interior of the house including this room, Dria so remember the film on Netfl*ix entitled Bridger*ton which was a spectacle that was discussed at leisure in her old office.

This mansion was like a castle, as long as she did not wear a dress like the noble princesses in that movie alone.

Dria is looking for her suitcase, she intends to take a bath first before taking a break. Something had begun here for his life, at the age of twenty-three.

Tety came in later…

“Excuse Non Dria..”

“Tety?”

“Iya Non... I want to arrange Non Dria clothes..”.

Tety pointed at the suitcase and a wardrobe room, Dria catching Tety's intentions.

“Let me alone Tety...my clothes are not much..”.

“Don't Non.. It's my duty from today, take care of Non Dria's needs..”.

“Hahh? Does it have to be like that?”

“Iya Non..”

“Ehh?”

Tety pushes Dria's large suitcase towards the wardrobe room that blends into the large bathroom in this room, Dria follows and then just watches what Tety does with her big suitcase.

"Key on the suitcase is not..."

"Oh yeah. a minute..."

Dria turned three numbers to unlock her suitcase.

“Emmh... How old are you Tety?”

“Nineteen, Non..”

“No lecture?”

“No Non..”

“Why?”

“I only until second grade SMP Non... My brain is not smart enough, so I gave up for school..”.

“Oh?? Been working here long?”

“Almost four years, Non..”n...

Tety had already started tidying up his clothes in a large closet, probably only going to fill 10% of the three carving cabinets present in this space.

“Emmh... I should take a shower..”.

“Please Non..”

A piece of the scene of the noble princess bathing appeared in his brain.

“Ehh... You were not assigned to bathe me either right?”

Dria laughed as she said that sentence.

“Ti..not Non, but Non Dria toiletries I have prepared in the bathroom... let me show you..”.

Dria stared in disbelief, she needed a massive orientation towards life in this house, including the fact that she had a personal servant.

After the shower, Tety was still in the room.

“You're still here Tety?”

“Iya Non... Maybe Non Dria need something?”

“Oh... for now no. Ehh... You can go now Tety..”.

“Hair Non Dria... I will dry, there is a hair dryer on the dressing table..”.

“Hahh? Ehh... no need Tety, I prefer my hair to dry naturally..”.

Tety waited and Dria finally laughed, really not a mirage turned out, Dria can feel the life of having a servant who will do everything for her including personal affairs.

“You can go now Tety..”.

“Good Non... if Non need me, there is intercom...”

Dria's eyes are looking for the intended communication tool.

“Thanks, Tety..”.

“Iya Non..”

Still wearing Dria's bathrobe headed to the front of one of the room's windows and stood staring at the back of this house that was so spacious. There was a garden, there was a special house of servants that was clearly visible. Slowly the pain he had almost forgotten approached…

“Mami.. I'm here again.. Dee miss mami...”.

Sandriana let the tears seep again on her cheeks, the sadness ten years ago appeared instantly, she said, sadness when he had to lose his mother and at the same time he had to know a truth that hurt his heart so much, he was not the real child of the mother…

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