THE HEIR
ARIYAS
Herman picked up one of his adopted daughters who was returned by the adoption party. Actually Ariya can sue the family, but the girl chose to return to her home country.
Herman who had long separated from Ariya certainly did not know the change of the girl. The man wrote his daughter's name in large letters, accompanied by two bodyguards.
"Dad?" a call made Herman look over.
High and slim figure with a shirt and pants. Ariya looks so fashionable with reddish hair. His skin is clean. Twenty years living in America certainly changed the simple appearance of the girl.
"Ariyas?" Herman made sure the little girl who used to leave with the cries of all the residents of the orphanage.
Ariya took off her sunglasses, the girl hugged Herman with an overflow of excitement.
"Son, how are you?" ask Herman.
"I'm good Dad," said the girl.
Herman certainly understands, education and different associations must make Ariya far from the word adab ancestor. The man didn't mind it. As long as it's polite. Herman took his daughter to the parlor.
Ariya stared at the towering building. He left Indonesia when he was eleven years old. He is now thirty-one years old.
"Ah ... This building is still the same," said the girl.
Herman didn't respond. They entered a home filled with only a few foster children who had just entered. Ariya certainly did not recognize them.
"Where are Sari and others?" tanyakanya.
"They are married and live with their husbands and wives. Even they have been blessed with children" replied Herman at length.
"Assalamualaikum, Ms. Erna, Ms. Dwi, Ms. Ratih, Ms. Reni!" Herman came in to greet and call the four caretakers.
Ariya certainly knows the four. Erna and the others fell silent looking at the figure of the girl standing by Herman's side.
"This is Ariya Ma'am" said Herman.
"Son Ariya?" Ariya nodded.
The girl hugs the four women who used to give Mr. Boxter a heavy requirement to adopt Ariya. The couple agreed, they fell in love with the beautiful and petite figure of Ariya.
"You're supposed to sue them, son," Erna said.
"No Ma'am. Lazy, what am I in that country?" Ariya shook her head.
"Let's sit!" take Erna again.
Herman sat down, Ratih carrying a few cups of tea as well as a snack. Ariya told me there as long as her foster parents were there, she was treated well.
"I took care of them when they were both sick. So I have no debt of gratitude at all" said Ariya again.
"Oh, son, are you there working or what?" herman asked after sipping tea and putting it on the table.
"I want to open a jewelry design shop, Dad. Incidentally, there I also have a small business. Although they took all, but I managed to defend a small part of my work," replied Ariya.
"Well, I'll help you" said Herman and stood up.
The old man said goodbye, Ariya entered her room after Herman's departure. The girl took a long breath. One small bed, though as small as his there. The girl lied to her father a little so as not to worry too much.
Ariya rolled up her arm with bruises and many cigarette butts.
The girl was treated sweetly at the beginning. But everything changed completely when her adoptive mother conceived and gave birth to a beautiful daughter.
Everything changes when the real princess does not want Ariya to be her sister. Moreover, the incitement of all the sisters and cousins of the daughter of his adoptive mother.
Angela Boxter, as pretty as her name. Blue-eyed with blonde hair. Ariya always blamed the foster mother if her daughter cried.
"I didn't touch Angela Mom, ' argued Ariya.
"Don't argue with me bastard!" snapped Madame Boxter.
"Don't call me Mommy. I'm not your mother!"
"Hiks!'
A single spot fell on the girl's cheek. He was very sorry to be adopted. The girl wanted to have complete parents, but Herman loved her very much.
"It's my fault ... hiks .. it's my fault," he sobbed softly.
"I deserve this wound for leaving my place" he continued, wiping all the scars.
Ariya managed to escape from the large mansion thanks to the help of the maid in the luxurious residence. Ariya is almost raped by her own foster father if she sleeps in his room. Lucky the adoptive mother punished him sleep in the barn.
"Mom Belonny," he called her softly.
"I miss you Mom" she said.
Marthena Belonny, a Columbia resident who works at Boxter's mansion. The woman took seventeen-year-old Ariya away.
Even Marthena was willing to lose her job to help the beautiful girl she saw was always tortured by all her employers.
"This is Mommy could steal your passport from Mr. Boxter. If you grow up later, you can go back there," said Ena call the woman.
"Mom, aren't they going after us?" ask Ariya in fear.
"No dear. They won't dare, with your condition like this. They will certainly soon forget you," said Ena who asked Ariya to call him Mommy.
Ariya was educated in an elite place. Marthena works hard to realize the dream of her adopted daughter. Ariya also studied hard and always got a scholarship.
The girl succeeded and was able to achieve her goals. Honey, Ena's got a hard disease. All the money and hard work Ariya spent on the treatment of the woman to close her eyes.
Ariya deliberately gave false news to her father. The girl didn't want everyone to know how bad her new family was doing there.
"Let it be my punishment for leaving a great love here" his monologue.
The girl wiped the wet traces on her face. He knows his religion if he is here. Although the girl had not performed her worship for a long time. Ariya wanted to learn from the beginning again.
"Mom" the girl came to Ratih.
"Yes dear," said the woman softly.
"Teach me najai ma'am," the girl pleaded.
Ratih looked Ariya in the eyes. There's a big story there. Ratih knows very well if the girl in front of him is storing a big wound.
"Well dear," said the woman pulling the corner of her soft lips.
Elsewhere, Herman nearly destroyed a report he had just obtained. His eyes were puffed with a rough breath. Kean was afraid to see it.
"Dad ... huuuu .. uuu .. don't be angry Yah!" kean's cries broke out to resuscitate Herman.
"Sorry Baby .. sorry,"
Herman immediately grabbed the frightened Kean. The teenager cried and hugged the man tightly.
"Swimming Baby. You're here for a minute, yeah" the man asked and then kissed Kean on the forehead.
"Do you want to come in for action?" he continued to make an offer that stopped Kean's crying..
"What action is it?" the teenager asked.
"Follow father yes," Herman took with a sadistic glint.
Seriate.
Uh ... Herman want to ask Kean what?
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