The Paranormal Wealth System
Meet the Artist Sinetron

In Jakarta, after obtaining Laila's address, Julian searched a hotel not far from the residential area where Laila lived. Armed with knowledge from the film, Julian chose a five-star inn to rest more calmly and pleasantly.

Yeah, what's wrong with Julian enjoying what he has now? Where money is not a problem at all, where free time should not be used to busking at the crossroads!

Julian took a shower and changed his clothes, his plan to investigate where Laila lived was ripe. He also went to the elite housing location using an online taxi.

The first hour Julian was just pacing the street in front of Laila's house. Record the license plate number of three vehicles that appear from between the fence. He finally stepped away from the area of the house because security was suspicious of his behavior.

Julian called Laila when an MPV entered the home page he was investigating. Earlier, Laila had said that she was out with her mother. So, Julian waited for the right time to visit while doing some unnecessary research. Because other than getting three license plates, Julian didn't get any information.

As Julian approached the fence, the security guarding the house again glared at him. Though Julian had just wanted to claim to be Laila's friend, but the element of disbelief was more inherent in the countenance of a thirty-year-old man who did not move from the guard post near the gate of the house. Expel Julian with his haunted face.

Julian understand. Laila's mother is the artist of the capital, whose privacy is protected so that her name is not bad in the media. Julian's arrival without a promise was clearly met with a strong rejection. Even though he claimed to be the son of the artist, no one would believe his words. The woman named Thalia never had a son.

A few minutes later, Laila was seen in front of the wide-open fence of her house. Talking for a moment with the security guarding his house, then dizzy looking for his guests.

Julian waved from a distance, then ran over after Laila replied by waving her hand.

"Sister Julian! Over here!" call Laila cheerful. He thought Julian had the wrong address for staying near his neighbor's house.

"Just home?" julian asked, shaking Laila's hand warmly.

"Yes, just came! Julian finished his audition? How'd it go?"

Julian grimaced, "I'm out of luck, haven't escaped. So yeah ... sing in the cafe again as usual."

"Excite yes, brother! Maybe next year. When does Julian come home? Let's go in first! He said he wanted to meet the soap opera artist hahaha," Laila invited with a proud expression of her mother. Without hesitation, Laila pulled Julian's hand to follow him.

"Your mom's home?" ask Julian.

"She, just got home too. Mumpung hasn't left yet, want to ask for a photo together plus a signature, right?"

Julian smiled faintly, "Yes, if I may!"

"It's fine if I ask! Would you like me to ask for job vacancies as a figure in the soap opera mama or what is it? Julian's sister is really cute, baby if not used!"

"I'm not talented, Laila!"

Laila explained in a typical style of young people, excited and passionate. "The potential sometimes comes on impromptu, brother! I didn't know I could act a little. Maybe because you often see your mom practicing at home, so you can. My followers on social media are a lot, sister!"

"In addition to being talented, you are also beautiful! Artist's son anyway, so it's easy to follow."

"Eh .. make no mistake, I don't sell my name on social media at all." Laila defends herself, allowing Julian to sit in the living room. He called the housekeeper to ask for orange juice.

"Slightly a lot of followers you know that you are a child of a famous artist, right?"

Laila chuckled, "But the point is I have acting skills. That's why I'm at the drama club at school. Wait a minute, I'll call you mama! Usually when it runs out from the outside, mama complains tired, trus sleep!"

"okay!"

Julian's heart was racing. He doesn't even know where to start if he meets Laila's mother.

The soap opera artist famous by the name of Thalia is still uncertain as his mother. The information Julian got was too little from the mother of the parlour. In fact, Julian did not know the real name of the woman who left him on the doorstep of the orphanage 18 years ago.

Ms. Rosidah only gave the box that her mother left in the baby basket. A small box containing one ring, fitting a black and white photo of a woman and a paper bearing Julian's name and date of birth. The gold ring was sold by Ms. Rosidah for Julian's expense when he was hospitalized as a child.

"Ma, this is Julian's sister. He who interrupted me while being bullied by a drunken young man in a cafe. Julian's brother is singing in a cafe, Ma! Go to Jakarta to audition for Indonesian Idol. Unfortunately failed! He stopped by for a photo of you asking for your signature" Laila said plainly.

Julian received a handshake from his mother Laila. "Julian El Sandi, Auntie!"

Laila's mama's look changed a little. The woman watched Julian from head to toe, then smiled awkwardly. "Julian ..

where's house?"

"I'm from a baby living in a Bina Kasih orphanage, Auntie!"

Julian mentioned the full address of the orphanage and realized the expression of the woman sitting opposite the table with him was somewhat stiffening. He guessed that Laila's mother was keeping something, perhaps important information.

Huh, a soap opera player was not able to cover his surprise perfectly.

"Bina Kasih orphanage?"

"Yes, Auntie! The home run by my mother, Ms. Rosidah."

His mother's tongue Laila was as though a mute, so it only nodded faintly. Before asking Julian more questions, the woman asked her daughter to get water and a cell phone in the upstairs room.

After Laila left, her mother began to ask again, "Julian knows where Laila is?"

"In the cafe where I work sing, Auntie!" julian replied with a faint smile.

"Julian's not Laila's boyfriend, is she?"

Julian asserted confidently, "Oh .. No, Auntie! We're just friends. I know enough myself not to approach Laila."

"Then ... Julian's purpose came here what if it wasn't for a relationship with Laila?"

Julian took out his wallet, took a shabby photo of his mother, and handed it to his mother Laila. "I came to ask, Auntie! To find information about the photo. I got it from Ms. Rosidah as the mother of the orphanage. I've convinced myself that it's not a photo of Auntie when she was young, but I see the resemblance to 70% with the family photo at Laila's grandfather's house. Some say that the one in the family photo is Laila's mother, Aunt Thalia."

Julian may only have one chance to talk to his mother Laila, so he was directly on the subject. He did not want to waste time chatting long-winded. For Julian, whatever the answer of his mother Laila, will be received with a chest of air.

The soap opera artist shook his head lightly, "I don't know who the woman in this photo is! Maybe it's just like my face. Julian knows that in this world we have a couple of twins? Have you ever seen a television show with an artist-like theme? I think the woman in this photo just looks like me!"

Julian smiled grievously, his belief in finding the mother faded. "Oh yes, Auntie! Maybe it's just similar, meaning the woman in the photo has nothing to do with Aunt Thalia at all."

"Who's the woman in this picture, Julian?"

"Not a big man, Auntie! Just a prankster throwing a baby in front of the Bina Kasih home, eighteen years ago!" julian replied flatly, inclined expressionlessly.

Simultaneously, a man entered the living room and approached his mother Laila, kissing her affectionately. "Who is this, honey?"

Her mother Laila's face immediately tensed and paled, but was soon covered by a sweet and friendly smile on her husband. "This is Laila's friend, another farewell to go home."

Julian stood up from his seat, nodding at his mom and dad Laila. It has been subtly evicted, so there is no need to linger in the house.

Without waiting for Laila to come, Julian withdrew very politely. "I'm sorry, Auntie! Um!"

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