The Paranormal Wealth System
Distant Guest

Julian began to prepare himself for college, the orientation of new students was in sight. Before he was busy, Julian took the time to play at the parlor with his younger siblings. Julian deliberately bought the latest home theater and big television as entertainment for the residents of the orphanage. Watch movies together and of course karaoke.

There is no longer a bleak time for the home of Bina Kasih. Julian guarantees and ensures all the needs of his mother and younger siblings are met. He is also pioneering an antique sales shop that could support his work as a psychic.

"So what time's it, Jul?" Miss Rosidah asked Julian and Typhoon who was cool playing uno block, accompanying Ayli and Mia.

"Sore, Mom! Still miss the sisters." Julian replied after taking one red block carefully. "Mump up practice holidays too!"

Ayli cheered cheerfully because Julian could not maintain the stability of the block stack and knocked it half. The punishment was given to Julian with a scrawl of powder. Ms. Rosidah laughed when she saw Julian's face that was messed up because many were punished.

"Are there any news from Laila?"

Miss Rosidah's question made Julian turn his head. "Not yet, last saw Laila at her birthday party. Maybe it's still grieving, Mom!"

Ms. Rosidah sighed heavily, she remembered the one face that had come to visit the parlour since eighteen years ago. The face of his successor's donor appeared on television, on the artist's gossip show. At the funeral of her father Laila. The woman stood next to the artist covering her eyes with sunglasses, which were highlighted by the camera from various angles.

Ms. Rosidah saw that the mysterious donor had an affinity with the artist at the funeral. That woman was never far from Thalia.

However, Ms. Rosidah could only guess without evidence. Nor did he have the courage to ask Julian. His son always avoided being asked about the woman he visited while in Jakarta.

Ms. Rosidah harbored uneasiness, if it was true that the female donor who often asked about Julian's development had something to do with the soap opera artist whose face resembled Julian's black and white photo. It could be that soap opera artist is Julian's mother!

Ms. Rosidah sighed heavily, whatever has happened in the past, let it be a memory. Now Julian is his son, part of his inseparable life.

"Mom, there's a guest in front!" Mbak Mirah, the home assistant shocked Ms. Rosidah from the daydream.

"Who's mbak?"

"Ehem, soap opera artist, Mom! Not long ago, her husband died!" Mbak Mirah half whispered.

Ms. Rosidah can't save being surprised, "Thalia?"

"Yes, Mom!"

"I'll see him soon!" Ms. Rosidah rushed to meet the guest in question.

Thalia smiled awkwardly as she looked at Miss Rosidah. He finally felt stale so that the atmosphere melted. The chat continued to relax inside the parlour's living room.

"That's a picture of the orphanage kids, Mom?" point Thalia to the open-air living room located next to the living room. "May I take a look?"

"Please!" answer Miss Rosidah.

Thalia wandered around the central room of the parlour, staring at each photo neatly arranged and hung on the wall. Look for Julian's photos year after year.

There was a longing that was surging in the heart, but the biggest of all was Thalia's regret and guilt for abandoning her son. Thalia paused for a long time on a row of photos of Julian wearing a school uniform.

"Did this kid go to school well here, ma'am?" Thalia asked as she stared fixedly at the photo of her son.

"Who, Julian?" Ms. Rosidah approached Thalia and stared at the same photo.

"Yes, Julian. The cafe singer sounds great! Julian El Sandi."

Ms. Rosidah was not surprised to hear it, she glanced towards Thalia who was motionless at her position. "Julian got a scholarship from the foundation. She attended international school in High School. Julian was a good student at the school. But had to go through a difficult time during school with the children of the rich because he was poor. He became a street busker for his personal allowance every day."

"really? But he was a kind and polite boy, unlike any young man who had ever lived on the streets. He must be mentally strong. Just like …." Thalia hung up her sentence, her eyes suddenly dewy and her lips trembled.

"Like his father?" Miss Rosidah continued the word to make Thalia turn to him.

Thalia paused for a moment with teary eyes, "Yes, her father."

Mbok Inah approached Thalia, gently rubbing her employer's back. "Sit down, Mom! Let's just calm down."

They sat back in the guest house. After calming down, Thalia opened her voice, "I'm here to .. meet Julian and mom!"

For Thalia, memorizing dialogue in soap opera scripts throughout anything, she could, and easily remembered out of head. But, to reveal the fact eighteen years ago, his tongue was stiff. His chest was as tight as a heavy burden.

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