The Successor of the Family
Companions

"Arnold, my friend who is not handsome. Rivan came here." exclaimed Rivan who entered Arnold's inpatient room.

Everyone in the room immediately shifted their eyes. Abel, Anara, Mama Anisa, and Papa Reza were a little surprised by the presence of a young man whom he already considered a brother. Unlike Arnold who already knew it first.

But what makes all the more surprised is the figure behind Rivan. Moreover, Anara and Abel who had not seen his papa for several days. Although both of them know that Andre is behind the prison cell.

"Gee... What a surprise. But more surprised by the figure behind you," said Arnold with a bit of insinuation.

"Definitely surprised not with the face of papa that I'm kuel because it hasn't been this bath," said Andre indifferently.

"From the first time I did it, right? Especially now that no wife has taken care of," Arnold said to his papa.

Andre simply flicked his shoulders indifferently then walked into the bathroom. He also borrowed Arnold's shirt from the hospital. Luckily Arnold and Andre's body stature was almost the same.

"Rivan, how can you be with me, papa?" ask Anara.

"So Rivan went to the police station to free Om Andre. It's a pity if you stay there long. Soon the perpetrators will go to jail as well" Rivan said casually.

"When grandfather deliberately did not free him to reflect on himself," said Papa Reza.

"Already, cake. We need to be at peace with the past. What happened cannot be changed. Now let Om Andre find his wife and son. Let him correct his mistake and you can get together again" Rivan said.

"Rivan said, kek. If papa is in jail, there is a longer time we meet with mother and Alan" said Arnold who agreed with Rivan's words.

Papa Reza could only sigh in resignation. The focus now is Arnold's recovery. While the affairs of Nadia and Alan, of course Andre must be able to return everything. Even if they will help too.

***

"Nadia, what the fuck are you? Kok even fussed all the homework anyway," Granny Hulim scolded Nadia.

Hulim's grandmother was upset with Nadia who was still sick but even cleaned the entire house. Though here a lot of ART employed by Grandma Hulim it. But it seems Nadia does not want to be complacent with the luxury presented by the old woman.

"Nadia if you stay quiet later will be tired, Grandma. It's just inside and outside the house. Nadia is used to doing this," said Nadia with a thin smile.

"Mother, don't keep working. Anyway here we are honored guests, you know," said Alan who just returned from the mall.

"Bright... Thought you were the president what a distinguished guest used to be," said Granny Hulim cynically.

"The future presidential candidate, Grandma" Alan said with confidence.

"Alan, what are you shopping for at the mall? Rich people bring nothing. What school equipment?" asked Grandma Hulim who was confused looking for her grandson's groceries.

"Take a purchase************, just, grandma." said Alan who then pulled a plastic bag out of his shirt.

"Where do you keep your school equipment?" ask Grandma Hulim.

"Woh...***********this is also used for schools, grandma. Partly here Alan has no shirt or************** many. Alan also if the school only brought one book, then ask Kak Fikri only anyway." said Alan casually.

Even now Alan just walked to his room. Leaving Nadia and Granny Hulim in shock. Although actually Nadia already knew that the habit of her son was rarely carrying school equipment.

"God... Your son, Nadia. It's magical his behavior. Though he later did not know the habits in the new school whose environment is mandatory discipline. If it is rich in gini, it could be that the school broke the record for receiving different students" said Grandma Hulim while patting her forehead slowly.

"Sir, if possible Alan was educated in an ordinary place. If the school makes Alan depressed, he must be lazy to enter." said Nadia gave advice.

"Most schools are here, Nad. Strict regulations. Luckily, children have intelligent brains and many achievements so it can be forgiven. Maybe.." said Grandma Hulim who was also hesitant about the school of her choice.

Nadia could only scratch her non-itchy nape. He was also as happy as Grandma Hulim about the school that would not calm down when Alan began to enter there. But Alan must go to school is better to be schooled in an institution whose regulations are strict.

"Hopefully Alan didn't do anything rich at school. Almost every week, there are letters from the school that come. Come here embarrassed. But if it does not come, pity the same Alan who is being atomized continues to be the same school" said Nadia while shaking her head.

"But Alan had a lot of friends right at his school first? At least here later he will be easily adaptable when his attitude is the same as when in school first," asked Granny Hulim.

"That is often brought to the house of three men his friend, Grandma. There's one more, her best friend from little Cia's. If the others, Nadia does not know either." said Nadia.

Nadia often asked about who her friends were at Alan's school at that time. It's just that Alan only mentioned those four people. The other, he didn't hear it very often. Or maybe even himself who is not used as a place to tell stories so he does not know.

"Hopefully Alan is here his friend a lot. He must have many friends so that when building a business later there can be extensive connections," said Grandma Hulim with hope.

"What the hell is it to have so many friends if everything is two-faced. If time is happy to approach, eh pas difficult ninggalin. The pain is not bleeding, Grandma" said Alan who suddenly interrupted the conversation.

Grandma Hulim and Nadia could only stroke her chest patiently. They were a little surprised when there was a sound from the side of the two of them suddenly. They didn't even notice when Alan came close to the two.

"Ngagetin anyway, Alan. Rich jailangkung know not." said Granny Hulim.

"The handsome face of rich Alan is said to be rich in jailangkung, grandma check the eyes gih." tell Alan who then ran to see the annoyed face of his grandmother.

"Allen...."