The True Heirs
Start Knowing the Real Family.

"Do you have a cell phone?" ask Christina.

"No ma'am," replied Aska bowed languidly.

"How can you not have a cell phone? What if you need me?" ask Christina.

"The money that I get during work, the money is asked to be with Ms. Minah. I have no money at all" replied Aska.

"Where is your money? You should have kept it to yourself, right?" christina asked while frowning.

"The money is always running out. I don't know what I'm doing. Every time I ask, the money is in the bank" Aska replied.

"Have you never investigated it?"

"Already Mom. The money goes into his pocket. I asked what the money was for? He didn't answer anything. He even yelled at me and was told to make a lot of money. That's why I can't have personal money. Even if he could always ask for it."

"Yes it's okay. Then you can't go back there. Come with me" Christina pinta.

"Are we not doing a DNA test?" ask Ask.

"What is a DNA test? Do we not have the same face? Look at your face that looks a lot like Mom. Your eyes are like an eagle, like your father. So there's no need for DNA testing" Christina replied.

"If my father is alive, then who lives with me?"

"Mom doesn't know either. Mother also said that Mr. Broto told me that your father was still alive. There was a feeling of happiness in my heart. Suppose your father is no more. I'm so guilty of your father."

"So, I find mom and dad's problems very complicated. I can't reveal it now. But let me open the veil of your secrets."

"We don't have any secrets Aska. If you're telling me now this time is very complicated. I don't want you to be overwhelmed at once. Wait for your grandfather to come."

"Do I have a grandfather?"

"Yes you still have grandparents. They lived in France and lived there forever. I heard they'd be here to see you."

"Does mom have a problem with them?"

"none. I don't have a problem with your grandparents. I am busy rarely with them. So understand."

"Then be thankful. Hope this problem is resolved soon."

"But Ma'am, Minah's mom who are we?"

"Should you answer it now?"

"Yes, Mom."

Christina looked at the son's face like she was terrified. Somehow he felt something strange to the son. It is not possible to see the Son suffer. His heart wondered, What's wrong with Minah? Did Minah torture my son? If he does then I will not let his life be happy.

Christina would keep that question in her heart. One day he will ask Ask. For now he let the Son rest.

"Aska," call Christina.

"Yes Ma'am" said Aska.

"Alright Ma. Thank you very much" Aska replied with a face full of sumringah.

"Then I'll take you to your room!" take Christina.

Christina finally took Azka to her room. Long before her arrival, Christina had already prepared the son's room. Honestly, the middle-aged woman was very happy to meet the son. On the other hand his heart turned full of anger.

During his life with Minah, the son suffered greatly. True what his spies said, Aska often gets torture that is sometimes painful.

Many of his friends stayed away from him. Because every meet Minah always bothers her. Even the old woman made a slander to stay away from Aska.

To be honest Christina didn't like Minah at all. From a long time ago the snake woman always disturbed her happiness. So who is Minah really? Which always makes a troublemaker in Christina's life.

After reaching the room, Christina told Aska to come in. But had not been able to enter, Aska had seen the luxury of her room. He was very confused and had to say what? Meanwhile, in the village of Aska never had a good room.

The room he often occupied was never maintained though. Often the rooms are dusty and dirty. How's treating? If Aska leaves for work every morning and then goes home at night. He was never home this week.

Never at home. But every home there is an unimportant drama from Minah. One of them is a flying pot to cause a terrible sound for Aska. Just imagine every holiday, for every human being that day is a day where you can rest. Get together with family and enjoy the atmosphere of home.

Thisno. Even sounds that can make the heart suddenly weaken. Fortunately, Aska did not have heart disease. When silent Minah always throw the entire pot in the kitchen out of the house.

"This is your room. I've been preparing all day" said Christina gently.

"But Ma'am, I don't deserve this," rejected Aska who doesn't deserve luxury.

"No, you don't have to refuse. Accept it... Don't you reject it" Christina pinta gently.

Aska had to accept the room. Not forced, but Aska was surprised by this sudden day. How can't he live his term to be a rascal? Suddenly his life turns into a conglomerate's son. His heart was still wondering, Why did this happen.

Aska went inside and saw the room. The dominated room with bright white and blue colors made his heart peaceful. For some reason when stepping his legs inside, Aska felt the burden decrease.

Aska looked at the room while shaking her head. Then he accidentally calculated how much nominal when the mother made the room?

"I think mom spent the money to make this room," muttered Aska who threw her butt on the soft bed.

I don't know why he doesn't believe this reality. His heart was still wondering about the past of his two parents. Then there was a name in his heart. That name is Minah.

Inevitably Azka ended up looking for the answer herself. If Minah is guilty, she will never let go of the old woman. He doesn't want to make everything mess up. Slowly but surely his heart had started looking for the real answer.

Aska's fruit farm.

Mr. Broto and Ms. Siti just got to her house. They immediately entered the house with a smile. Their hearts were greatly relieved that they had led their young master back into his mother's lap.

Yet they still felt deep anxiety. Sooner or later Minah and Benjamin attacked them. Quietly they prayed that it would not happen. If this happens, the young master must protect the mother.

"Thank God, today I am happy to see the young master has returned to the lap of Mrs Christina" said Ms Siti.

"You're right, ma'am. I was planning to collect them. But," said Mr. Broto who hung.

"But what sir?" ask Ms. Siti.