The Unrecognized Twins
77. Most Beautiful Impression

After presenting the song to her father, Azira continues by playing the piano with a heart-wrenching instrument representing her feelings for the father she will leave tomorrow.

Not only Rama who felt the sadness of hearing the beautiful instrument, but the diners seemed to be drifting in the piano game of the little girl who soon celebrated her 10th birthday.

Not far from his desk Rama, a heartbroken young man, seems to enjoy the magical hand game Azira. Her heart that initially felt very tight turned comforted to see Azira's beauty.

"Is he the famous young composer Azira?" the young man wondered to himself.

"Hurry to grow up, sweet girl!" muttered the young man secretly taking photos of Azira. I don't know what the 18-year-old thought of Azira.

There was no long before the applause of the diner visitors when Azira ended the game. Because visitors to the restaurant came from the conglomerate who also knew Rama, making him want to approach Rama and Azira.

"Master Rama..!" wirya's greeting to Rama who momentarily seemed to remember who this man in front of him was.

"Are you Mr Wirya the owner of that textile company?" rama asked again to confirm his memory.

"That's very true, Lord Rama." The two shook hands and Wirya's gaze turned to Azira with a smile.

"Is this your daughter..?" asked Mr. Wirya who was accompanied by his 15-year-old son Yoga.

"True Mr. Wirya. This is my daughter Azira. Dear. Salim same with Wirya...!" pinta Rama and Azira greet Mr. Wirya and his son." This is my son Yoga" said Mr. Wirya introducing his only son.

"Is this uncle's daughter the young composer?" tanya Yoga smiled at Azira who looked flat on the son of her father's friend.

"A.lt...!" Rama seems awkward to justify the Yoga question because his daughter looks dislike Yoga whose beautiful eyes are staring at him.

The young man, so riled to see the qualityless dialogue in front of him. He soon woke up to disturb the family.

"Good night, Miss Azira! Can I have a photo with you, miss?" the handsome young man.

Azira welcomed the request of his fans enthusiastically." May sis.. please..!" azira said smiling sweetly as Fahri's cell phone camera pointed at her. They also took pictures of the two while sticking their heads.

"Thank you. You are so beautiful Azira!" puji Fahri made Azira blush.

"Thank you brother. Come father...! We're home...!" invite Azira to avoid Yoga who wants selfies with her.

Yoga's mouth again clenched to see Azira who looked cold to him and looked familiar with Fahri who just greeted him.

"Sorry Mr. Wirya...! My daughter has to rest because she's going back to New York tomorrow morning" Rama said.

Not long after, the two were at the center of souvenirs in the form of snacks that Azira would buy for his employees and servants in their mansion. After shopping Azira remembered his grandparents.

"Dad. Can I say goodbye to Grandma and Grandpa? Ever since I was in Indonesia, I've never met my grandparents" Pinta Azira.

"Aren't you having a problem stopping by the rundown father's contract?" rama asked doubtfully.

"Grandpa and grandma are in my dad's apartment now. Azira told people to pick them up when we had dinner at the restaurant," Azira replied with a smile.

"Babys...! You...?" rama stared at his daughter's face while driving.

"Dad. Look ahead..! We'll be in a collision...!" chirps Azira.

Rama drove his car right. But his heart felt very flowery to get a surprise from his unexpected daughter.

"My love is only for my father. I don't want to move to another heart, father," said Azira did not want to listen to his father's words even though only joking.

"Cho ..! Why, dear ..? If you die, what about Azira? Doesn't anyone have to look after Azira later if you're not around?" said Rama.

"To the knowledge of Azira who already holds the title of the youngest surgeon at this time, if women with heart disease can not conceive and give birth," said Azira seemed calm because his soul did not understand about the concept of marriage.

Degggm....

Hearing his daughter's confession made Rama's heart sliced sembilu. He pulled the car over and opened his seat belt. He hugged his daughter's body while crying.

"Honey. I swear I will give you a new life without thinking about that heart again" Rama said with a strong determination.

"Dad. Azira wants to make everyone happy, including grandparents," said Azira.

"Thank you, my bidad!" lirih Rama broke her embrace. Farewell tonight really makes his heart can not move on.

If he could, he wanted to become rich again and asked Alea for permission to let his daughter stay with him for a while.

Rama cried all the way while clasping his daughter's tiny hand.

"Yes Allah....! Why does it hurt so much..? Why must this farewell happen when I was being affectionate to my daughter...?"

Rama's shoulders continued to be shaken with endless thoughts. The pride of his past has to be paid dearly for something valuable in his life.

"Yes Allah. My daughter's love is too big for me, but what did I do to them first? I even had my wife kill them. Eliminate them.

When I feel the love of my daughter, why would you take it from me again? Oh God, don't do that to me. Please...!" batin Rama feels tight.

Arriving at the apartment, Rama with his face poked the bell of his apartment unit while holding the hand of his daughter Azira. The door was opened and an old woman with her glasses looked at Azira's face.

"Rama..? Isn't this Azira?" ask Madame Tini who looks changed.

"Yes mom. Come on in, baby...!" invite Rama and Azira to kiss the back of his grandmother's hand. Azira also approached her grandfather who was still in a wheelchair because of his stroke.

Rama stared at the wheelchair which felt foreign to him. A wheelchair with a mobile screen in front of it that looks very sophisticated.

"Where did you get that wheelchair, mama?" search Rama with a shrunken forehead.

"Either son. Mama until now is still confused because suddenly there is a friend of yours Mr. Irwan told us to move here without bringing anything from our contract. And give that wheelchair to your papa, son" said Tini. Rama saw his daughter's face.

"All that's Azira's gift mama, mama's granddaughter. He does not want us to suffer. So, not Rama's money," said Rama made Mrs Tini embarrassed and moved.

"Grandmother, grandfather, I do this as a form of my gratitude to God and my gratitude to you because my grandmother has given birth to a great father for me. Ramadani Ahmed. A father who I have longed for his affection all this time. A father who means so much to my life. Thank you grandma, because of you, she brought me here on this earth" Azira said, making Tini's mistress feel really sick.

"Astaghfirullah halaziiim, what have I done to my grandson? His sincere kindness is like the toughest punishment for me" said Mrs Tini, addressing her grandchildren.

"Don't do it grandma...! just hug Azira! Does Grandma miss me? Azira said while holding back her tears.

Rama looked up his face. Her tears are pouring out tonight. So did his father who cried over their ignorance in the past.