Transmigration
Chapter 18's

Bara who was lifting the barbell stopped, his head turned towards the door at the origin of the whistling. 

"Have you been nyampe?" Bara asked in wonder, his eyes turned to the wall clock which showed seven o'clock passing. Wondering at what time Alesya departed from his house if at this hour he had reached his house - when he reached Alesya's house at half-time seven every school pick-up

Alesya crossed her hands in front of her chest, "Son, still on the way. Stuck the red light," She was a little upset, didn't Bara see her standing here? Pake asked everything again.

Girding his head at the door's edge, his netra took a peek, observing the private gym room he believed belonged to Bara - or from the sign hung on the door - ignoring Bara's annoyance. The room is not too big, the sports equipment is almost complete. This room reminded him of his music room. The difference is just the content.

"Lo take it, right?"

Glancing at Bara who was sipping a drink, Alesya took out the paper that her homeroom teacher handed out yesterday from the small bag she was wearing. 

Surati parental permission for camping events. Alesya slightly frowned, since last night she kept thinking about this. 

Somehow Alesya forgot about one of these pretty important scenes. Not knowing why the more time passed, his memories of the novel faded. Also the memories of the original Alesya gradually appeared. As now, he faintly saw two small children running around in the small garden, which faced directly with the door where he was standing now. One of them is the real Alesya, because he had seen his picture when at home. 

"Why did you tell me to bring this?" Alesya asked in surprise, because after delivering her home, Bara asked her to come to her house early in the morning and also brought a letter shared by the homeroom teacher. I don't know what he doesn't know. 

"What else to sign, what else?"

Frowning his forehead, Alesya looked at Bara with a puzzled look. He knew this letter had to be signed to seek approval, but why did it have to be brought here? 

Bara put down his drinking bottle and wiped his sweaty face with a small towel. "Would you ask them to sign?" He continued after seeing the confusion on Alesya's face. 

Alesya immediately understood what Bara meant. It was true that he seemed unlikely to ask his parents to sign it. For every time he met the two was only a quarrel that he could see. Even Alesya had to wonder what caused these two Alesya parents not to fight the first time they met? But that's none of his business.

"Oh you've come to Alesya." 

Alesya's daydream was caved in when a heavy voice reached her ears. Looking at her, a sincere smile that Alesya rarely showed on her face when she found a man standing behind her with a smile that adorned her handsome face, "Iya Om candra."

"Have you had breakfast yet?"

"Udah om was breakfast bread torn Bara," Canda Alesya who was greeted by laughter Candra. 

"You're just there." Candra patted Alesya's hair buds and slightly ruffled it.

Alesya was unmoved when Candra suddenly patted her head. Although he was somewhat accustomed to the surrounding environment, but still Alesya was still not used to the warm treatment of the surrounding people, especially people who had 'blood relations' with him. 

'Bad boy too.' secretly Alesya's lips curved into a small smile as her hand re-touched the head that had just been patted Candra. 

"How come you take a quick shower there, papa and Alesya wait in the living room huh."

Bara nodded, looking at the departure of the two people who left the room. A small smile was on his lips when he saw the familiarity in their background.

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The black inked pen nimbly danced on the paper, producing a signature stamped there. Candra thrust at Alesya the letter she had signed with a knotty smile on her face, "Well this." 

Alesya immediately put it in the bag as soon as she received it, if it was gone, it would be troublesome. 

Waking up, Candra picked up her briefcase lying on the glass table, "Om off first yeah, well at home don't make a fuss." Candra's message was directly pierced into Alesya's heart. 

"I-iya Om just calm down." Alesya replied a little clumsy. 

Candra shook her head looking at her nephew's temperament. His hand slapped Alesya's hair for a bit and let go, "Alesya." called Candra in a very ox tone. 

"Don't push yourself too hard to restore your memory, just relax?."

Alesya gave a small nod, "Yes."

"Also, don't think too much about what your parents say, it's not your fault. If you have a problem or need anything say the same Om. Remember you are not alone here. You have Om to depend on, also Bara to lean on. "

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For the umpteenth time Alesya snorted tiredly. Tired of waiting for Bara who took a bath like being mediocre. It's been two hours he's been waiting, TWO HOURS! 'Who says only girls are ready for long, guys are like that too!' alesya's nagging in heart. 

He who was sitting quietly on the sofa has now collapsed so bored. The snacks provided by ART were all gone. So did his drinking water, when he was thirsty. Want to ask for more ART there is no where. Inevitably Alesya had to take it herself. 

With gontai steps, Alesya walked towards the kitchen not far from the living room where he had been. He opened the fridge and picked up the tea. 

Alesya did not immediately return to sit, he chose to look at the photos displayed Bara's house. His eyes traced each frame on display, displaying various photos. 

"Just be calm, princess, now you have me here, make you depend and lean yes but not free anyway fufufu."

"Omong empty," Cibir Alesya with a wry smile on his lips as his memories floated on the memory he had always wanted to forget. Alesya retraced the photos on the wall, trying to distract him. 

"Oh, it turns out to be Bara" Alesya said as she looked at the two children standing side by side in the photo. Two little children who also emerged from the memory of the original Alesya earlier. 

Back sweeping his gaze at the photo on display, his net stopped at one photo. The photo features a long-haired adult woman with two young children who are Bara and Alesya. 

"That's my mama," Bara said suddenly, making Alesya spit out her drink because of shock, Alesya's sharp delicacy lay on the men towering behind her. 

'Basic, father and son really like to come suddenly.' Alesya held her left chest, her heart beating so fast that it felt like it was going to be dislodged. 

Clearing her throat, Alesya spoke, "Ehem, if that's where your mom is? I haven't seen it since,"

Alesya's forehead frowned as there was no answer instead a voting silence between the two of them. Intrigued, Alesya turned to look confused at Bara who just silently stared at her mother's photo. 

"My mom died ten years ago."

Alesya's pupils dilated, she was stunned. He doesn't know if Bara's mother is dead. It's not in the novel. Wait maybe it's not nothing but it could be that he hasn't read it. Because he had only read half of his novel, right when Alesya died. Just now he was about to apologize for being unpleasant, but Bara immediately cut it off. 

"No papa, maybe you don't want to" Bara casually said. Alesya quietly exhaled a breath that did not even know she could bear. 

"By the way about not inget, I wonder how your memory has not returned as well huh? Not for a while?"

Instantly Alesya again tensed up, their eyes making contact as Bara turned towards her. For some reason the atmosphere suddenly became tense - for Alesya - Alesya immediately turned her face away, with great difficulty she gulped her saliva. 

"Where do I know, maybe the doctor meant it while it means going back again but do not know when. Hence it is called transient amnesia." 

I don't know what suddenly Alesya's brain becomes diluted. Probably because of adrenaline. Yes, it is not important that he managed to answer it and Bara seems to believe that seen from him who looked back at the photo of his late mother. 

Alesya secretly glanced at Bara, she could not help but wonder, first Candra who indirectly brought up the memory of her never returning, then now Bara. 'Are they starting to suspect?'

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Bara stared at the black car parked in his garage. The coldness touched his skin as he touched the front of the car. 

"She's unconscious or unconscious?" He muttered as his brain turned back the incident earlier this afternoon as he was driving Alesya to the mall. The expression that Alesya wore had no change, as if the girl was just looking at an ordinary car. This car…