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Alma's grandmother finally agreed to Zero's wishes. He allowed the three of them to return to the mansion.

"Couple your things. We go home now," said Clara glancing towards Aluna.

Alvin breathed a little sigh of relief, although he knew Grandma Alma still had not forgiven Aluna, but at least Zero had already recognized her family.

"It's all because of my granddaughter, not because of the two of you," Clara said again glancing cynically at Aluna.

Aluna and Alvin look at each other. Yeah, they understand it's not easy for Granny Alma to forgive Luna. But Aluna was sure, with her staying at Granny Alma's house later, little by little she would give understanding to the old woman to melt down, as she had when she had just arrived.

"Now that Zero returned home to Grandma huh, this villa is too narrow. Cleanliness here is very bad, later oma will make a room that is magnificent and filled with toys that are a lot for Zero," said Clara continued to seduce, "right' right, Nek?"

Alma's grandmother nodded, continuing to kiss her great-grandmother repeatedly. "Right, Zero can ask for anything. If necessary Grandma will make a playground in the side yard."

Zero could only nod with a smile. Of course he is very happy, the situation is inversely proportional to the one he has been through five years. Don't buy toys, clothes are inherited from others.

"I'm so happy, Grandma. Thank you very much, I love you guys," Zero replied hugging back.

The sight made a big smile on Aluna's lips. Although the child was not her biological child, Aluna's face was very naturally happy. And Alvin was quietly watching.

Alvin muttered, if the one next to him was his real wife Luna, would she be as strong as that woman. Returns the position of the thread that clumps little by little until it is released, such as the problems of complicated household life. Suppose that the one next to him was the real Luna, could it be that he could be as great as Aluna.

You're a really great woman, Aluna, and I love you so much. Even if I never see your real look in your world, I will still love you. Well, even though later love doesn't have to have, inner Alvin.

"I also love Mama and Papa," said Zero approaching Aluna and hugging her tightly.

There were no tears in Aluna's eyes. He remembered himself. The fate of Zero who used to be not much different from the life of her original self in the real world. Very hard, looking for money with school for a bite of rice for him and Ara every day. And that's what he's been doing for years. Aluna never complained. There were no hugs from the parents, sometimes if he was not strong to face life, lingering locked himself in the bathroom and crying as much as inside, so as not to look fragile in front of Ara.

No one knew when Aluna shed tears as she purposely covered her face with her hair while hugging Zero. But not with Alvin, the man knew and secretly he himself wiped it gently.

Hopefully you can quickly give birth to a child from your own womb Aluna, I am sure you will be a great mother, a role model for your children later, Inner Alvin.

When Aluna remembered Ara, from the direction of the gate, Hideon's car entered the courtyard. Hideon and Ara went down from the inside and quickly walked over to Aluna.

"Sister Luna, is she my ponakan? Oh, he's so handsome?" Ara shouted hysterically towards Zero, "look I brought you a present, little man."

Aluna nodded. He introduced Ara by the name of Helen to Zero after the boy thanked her.

Instead of replying to Hideon's greeting, Alma's grandmother instead asked for a return. Alma's grandmother was lazy to see Hideon's face let alone invite him to speak. Alma's grandmother still harbors anger towards Hideon for abandoning her granddaughter in the village.

"We'd better go home now, Clara," Grandma Alma asked.

According to Clara, she told Aluna that their driver would come to pick up Zero, after she finished packing the things.

Clara agreed, she was just as lazy to meet Hideon. “Luna, I'll have the driver pick you up. After your father and Helen came home, you should quickly bring my granddaughter home,” Clara said.

Aluna just nodded slowly. Hideon could not speak much or reply to them. Hideon knew his mistake and realized that they were angry with him.

“Thank you for receiving my son and grandson well,” said Hideon relented.

But instead of answering, the two old women were indifferent to walking forward through Hideon just like that.

“Helen, don't you have to work now,” said Clara paused in front of Helen. Clara observed Helen's attitude, not usually she went alone with Hideon.

"Yes, Madam after this I'll come to the office. I want to say hello to my father first" replied Ara.

"Don't mess around, let alone hurt my granddaughter. If that happens, I'll hurt you myself" whispered Clara, her ugly thoughts about Helen could not be eliminated. Everything related to the Hideon family made him always think badly.

"Mr Hideon, I don't think you're going to see the granddaughter you threw away five years ago" Clara turned to Hideon's insinuation when Granny Alma was away.

"What do you mean, Madam?"

"You ask what I mean? Don't tell me any more about this because your child has had amnesia for five years. Or now, may you also experience amnesia?" Clara keeps insinuating Hideon, hoping he realizes he's guilty and his son doesn't deserve to be with Alvin anymore.

Hideon pulled Clara slowly, and speaking away from everyone, he did not want the matter to be heard by his granddaughter.

"Mrs Clara, listen to me carefully. Well, my son did have amnesia, and you said I had amnesia too. Okay, I don't have a problem. Then what about your son? Did he also have amnesia to have my daughter go away irresponsibly? Where was Alvin when my son gave birth?" Hideon's eyes were perfectly rounded, "and one more, I never threw Zero away. Every month I never forget to send her money."

Clara was immediately stunned. It is true that his son was guilty.

"You can get Luna to divorce Alvin. But for Zero, he is my grandson. I'll fight for her to get custody!" hideon said again. He was furious that only his son was always to blame.