Young Master Amnesia
Part 165 ~ Father Arhan
Eril again sat down beside his faithful wife waiting in the rattan chair. The man handed a small box to Rahma, while she opened the brown map that had no idea what it contained. The man examined two celestial-blue rectangular objects and white paper with a streak of black ink inside. Eril's forehead shriveled as he read the letter carefully. His mouth was wide open when he saw his name listed there as the owner of the property with his land.
Rahma who saw Eril's expression was naturally curious, she looked at her husband before finally speaking. "What's that, Mom?" tanyakanya.
"Home."
"Home?" Rahma's forehead shriveled.
Eril nodded his head quickly, the man put down the three pieces of paper, then returned his wife's gaze full of joy. Eril grabs Rahma's hand and kisses her repeatedly. It turns out that no one knows and it can come from anywhere. While Eril was thinking of saving to buy a house, Cakra instead gave it to him even the house and land on his behalf.
Although not received for free, Eril was still very happy.
"Mass?"
"Now we have a home, Rahma. We don't have to contract and pay every month."
"Seriously?" Rahma's eyes sparkled, she was happy to hear the good news.
"Yes, honey," answered Eril.
The man hugged his wife's body quite tightly. Now by owning the house, Eril can save time because his house is directly faced with the boss.
Two rectangular objects and one handwritten paper in the brown map are land certificates and home certificates along with an unofficial insurance statement from Cakra. In that handwritten note, Cakra would cut Eril's salary by 5% each month without any other requirement.
"We should thank Mr. Cakra, Mas. He's so nice that he's gonna give us a home." Rahma stroked the burly back of her husband who still looked excited.
"Surely."
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Cakra and Eril are happy with their little family tonight accompanied by a beautiful sky because the stars are accompanying them. However, under the same lagit, there was a man sitting on the balcony of his room while staring at the star with a feeling of heartache and uncertainty. The man was the glasses guy that Wildan met this afternoon.
In the mind of the man was filled with a photo of a woman he was very familiar with.
"The woman is in this city and has given birth to the seed that you have shed. The seed that had ruined her life to the point of her image as a holy maiden and generous teacher, was destroyed in a matter of minutes."
Wildan's words continued to dance in the man's mind without wanting to disappear even a little. He recalled the incident a few months ago, in which he was drunk and dragged a woman randomly to a hotel in the middle of the night. The woman is none other than Rahma. He forced the woman into a hotel room and locked her up just to satisfy something in him.
However, when he woke up from his sleep in the morning, he already did not find the woman beside him. He kept looking for where the woman was going to account for his mistake, but did not find the woman.
Today, he again surprised the news of the woman he had smeared, while he was waiting for the birth of his wife.