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Everyone focused on the two teenagers, not least Arka. The man stood up from his seat. His hands clenched, even with his veins coming out. His eagle eyes now collided with the girl's pliable bead. Wonder what Rana will say.

Rana's still clinking. His two hands that were grasped by the King trembled slightly. This is not what he expected. While the guy looked at him expressionlessly, he himself was at a loss as to what to do.

Ingga stepped forward, standing in front of Arka. Before the man could respond to his existence, Ingga immediately tiptoed and kissed Arka's nose quickly.

Pt ...

Arka flinched, instantly turning her gaze to Ingga.

"Gift for your championship," lirih Ingga smiled.

Rana immediately turned her face away. Closing his eyes for a moment, it hurt.

"Ra," said the king, for the girl had waited too long.

Rana exhaled slowly, then turned to the King again. "Yes, I want to" said the girl, followed by everyone's cheers.

The king kissed the back of Rana's hand, then stood up from his kneeling position. The guy was embracing his girl's shoulder. "Thank you, Ra," he whispered.

Rana smiled back at the King's words. Simultaneously, the girl's eye bead was combing through all directions. Looking for an Ark that suddenly is no longer in place. Where not.

...💕...

Tonight the moon seems to be shy about showing up. Leave a beautiful and charming line of stars. If only the moon had existed, he probably would not have realized it; that stars could be more beautiful than full moons.

Ingga looked at the sky behind the window of his room. The look on the girl's face did not look as haughty as usual. Muddly and sad. Tomorrow holiday. Tomorrow too. There were still 14 days before he actually started his school. And today was exhausting. Right his mother said. Revenge is indeed torturing the mind. But how could he let go? That's not easy at all.

Ingga stopped the rough breathing. Stand up from his seat and walk towards his bed. But, right after he had laid himself under the blanket, the sound of the baby crying broke just like that. He closed his eyes unable to bear.

Tok tok!

The sound of the door knocking made him more disturbed. Followed by the sound of the door being opened without permission from him.

"Non, Den Erlan's fussy, Non. Body's hot. Fever as it is." Susi is in the fog, trying to calm an eight-month-old baby in her cradle.

Ingga wasting a rough breath. Still in his position turned his back on the maid.

"Bak can do it, take care of him yourself! I'm sleepy, I want to rest" the girl said without looking at Susi and the fussy baby.

"But, Non ...."

"Get out!" snarl Ingga once again.

The baby kept crying, moving around fussy. But, Susi chose to leave the room. Of course he doesn't want to get angry anymore.

He closed the door slowly, then stepped into the living room. While the baby's cries were still breaking, a cell phone lying on the table grabbed his attention.

Though hesitating, he took the phone and opened it. Not locked. The baby he was carrying. How sad.

"Hello?" said a guy at the end of there.

"Hello?" the boy's voice echoed back. "Relle?"

"Ha-hello, Den." Finally, Susi was able to answer as well.

"Eh? This who? Susi's mom, huh?" ask Arka again.

"Yes, Den."

"Oh ... Why, Ma'am?"

With one question, the woman immediately explained the state of the baby she was carrying at this time. Ask the guy to come and help her, because he himself is confused what to do.

"Oh yes, Ma'am. I'm going there, '" said the man before hanging up the phone.

Susi again held the boy. Tried to calm him. Giving milk. Then carry it again. But Erlan was completely unwilling to stop her crying.

A few minutes later, the noise of the motorbike waiting for the babysitter was finally heard as well. Stop right in front of that house.

And before the woman opened the door, the door was heard first. It popped up a guy who took off his jacket immediately while walking quickly towards him.

"Here, Ma'am," said Arka swiftly bring the baby to his team.

"Where are you, Ma'am?" asked Arka while trying to calm the boy.

"Non Ingga's resting again, Den. Can't be bothered."

The mangosteen arcs, then passed away going to Erlan's room. The room is quite spacious. Carving on the frame makes it quite comfortable to live in.

"Calm down, Erlan. Don't cry ..." he said. Because he himself has never faced a baby who is tantrums like this, then all he can do is find a solution on google. Yeah .. how else.

...💕...

The atmosphere of the dining room was still quiet as Rana got down from her room and sat on one of the chairs there. Her mother was preparing everything aided by Bi Esih, her housekeeper. As for him, he was too limp to move just a little. He decided to keep quiet, letting his mind float out of nowhere.

"Hi, Ra!" puspa SAPa. "Pull aja. Just because Mama didn't cook jengkol when you were angry with Mama?" ask the woman while putting a bowl of vegetables on their dinner menu tonight.

Rana took her breath. "Not really, Ma" he said. Simultaneously, Dhira came down from the last rung of the stairs. Then sit next to Rana.

"It's good, in fact, if there is no jengkol," said the eleven-year-old boy was not even indifferent.

"Dhiraaa ..," Rana scolded without turning her face away. He just put up the position of the chin. Never mind replying to Dhira, just breathe he is lazy.

"Yes!" call Puspa, then sit in his place. Crossing with her youngest child, Dhira.

Not long after, a not-so-contained man entered the room. Sitting next to Puspa while putting the watch in his hand.

"Today you received the report, right? What rate?" The man with a tyrannical face looked straight at the girl before him, his eldest son.