
The address Mr. Zayn gave us was close to our house, so it did not take long, we have arrived at that address. A security guard came up to us and asked the purpose of our arrival.
Then, the security guard went into the house to ask the owner, and he came out and told us to come in because Mr. Zayn was waiting.
We went into the courtyard of a very luxurious mansion. Rows of luxury cars are parked in the yard of this house. Is this Mr Zayn's house?
“If later inside I am out of control, please let me know yes, dear,” Arsen said as he held my hand before entering.
I nodded, then we walked into a mansion that seemed to belong to Mr. Zayn.
When he arrived at the living room, the Emperor immediately welcomed our arrival.
“Pak Zayn is waiting,” said Mr. Emperor.
“What's really going on? Aren't we at peace?” asked Arsen to the worried Emperor. His face was full of bluish bruises, the result of Arsen's cold hands last night.
“We talk inside only. Come hurry!” The Emperor directly entered without explaining what had really happened.
Arsen and I were still holding hands while walking into the main part of this mansion. Several large and antique jars lined up decorate this magnificent house.
We continued to walk in the footsteps of the Emperor. When we arrived at a room that seemed to be this living room, we were greeted by quite a number of people who were staring at us. There's Mr. Zayn and his wife, Mr. Raffi and his wife, then Dion and I don't know who else they are.
It's not Mr. Zayn's house! Is this Mr Raffi's family home? Why did Mr Zayn ask Arsen to come here?
“Welcome Mr. Raffa and Kimmora.” Mr. Zayn stood up to greet us.
The more I tighten our hands, I'm really nervous at the moment. Arsen looked at me and whispered, "Calm down! There's me."
“Sorry what is this Mr Zayn? I'm here to discuss the matter of the Emperor and also …."
Why did Mr. Zayn tell the family, did Mr. Zayn know that Arsen was also part of this family?
Mr. Raffi stood up and approached us, and was followed by his wife.
"Everyone, this is my son Raffandra" Raffi said, hugging Arsen's shoulder.
"Let's sit down, son. Let's talk first." Mr. Raffi's wife led me to sit on the sofa with him, while Arsen sat next to Mr. Raffi.
Suddenly I became very nervous about this situation, did they know? Will Arsen be well received by this family?
"So, Arsen is Om Raffi's son? How come?" asked Dion who looked very surprised. Maybe he really did not expect if Arsen his best friend, turned out to be his own cousin.
"Yes, he is part of the Mahendra family, your cousin too, Dion," replied Raffi.
"Are you sure?" asked the man who seemed to be Pak Raffi's younger brother, maybe he was Dion's father.
"He is very similar to my late father" said the oldest man here. All eyes were on him.
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