"What nonsense did you just say, Glenn?" Narendra replied, looking annoyed. Glenn smiled again, "Nonsense that could make you uneasy." Narendra was a little surprised to hear that but he managed to regulate his emotions again and said, "You can dream as much as you want, Glenn. But, unfortunately, everything you are imagining will never happen. The treasure that was taken from you will definitely never return to you." Glenn's smile disappeared, now it was Narendra's turn to grin, "You are just an ant fighting an elephant, Glenn. You will never win. You are very wrong if you think I am afraid of you." "Elephants are never afraid of ants that will die in one step," he continued. Glenn, who had been at a loss for words, suddenly replied, "An ant can win if it is helped by its friends, Ren. An elephant can die if it is surrounded by ants." Narendra was stunned. Really, he did not understand the meaning of the sentence spoken by Glenn. Even when Glenn said, "Good evening Mr. Nar
"Who do you mean, Dad?" Narendra asked with a questioning look. Satria sighed, but didn't answer Narendra's question. "What do you mean Edgar? Uncle Andi's confidant?" Narendra guessed. Satria clicked his tongue, "Edgar is in prison, how can he help Glenn? Definitely not him." Narendra thought again, before saying, "Could it be the maid, Father? Fero, Glenn's personal assistant?" Satria shook his head, looking at his son who disappointed him by throwing out two names that he thought were impossible to help Glenn. "No, Dad?" "Of course not. Fero, you mean just a meaningless sewer rat. How could you think it was him?" Satria said in disbelief. Narendra looked embarrassed and finally fell silent. Satria continued, "Fero, Edgar or the maid, Glenn's old bodyguard obviously couldn't possibly help him. Their space for movement was limited and Father always ordered someone to watch over them." Narendra no longer tried to think of another name because he thought it was usele
"Because I believe in Glenn," Arnold replied. Zayn sighed, "Then good luck." Arnold smiled faintly in response to Zayn's words. About three hours after meeting Zayn, Arnold drove his car to the restaurant Zayn mentioned. He parked his car right in front of the restaurant and was seen observing everything that was going on inside from the outside. "Where is he?" he muttered that had not yet found his cousin's whereabouts. When not satisfied with the results of his observations, Arnold decided to go down and enter the fast food restaurant. He took a seat at the edge so he could have a look. "Beef steak," he said when a waiter asked for his order. He stuck his head out and looked in all directions but couldn't find Glenn. After 10 minutes, his order came and he impatiently asked, "Is there a waiter named Glenn here?" The waiter asked by Arnold is Mike. "Sorry, Sir. No," the man replied. Arnold shook his head, "No way. He definitely works here." "But there really isn't
Glenn walked closer to the table where his cousin was sitting. Arnold smiled nervously as Glenn pulled up his chair and sat down without facing him. "Hello," Arnold greeted, still smiling oddly. Glenn smiled back confusedly, "Hello, you say?" Arnold swallowed hard. Seeing the nervousness that was so obvious in Arnold's eyes as well as his movements, Glenn asked, "Are there no other words you would like to say apart from that one word?" Arnold held his glass to get rid of his nervousness that just couldn't go away. "I'm sorry. Sorry I couldn't see you until now." Arnold said it without daring to look at his cousin. Glenn sighed, "The word 'sorry' isn't something I want to hear." Arnold worked up the courage to raise his head, "But that's what I have to say because of the guilt that's haunting me." Arnold stared at Glenn with shocked eyes. Glenn's flawless face was gone. In fact, there are scars and pimples scattered all over his face. He actually had a little trouble r
Arnold struggled to free himself from the person who had put him in the foreign car. "Let me go!" the man said as he began to be overcome by panic. "Please calm down, Master Arnold!" one of the people holding his right hand said. Arnold was of course surprised and immediately said, "Who the hell are you guys?" "Sorry sir. We just-" "Shh!" one admonished his colleague for not answering Arnold's question. The young man became even more curious. But because he knew that it was impossible for him to get an answer to his question, he chose to remain silent. He scanned the street and now realized where he was being taken. He took a deep breath when he found out. When he arrived at a luxurious house which belonged to the Brawijaya family, who was none other than his own family, he was forced to go down. "So, who actually ordered you guys? My father or my brother?" Arnold asked who was starting to lose his temper. "Me." Arnold quickly turned towards the sound and saw his old
"You and your way of thinking which I think is very funny, Bro." Arnold was still laughing though not too loudly. Narendra gritted his teeth, exasperated. "What's so funny? You and I are of the same blood. What's wrong with supporting your sibling?" Arnold took a deep breath, looked seriously at his older brother before saying again, "There's nothing wrong with that. You really have to support each other, bro." Not believing what he had just heard, Narendra said, "I know you will understand what I mean. That's how it should be, Arnold." Arnold moistened his lips, "But Glenn is also related to us by blood, Bro. Don't you realize that?" Suddenly, Narendra's smile disappeared again, leaving no trace. "Glenn? You're bringing up Glenn's name again? What for? He's not-" "Uncle Andi is our father's older brother, Bro. Shouldn't a dad think twice before making his own brother's son suffer?” Arnold said without holding back. “He's suffering of his own accord, Nold. Why do you a
But Arnold didn't care about that anymore and still stepped outside. The man then intercepted a taxi when he was outside the luxurious house that was supposed to be occupied by Glenn. Arnold didn't even turn his head and kept looking straight ahead even when he was already in the taxi. "Goodbye, Bro, Dad, Mom," he said quietly. "Let's go, Sir. To the Apple Apartment," Arnold said to the middle-aged taxi driver. "Okay,Sir." Arnold didn't feel the least bit heavy as he left the house that didn't belong to him. In fact, he felt more sad when he had to leave their own house to move to the Glenn family's house. The house which was located 5 km from Glenn's house was the house he had lived in with his family since he was little. Arnold was so sorry when his parents chose to sell the house and finally moved into that luxurious house. Meanwhile, at the Barata Restaurant, Glenn was still waiting for an answer from Alexander Barata, who had promised to track down Arnold's whereabouts
"That's where Zayn lives," Glenn said. "Zayn Salim you mean?" Alexander asked. Glenn didn't answer and instead immediately ended the call without listening to what Alexander had to say. The man then took off his apron and headed to a room of his superiors. His assistant manager asked before he entered the room, "Leon, are you looking for Mrs. manager?" "Yeah, isn't he in there?" "Nothing. He just came out to meet a manager from another branch. Can I help you? Can you tell me," the assistant manager named Monika said. Glenn nodded, "So, like this Ma'am. I want to ask permission to go home early. Is that possible?" Monika smiled, "Oh, I thought you wanted to convey something important. Yes, please. Glenn looked somewhat surprised at the young woman, "Really, Miss?" "Yes, why? You expect me not to give permission? Well then, I won't give-" "Uh, Ma'am. Thank you for the permission that Ma'am has given you," said Glenn in a hurry so that the permit would not be canceled aga