"Aruna .. why did you just come home?" Alia's call was just ignored. The youngest one chose to run without seeing the three pairs of eyes watching her move.

Anantha tried to catch up with her sister. She wished Aruna could explain why she came home this late.

At 11:48 p.m., the whole family glanced at the clock on the wall several times.

"Anantha let your sister rest!" Lesmana warned his son. Father and son looked at each other with a hostile gaze.

Aruna went away and closed the door as quickly as possible.

The girl spent the night hanging out with Damar. They were just eating fried rice on the edge of the sidewalk and hunting for pillows, even with no result.

Sitting for a while on the bed, she then got up again and began to clean up.

"Knock knock knock." Her brother knocked on the door once again.

"Aruna, open the door, please? Have you eaten?" Alia called her.

"Alia, didn't you hear me? Let her rest! You can ask anything tomorrow morning!" Lesmana asked his daughter seriously.

"Isn't dad worried? It's her first time to act like this!" Alia didn't want to be outdone by her father's statement.

"I did this because I was so worried," Lesmana emphasised, seemed angry.

A riot like this had been going on for three days in a row. And Aruna still consistently chose to hide in her room.

Aruna started to enter the bathroom and drenched herself. Water dripped from the shower, delivering droplets in the eyelids.

This time she couldn't stand it. The girl collapsed and sobbed alone.

***

"Don't forget, I sent you to California not to be his best friend." The old man made the neck of the heiress of Wenceslas's secretary rise up.

He can only be silent with no reply.

"How can you let him be in this situation?" Once again, Wiryo's old eyes stared stressfully at the other person he was talking to.

"I am sorry I was negligent. I.." Surya hadn't finished explaining yet.

"Well... I know, it's his own fault (he's not with you, so it's his own stupidity)." Wiryo interrupted.

"Get what I asked for earlier!" An assistant swiftly took Hendra's medical bill.

"Why does Hendra need this treatment?" Wiryo handed the white paper right above the table, in front of where Surya was standing.

There was a worktable made of teak wood, between Surya and the President Director.

Surya glanced at Wiryo's secretary, hoping to find a help code. Wiryo's secretary shot a glance with a hidden message as if whispering 'it's useless to hide it. He already knew a lot'.

"Young master suddenly passed out," Surya replied doubtfully.

"Is that woman who made him pass out?" Wiryo seemed to know that Hendra fainted due to the post-traumatic disorder he was suffering from.

Surya stole a glance at Wenceslas's secretary' eyes. Again, the secretary seemed as if whispering 'I don't know, don't ask me anymore'.

"Did he want her so badly that he ignored his trauma?" Wiryo urged with a wrong perception.

"No … Tania isn't the cause." Surya tried to straighten out the fact.

Hearing Surya's words, Wiryo frowned.

"Then?" He asked for more information.

"Miss Aruna was the one who first found the young master fall near the bed where she rested." Surya composed the words carefully.

"What? How did it happen?" Wiryo looked very curious.

"The young master asked me to buy a mansion for him. We hadn't had the chance to renovate it when the young master decided to invite Miss Aruna. There was a slight accident that made her feel unwell and needed rest". Surya bit his lip, confused. Did he need to explain this far?

"Continue." Wiryo insisted.

"It looked like the young master fainted when he intended to wake Miss Aruna up," Surya added.

The old man pondered for a moment, reminiscent of Diana's expression that he met the other day.

"I need to know the woman that made him pass out. I have a good feeling."

"Alright, get back to him and help him solve this problem," Wiryo gave surprising instructions.

Just a few minutes ago, he deliberately separated Surya from his grandson, so that the blue-eyed man would deal with his problem alone.

"Come with me bro, " Wiryo's secretary smirked as he escorted Surya.

"Tch, don't touch my shoulder." Surya didn't want to be friendly. They both always competed for one to another.

"2-0." Andos, a 40-year-old Batak man whispered. He didn't have the expertise in business analysis or marketing like Surya. However, this man's instinct in solving problems seemed to be a cut above Surya.

Andos was a former police investigator who chose to leave his post after ten years of service.

It wasn't easy for him. He chose to leave the unit because of great disappointment after the dismissal of the case he was handling due to the domino politics at that time.

Surya lost two times from Andos. First, when he was looking for a way to free Hendra from the marriage agreement that was forced by Wiryo. And today was his second defeat.

"If you lose three times, you better beg me to give a private lesson." The man loved to see Surya's exasperated expression.

"You'll see, I'll win this case tomorrow, " Surya imitated Hendra's style, challenging Wiryo's secretary.

"Ah, you're still weak. This case is over." Andos exclaimed, relaxed.

"Get married so that your brain will be brighter." Andos insulted him every time with the same joke.

"I have a suggestion for you. Don't be too friendly with your boss, so that you are not shackled." Andos patted Surya's shoulder again. It was advice as a senior.

"Stop." Surya felt belittled every time Andos patted his shoulder.

"Tell your young master. We have resolved the internal turmoil of the hotel employees." Andos's statement raised a big question mark in Surya's brain.

How can it be?