"Can I tell her about this matter? She'd just found her long lost parents but the situation is different now. Her parents just lost their daughter, her half-sister. But I'm sure they also look forward to Anya's consolation and support."

"Keara used to injure her, separate you from her and kill your child. Her death might not be something sad for her, but rather good news. At this time, it is also good to instill a sense of responsibility towards the family in her heart. Let Miss Anya be the good daughter who looks after and comforts her parents. Just tell her," said the psychiatrist.

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"Very well. Thank you, Doctor," Aiden hung up on her. After thinking about the psychiatrist's advice, he decided to tell Anya about Keara's death after she woke up tomorrow.

…

That night, at Nico's house, Raka was half drunk because Tara kept giving him wine.

"Raka, look at this. Who is she?" Seeing Raka affected by alcohol, she pushed Della in front of him.

"Harris' sister, Della," Raka answered.

"So true. Come on now have another drink!" Nico poured more wine into Raka's empty glass, trying to make him express all his feelings. "Keep asking him," he whispered to Tara.

"Who is prettier? Della or me?" Tara asked on purpose.

Della's face flushed at the question. She whispered softly to Tara, "Sis, he's really drunk. Don't give him wine anymore."

"Don't you want to know how he feels for you after you've been living under one roof for a few months?" Tara asked.

"I..." Of course Della wanted to know! But, was forcing Raka to speak in this way the right thing to do?

What if Raka got poisoned by alcohol from drinking too much, like what happened to her in the past?

"Don't worry. I'm a doctor too. I won't let anything happen to him," Tara said.

"Of course my fiancée is much prettier!" Nico said. His words were truly sincere. For him, nobody was prettier than Tara.

"Indeed, Tara is beautiful. But in my opinion, Della is much prettier," Raka's face turned red and his way of speaking was unclear. But even when drunk like this, he still defended Della.

"Is it true? Since when did you guys become close like this?" Nico shook Raka's shoulder.

"Ugh, stop it! I'm dizzy," Raka immediately brushed his hand away.

Della went straight to Raka and took the glass from his hand. "You are already drunk. Don't drink anymore."

"Della," after Raka lost his glass from his hand, he immediately grabbed Della's wrist. "Do you know you look similar to someone?"

"Similar to Anya?" Della could already guess what Raka wanted to say.

"Similar to Anya. Very similar to 17 year old Anya. I really liked her at that time. But why did she change? I can't even recognize her anymore. If only I could go back to the past..." Raka took a deep breath.

"What was Anya like at 17 years old? I didn't know her at that time. Tell me!" Tara said.

Raka laid down and rested his head on Della's thigh. Della was very nervous and didn't dare to move an inch.

Raka thought for a long time with a serious look and in the end said, "The old her was very cheerful and innocent. She was like a shining sun, always radiating positive energy. We kissed under the bergamot tree, we went on a date at the cinema…"

"Then how does the story go? Raka, don't sleep yet! You still haven't finished the story," Nico shook Raka's shoulder again.

Della saw Raka frowned and immediately stopped Nico. "He looks sick. We better just let him sleep."

"Della, we are helping you now!" Nico winked at Della. "Tara is the granddaughter of the hospital owner. Nothing will happen to Raka as long as she is here. Don't worry and let us dig more information from him!"

"Raka, what are you doing with Anya in the cinema? Did you guys kiss there?" Tara asked.

"Anya fell asleep in the cinema. She slept soundly when the lights went out and woke up when the movie ended. Every day she was busy working and studying. She didn't have time to date me. She needed a lot of money but why didn't she tell me? The one I love has changed only because of money. If only she told me at that time, I could've helped her. I want to go back to that time, and not let her change, "Raka covered his face sadly, looking like he was in pain.

"Don't be sad, Raka. As we get older, everyone will change. Anya is fine now. My uncle loves her so much. He already has two sweet sons with her too. Now it's your turn. Until when do you want to be trapped in the past like this? Anya already has a family, but you are still alone. I'll get married soon too," Nico put his arm around Tara and continued, "I don't want to be single with you forever,"

"You are utterly disloyal. We promised to be single forever, but now you have a lover and want to get married," Raka felt a pair of hands gently massaging his head.

He opened his eyes and saw Della's face. "Della..."

"I'm here ..." Della whispered.

"Are you also going to change?" Raka asked.

"Depends on you. If you want me to change, I'll change," Della answered.

"I like the current you. Don't ever change," Raka murmured.

Della nodded in return.

Nico and Tara looked at each other. Why did Raka like Della now? The answer was because she looked like 17 years old Anya.

At that time, if only Anya decided to tell Raka about her family's situation, maybe Anya would never have met Aiden. Maybe, their story wouldn't end like this.

At that time, Anya was alone, facing a situation where her mother and grandmother were both seriously ill. In the end, she chose to give up her love and accept money from Raka's mother to separate from him.

But Della's life was not much better either. She grew up in an orphanage and was raised by Winda since she was a child. The Mawardi family adopted her but they didn't care for her. She had to fight on her own to earn money so that Winda, her mother's figure, could survive.

Just when Della needed help, she met Raka.

Della needed Raka's help to survive. Meanwhile, Raka needed Della to heal his old wounds. They complemented each other.

All this time, Raka had always felt guilty for not being able to protect Anya. He regretted that he couldn't help Anya so that Anya had to lose her grandmother.

The guilt continued to eat away at his heart, until he found someone who could give him a hope to ease it a little.

Maybe he could ease the burden he dragged from his past by helping Della.

Maybe he could heal his old wounds too.

"Della, thank you for letting me help you. Thank you for wanting to be by my side and not leaving me alone," before falling asleep, Raka hugged Della's waist tightly.

After that, no matter how loudly Nico called out to him, Raka didn't wake up either.

Tara checked his condition and found that Raka was just too drunk. There were no other problems with him, so Nico immediately took him to the guest room on the second floor.

"Della, I'm sorry. There is only one guest room in this house. You have to sleep in a room with Raka tonight. Plus, he was drunk. I'm afraid he will feel sick or fall from his bed later. We don't have servants here, so please take care of Raka," said Nico.

"Yes. Just leave it to me!" Della felt so happy to be trusted to look after Raka.

Meanwhile, Tara looked at Nico, feeling that he had bad intentions to leave a beautiful young girl in a drunken man's room.

What if something happened between them?