In the end, Derrick booked a king-size room with two beds. He happily took a picture of it and sent it to his father. Oh, finally Vesa understood. Why didn't he think more? Of course, a Derrick White wouldn't be willing to stay in a cheap hotel. Because it would make his friend's self-esteem fall. After all, staying in a seven-star hotel for months too, the White family's money would not run out. Derrick did not stop photographing every part of the room and then said, "Come on, together!" Vesa rolled his eyes lazily. He also just remembered, Derrick loved to show off anything on his personal social media. "Vesa, come on. Don't be so excited!" Derrick pulled Vesa's hand who could only surrender. He thought there was nothing wrong with making Derrick happy, after all he was able to get to Indonesia too thanks to his friend. "It's great in here. The lighting is perfect, Derrick." Lucas was standing by the balcony. Derrick smiled and immediately took a photo there. The four yout
Derrick White was so curious that he couldn't sleep thinking about Vesa's father who they couldn't find where he was. It feelt like something was wrong here. There was no way one could not be found in modern times like this. Everything was progressing, it should be easier to find people. "Is he not on the internet?" Derrick muttered to himself. His friends were asleep and all snoring. He started to get irritated as the three people who were sleeping like the dead grew louder with their snoring. Reluctantly, the young man who was currently wearing knee-length shorts got up from his bed. He decided to get out of his room and go for a walk alone. Truly Derrick was uncomfortable being alone in a strange place, but because boredom had almost made him want to jump off the top floor, he chose to throw the discomfort away. He walked down the hall in the hotel while occasionally looking in various directions. He saw some of the paintings on the walls and was amazed by them. He was very i
"I'm sorry, you have to sign first if you want to borrow the magazine," the librarian said. Derrick was dumbfounded. He glanced at his right hand which was currently holding the business magazine. He smiled apologetic and finally followed the employee and filled out the loan list and signed his signature. "Is it done?" Derrick asked, who couldn't wait to run to the room where he was staying. "Sure. You have to return it before you check out," the stiff clerk said and Derrick quickly nodded. "Thank you," the young man said. He immediately sped off after saying goodbye to the officer who just shook his head at the behavior of the young man who he thought was very strange. Derrick impatiently pressed the elevator button while occasionally glancing again at the magazine he was holding tightly as if it were a magazine that was very precious to him. "Oh, Vesa. You'll have to thank me later," he muttered proudly. Derrick collided with someone while getting out of the elevator. "
"Okay, there's no other way. I think that's all we can do for now," Vesa said. "But, Vesa. Why can't you just be honest with your father? How about you just tell him that you're in Indonesia now? I'm sure your father couldn't refuse to see you," Lucas said. Vesa bit his lower lip. "I don't know if that's a good idea," Vesa replied. "Why is that? Wouldn't it be better if you asked him directly so we don't have to go here and there looking for him?" Vesa shook his head, "It's just that I feel my father will be angry after I follow him here." Lay joined in the conversation, "But Vesa, won't it be the same later you will find out. Tomorrow you will also meet him, you went there to look for him and ask him right? So why cover it up again?" Derrick White who saw Vesa looking confused finally spoke again, "Actually I don't think there's anything wrong with you contacting him directly. Anyways you're going to meet him, delaying telling him I think will just make you more troubles
Valentino arrived at the cemetery with a bouquet of flowers for his beloved wife who had left him almost twenty years ago. He placed the flower on the grave of his wife's grave and then he sat cross-legged. The man always did that when he visited his wife. "I'm here again, Ferisha. And I have to apologize again for not being able to take our son with me." The man was silent for a moment before then looked up at the clear sky. "Would you mind patiently waiting for him to come here? In a moment, Ferisha. I will bring him here after he turns twenty," Valentino said as if Ferisha could hear him speak. Valentino looked sadly at the photo of his wife there. He sighed sadly. No one knew how helpless he was when one by one the people around him leave him. Moreover, his wife also went and made him have to live alone. After feeling enough to let go of his longing for his wife, Valentino straightened up as if he had regained his strength. When he heard that his son was lying and there was no
"Okay, you can come in," said the security guard because he honestly couldn't bear to see the four young men who he thought looked like good kids. Vesa was excited and said, "Thank you, Sir." Derrick was delighted and so were the twins. "But. Only you and you can enter," said the security guard pointing at Vesa and Derrick. The twins immediately pouted, "Why is that?" They asked simultaneously making the security guard surprised. Truly a pair of compact twins, he thought. "Yeah, why can't they come in, Sir?" asked Vesa. "Look at their clothes!" said the security guard lazy. Derrick smiled knowingly at last. "What's with our clothes?" Lucas asked. Derrick tried to be patient then said, "You guys are wearing shorts." Lay and Lucas looked at each other and finally could only accept it. "You guys wait on the other side," said Derrick. He didn't want the twins to get lost or lost. The twins then walked away. "Come on, I'll take you two," said the security guard. Derrick and Ves
Vesa and Derrick immediately stood up because they were too shocked. The woman looked angrily at the two guards who were only quite surprised. "What are you waiting for? Get them out of here!" snapped Lusi. Verlyta bit her lower lip because she felt it was wrong to let the two young men in. The two guards walked towards the confused Derrick and Vesa. Vesa who didn't want to be kicked out immediately said, "No, please. Wait a minute!" One of the guards started tugging at Vesa and Derrick had even managed to pull it off. "No. You can't kick me out of here, I want to meet the owner of this company. You can tell him if Vesa Araya wants to meet him," Vesa said quickly. Lusi who ignored the youth and started walking back to her room stumbled upon hearing that. "Araya?" Lucy repeated in surprise. Hearing the name 'Araya' being called, the guard froze in place and didn't dare touch him. "I am Vesa Araya, a son of Valentino Araya," said Vesa, making everyone in the room silent. But the
Vesa Araya was confused. He realized that he did not have much evidence to show that he was indeed the son of the billionaire who owned that company. His father never told much about his life, even Vesa could say he was blind about his father. He started to think that maybe he was not Valentino Araya's biological child. That possibility was quite plausible given the fact that he had just come across that no one in the country knew that Valentino had a living son, almost twenty years old. Vesa grabbed his own hair because he was too confused. He was increasingly unsure of himself. However, when he looked in the mirror near the waiting sofa, he felt similar to his father. He was like his father's duplicate only in a younger version. Didn't his grandmother and grandfather always say how much he resembled his father? So it's impossible if he's not Valentino's son? No. He must be Valentino's son. He was sure again. "My passport. My passport has my name. Vesa Araya," said Vesa. Lusi lo
Hello, readers. We'll meet again here. Finally finished this second season. It's such a relief to finish this story. I thank you very much for reading the story of Vesa Araya, Valentino Araya's son, and following it to the end. I hope the story doesn't disappoint and you are satisfied with this story. Hopefully, the ending will also be satisfying for the readers, and no one will be disappointed. I hope that the story of Vesa Araya will be remembered by readers. Finally, I hope to create other stories that readers will also like. Best regards from Zila Aicha, see you in Zila's next work. Zila Aicha
Gea's body looks so terrible. Her chest was stabbed with a knife and foam was coming out of his mouth and his eyes were open. Vesa immediately ordered, "Call the police now." Inka covered her face because she couldn't see it. Vesa immediately hugged the girl so that Inka wouldn't be afraid. "Who killed her? It was too cruel, Vesa. It was terrible," said the girl in a trembling voice. "We'll find out soon, let the police handle it," said Vesa. Not long after that the police came and immediately investigated the case. "Would you two come with us to the police station to testify?" asked the police officer. "Yes," Vesa replied. Vesa also invited Inka to join the police chief. Vesa and Inka had to be at the police station for at least two hours to testify. And when he finished and left the interrogation room, he saw Lara, Gea's daughter, coming to the police station with a face full of tears. "Have you found the culprit? Please tell me who killed my mother?" Lara screamed hysteri
"I don't hate you, Alea. It's just that you've gone too far," said Vesa. He then took Lara away from there. Alea shouted, "Vesa." Vesa ignored her. Alea could only bite her lower lip bitterly. Vesa didn't want to have anything to do with him anymore. The young man must have been so disgusted with him. Alea grabbed her hair and left the campus because she couldn't stand the sight of the students looking at her with strange looks. On the other hand, Vesa said quietly, "I'm sorry. Because of me, you became ....""It's okay. Well, by the way I have to go now, I think my friend has come," Lara said then. Vesa nodded slowly, still feeling so guilty. Once the girl left, he chose to change his plans. He couldn't possibly use Lara to trap Gea. The girl didn't know anything. For some reason, he felt that Lara was an innocent girl. Therefore he decided to attack Gea without involving Lara. That evening he returned to his house and immediately spoke to Inka, "I met Gea's daughter. Inka, we
In just no less than thirty seconds, Stefan sent a photo as soon as Vesa turned off his phone. Vesa calmly opened the message and smiled crookedly as soon as he saw the photo. Got you, Gea. Vesa thought. Immediately he pocketed his phone back and walked over to Lara with a bright smile. "Are you done calling?" asked Vesa who was much friendlier than before. "Got it. Want to take a walk now?" Lara asked back. "Yes, go ahead. I won't take up much of your time," Vesa said. Lara nodded and then started acting as a tour guide there. Even though it has only been seven months since leaving the campus, the campus has changed quite a lot. Vesa reminisced about his campus days. Even though he had a lot of bad memories there, he still had a few good memories so that now he felt quite disappointed again when he remembers the early days of his friendship with Derrick. Derrick was the first to defend him. He was also the first Vesa trusted and even told each other about anything. Really, Ve
Lara Serafin rushed into her campus, Greenwich University. She had promised Gemma Jones last night to accompany her to the library. When she stepped into that place, she had to pass a group of students from other faculties who were seen chatting casually. Lara was really enjoying her new life on campus. Even though at first he felt that there were a lot of things that were so odd like the unclear reasons his mother chose this country. Besides that, her mother, who currently chooses to work from home, certainly made her wonder even more. Her mother, Gea Raharjo, reasoned that working from home meant that she had more time to spend with her. Because of that too, Lara could never protest or ask more about her mother's main reason. And when Lara asked about her mother's occupation, her mother would only say that she was struggling with stocks. What kind of stock it was, Lara didn't know. And no matter how many times she asked, Gea would only answer the same. So Lara got tired of askin
Derrick could only be silent when he saw his best friend leave his house. He glanced at Alea, he really wanted to embrace Alea's body but when he got closer, Alea stepped back. With a face already wet with tears, Alea said sobbing softly, "It's all my fault. My fault, Derrick." Derrick shook his head, "No. It's my fault, Alea. You're not wrong. I made the mess." "I came to you, I am the most guilty," said Alea again. "I asked you to come, I, Derrick," continued Alea. Derrick snapped "And I wanted to come here too. Okay, fine. We're both guilty. We're both guilty." Alea fell on the floor of Derrick's yard, "Vesa must hate me. Even though we are fine. He never hurt me. But why me? Derrick, I'm just annoyed that he never wants to visit me here. Even though it's clear money is not a problem for him. But he is more concerned with his company. I just want the attention. Am I wrong?"Derrick sighed, "We are both guilty. Alya, come home. Sorry, I can't accompany you. I'm going to look f
London was still one of the most populous cities that Vesa has visited. The night view of this city always manages to make Vesa miss. Since the death of his grandparents about seven months ago, Vesa Araya has never visited the city. This was not because he did not want to go to see his grandparents, but because he was busy, which took up quite a bit of time. In the past six months, besides Vesa having to pursue his educational degree, he had to return to managing the company left by his father. He, who may be the child of the richest billionaire in Indonesia, had almost no spare time. So far, it could be said that Vesa's life was only focused on the world of business, education and at the same time tracking down Gea's whereabouts, which he still didn't know about. However, Vesa was not a person who gives up easily, especially since Gea was one of the causes of all the misfortune that had befallen him. Vesa did not stop the search one bit and even expanded it even more. However, the
"You don't want to investigate?" asked Inka then. Vesa was surprised to hear Inka's words, "Investigating? You say it as if Derrick has done something strange." Inka chuckled, "Vesa, that's not what I meant. Well, we don't know what happened there. It could be that he is in big trouble." Inka saw Vesa's brow furrowed. The young man was thinking. "When I got to know Derrick, he wasn't like you. You always say anything. But not with Derrick. You are really close friends, but I think he still keeps secrets or you could say he doesn't always say anything to you," explained Inka. "That's what I know, Inka. I told you earlier. He doesn't always say everything and I never force him to say it. I respect her privacy," Vesa replied. "There you go, Vesa. Why don't you try to investigate. Who knows, he actually needs your help but doesn't say it," said Inka. Vesa thought seriously. He finally gave up. He overcame his ego that wanted to survive and didn't ask Derrick. He had to know Derric
Gea smiled briefly before answering her daughter's question, "Because England is your dream country." Lara was confused but tried to smile, not wanting to bother her mother with her own questions which might make Mother sad. "You'll like it later, honey. You can get into Greenwich University later," said Gea. Lara nodded and then the food came. The young girl who had completed her high school education started concentrating on the food in front of her. "Eat first, Mother, sleep for a while, okay? If you need anything, you can wake Mother up," said Gea again. Lara replied, "Yes, Mother, take it easy. After I eat, I'll go to bed." "Good girl," Gea praised, stroking her daughter's hair gently. Shortly after, Gea was completely closed. Unfortunately, even though Lara from the outside appeared to be enjoying her meal, it was a shame her mind was wandering elsewhere. Lara was still very young, at the age of just turning eighteen, she could think more maturely than her peers. So it's