Even though Alex didn't like the young man he was helping at all, he couldn't bear to let someone who had just fallen down the stairs be left alone. He wasn't a bad person, he emphasized that to himself. "Or do you want me to take you to the campus medical center?" offered Alex again. Vesa who had started to feel that the pain in his head was starting to go away immediately replied, "No. I'm fine. Thank you for helping me." Alex frowned in disbelief, "Are you sure you're okay? You look really pale and it's bleeding on your forehead. You must have hit it when you fell earlier." Vesa touched his forehead and sure enough there was blood on his hand. "It's okay, I'll treat it at home," said Vesa again.Alex sighed wearily, then the man took out a handkerchief and gave it to Ves. He said, "Wipe your blood." Vesa once said, "Thank you." Alex was still waiting and watched Vesa wipe his forehead. Then feeling he'd been there too long, Alex said, "I'm leaving now. There's class. And be
Vesa was driving the car alone. Actually he was hesitant at first but after convincing himself that he should start knowing the area he currently lived in, he was determined. Jakarta was indeed very large and he felt very lucky because Inka's house was quite easy to find. Before he left earlier, he had a heated argument with Ruslan who didn't want to let him go without bodyguards. However, after Vesa convinced the old man, Ruslan finally gave in. Ruslan was forced to let his young master go alone but on the condition that the car was equipped with GPS so that Ruslan could find out his whereabouts. Vesa, who didn't want to argue, finally complied with Ruslan's wishes. After parking the car, Vesa was immediately greeted by Inka, who this time seemed to be wearing fresh homely clothes. The girl was wearing a gray t-shirt and knee-length jeans. "Welcome to my house," said Inka happily. "It's huge," Vesa said innocently. Inka turned her head, "This is too big to be called a house. It
Before Vesa answered Inka's question, a deep baritone voice could be heard from the stairs, "Why ask about that photo?" Stefan Aditama was quietly climbing the stairs and smiled at Inka as soon as he saw the girl. "Uncle, are you home?" asked the girl in surprise. "Why, bad girl? You don't like your uncle coming home early?" Stefan asked pretending to be offended. Vesa still didn't turn around and stared at the photo with a blank stare full of confusion. "Ah, that's not it. Just surprised that you don't usually come home this afternoon? Is there something wrong?" Inka asked back. "Well, let's just say that my business is going smoothly so you can go home quickly," Stefan answered casually. "How dare you bring your friend home, is he ..." Inka quickly interrupted, "Don't think it's weird, Uncle. We're just doing group work." Stefan then glanced at the young man who was still with his back to him. "Hey, young man. Where are your manners? I'm here and you're not even facing this
The sound of the door slamming open startled the three of them. Stefan rushed down the stairs followed by Vesa and Inka in confusion. On the ground floor, several people dressed in all black appeared there. Vesa immediately knew if they were his father's men. Stefan turned to look at the boy's confused face and asked once again, "You really didn't call them?" "No, really. I don't know," Vesa answered honestly. Stefan believed it. "Hey, what are you guys doing? Coming to someone's house in such a barbaric way. Don't you know how to properly visit someone's house?" quipped Stefan. Vesa looked at them and then a man of Stefan's age who was none other than Ruslan came inside, "Young Master." Vesa nodded and then drew closer to Ruslan. He asked, "What's wrong? Why are you here and why are you bringing so many guards?" Ruslan looked at Stefan fiercely, "I'm sorry Young Master. I saw that you were in this house and didn't think this was Mr. Stefan's house. Maybe you forgot that Mr. S
Vesa knew that he shouldn't suspect someone without good reason. However, when he learnt what had happened to his father, he was increasingly convinced that there was really no one he could really trust unless that person was related by blood. The only person who was related to him by blood in Indonesia was his father so from that moment on, he would not give his full trust to anyone. Even if it was Ruslan, the one who had trusted his own father and had helped him. But deep down, he wanted to trust Derrick and the twins even though the three of them were not from Indonesia. Especially Derrick, he felt that his one friend was sincere to him and had no ulterior motives. And he hoped his hunch was right. He wanted to have someone like Agusta Irawan who was like his father had before. Of all the closest people to his father, only Agusta accompanied his father and was loyal until he lost his life. However, even though Vesa hoped for a true friend like Agusta, he wouldn't allow Derrick
"Uncle, I have something that I haven't told Uncle," said Vesa shortly before their car arrived at the parking area of the AL Group officials. Ruslan who was sitting beside the driver immediately turned his head, "Yes. Young Master?" Vesa sighed before speaking, he had to convince himself that what he was doing was right. "Someone tried to harm me on campus," Vesa said in a low voice. Ruslan's eyes widen in surprise, his mouth slightly open, "Why did you tell me now? When did it happen? Could you please tell me in more detail, Young Master?" Vesa nodded, "I was waiting for my three friends near the stairs and I was suddenly pushed. I fell but luckily someone saved me." "What? Gosh, Young master. We're going to the hospital now, I'm afraid if your wound is serious ....""No. No need, Uncle. I'm fine. I'm just asking for help to investigate who pushed me," said Vesa.Ruslan frowned slightly thinking."Why, Uncle?" asked Vesa "There is no CCTV around there, Young Master," said Ru
In the elevator, Derrick looked at his friend in surprise but said nothing. "Oh yes Vesa. Why did you leave your phone in your room?" asked Derrick. "Huh? I left it?" asked Vesa pretending to be surprised. Vesa patted his forehead lightly. Derrick looked at Vesa strangely, "You are. You forgetful. Do we need to go upstairs again to get your cell phone?"Vesa quickly responded, "No. There's no need, Derrick. It's only a short break, I'm afraid it'll end later. You brought your cell phone, right? If there's anything important, they'll definitely call you. Verylta knows I'm out with you." Derrick nodded, "That's right." When the elevator opened, Vesa accidentally dropped his watch in front of the elevator and it caught Derrick's eye. However, before Derrick protested, Vesa had already dragged his friend and gone across the street. Arriving at the mini market, Vesa took Derrick's cellphone and quickly turned it off. "Vesa, what are you doing?" Derrick was getting confused by Vesa'
"Ah, I left my cell phone behind. Is it there? Anything important?" asked Vesa as he entered his office. "Oh, that. Nothing, Sir. Just worried about you. Then I'll excuse myself," Verylta said and the girl just disappeared. Vesa sighed in disappointment. He was starting to understand slowly now. There was so much falsehood around him that he began to feel he had to be more vigilant. He glanced at his cell phone on the table and was in no mood to touch it. He had been feeling strange about the phone for a long time. He also recently realized that his cell phone had been tapped. And not only that, he also knew that all his luxury watches had been fitted with wiretaps. Vesa didn't know if he should laugh or be sad right now. He was so confused that he didn't know who he could trust. Two hours later, he was just wasting his time trying to figure out how he could uncover this unnatural thing. Suddenly he came out of his room,"Verlyta, I want to go home now. Help my driver." Verlyta'
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