JULID Girl'S
Red box

"Shahrul is still here." Rizal smilingly looked at the figure of a teary-eyed man who now walked quickly into his boarding house because drizzle again hit the city.

"Aren't you familiar with Erul's brother?" Nuah turned around and looked at Rizal, there was a myriad of curious from Nuah's heart about the man.

"Know, he's a big boy." Nuah raised her eyebrows and looked at the same confused Mamat, she herself did not know why her best friend had brought her to that place.

"She didn't look, she was nice. He's also my best friend's nephew." Nuah explained with eyes looking at Alif.

"Friend? What's name?" Rizal suddenly felt excited and glared as if he wanted to pounce on Nuah.

"Ck, it's normal." Mamat pressed Rizal's forehead with his index finger.

"Wulan, she's Alif's mother." Nuah pointed towards Alif who was sound asleep.

Degs..

Degs..

Degs..

Rizal's heart was pounding very fast, even Rizal unconsciously now let out his tears.

Nuah felt confused looking at Mamat who was now feeling confused as well. The two of them simultaneously raised their shoulders and felt the air running down on their hearts.

"Why you?" Mamat asked curiously, plus now Rizal's face turned pale.

"Me, anter me to the apartment." Rizal asked with a trembling voice at Mamat, Mamat quickly returned his vehicle to a residential apartment building.

"You guys if you want to walk down the street, Alif is still sleeping just like me. Pick him up when you're done." Rizal holds Alif and is helped by Mamat Rizal to put two large suitcases into his apartment.

"Sir Wulan nitipin Alifnya to me, I do not want to be said irresponsible. I'll take Alif, won't you, brother Mamat?" Mamat nodded in agreement to Nuah's wishes.

"In charge?" Rizal's head throbbed, his chest suddenly felt tight. Those two words seemed more suitable for him.

"I'll take care of him, I just have to ask. Now how's Wulan doing?" Nuah really felt strange about the situation, suddenly Rizal turned into like a defendant.

"He was good, he was nitip Alif because he wanted to work at a celebration event, and the night he also had to guard at the gas station. So I'll take care of him 24 hours now." Nuah explained the current condition about Wulan.

"Is he married?" Nuah became more confused. Now Mamat was able to catch the contents of the conversation, as long as he silently observed his best friend.

"Not brother, uh but even though she had children and was not married, she was not a rich woman. She is a kind and caring woman, she also always takes care of us and also..." Nuah explained everything she knew about Wulan.

"Alright, tomorrow there's a company handover event. Help me, please." Nuah more confused, Mamat who noticed the needs of his best friend, Mamat threw his body on the sofa in the living room.

"Zal, think about it. Do you want to make that announcement? Don't you think how rich he feels?" Nuah approached Mamat before pulling her arm and sitting next to him.

"Sister? Why this?" Nuah stared at Mamat intensely, two large eyeballs belonging to Nuah made Mamat momentarily fixated.

"You know Alif's father?" Mamat asked Nuh to lure him to tell a story.

"Not brother." Nuah was not provoked by Mamat's words, on the other hand Rizal brought Alif into his room and cried in there.

"I don't know, brother, I'm new there." Nuah said she did not want to divulge personal information about her best friend.

"Don't lie." Mamat brought his face closer to Nuah's face until their eyes clashed and at once Nuah held her breath.

"Sister, that Wulan Sister also has privacy, I don't want to give information about others without her prior consent." Nuah smiled clumsily and her body reflexes inched away from Mamat.

"You're so loyal, aren't you? Rizal is Alif's father." Nuah's eyes suddenly rounded, he stared directly at Mamat in disbelief.

"Two years ago, Rizal was forced by his parents to leave for New York and continue his studies there, Rizal has no access to the outside and is monitored 24 hours by the system there." Nuah was stunned for a moment listening to every word spoken by Mamat.

"It doesn't make sense, but I'm sure it's Rizal's son." Nuah lowered her head.

It was tragic Nuah thought, a very heart-wrenching love story like Novel alone.

2 Years Ago.

That day a heavy rain hit the city, Wulan stared at the two red lines shown in a test kit.

"I'm pregnant." A smile was engraved on her sweet lips, without her noticing now laughter came out of her mouth.

"Geez, I'm seriously pregnant. I have to tell Rizal." Immediately Wulan grabbed his cellphone which was originally lying on his dressing table.

Tuout...

Tuout..

Tuout...

"No, not raised, right?" Wulan tried repeatedly until the call was up to 30 times.

"Nobody rich usually, hmm.maybe more patients." Wulan came to a quick conclusion, because all he knew about Rizal was, Rizal was just a Psychologist who went to school because he got a scholarship.

At that time Wulan did not know the true identity of a Rizal Fadli, until that night.

"Excuse me." Someone knocked on the door of the Wulan boarding house in a soft and warm voice.

"Yes, just a minute." Wulan hurriedly approached the door and it appeared that a middle-aged man carrying a box in his hand was red.

"You're this?" Wulan was confused, she had never known the figure and in her memory she had never met him at all.

"I'm Mr. Padli's private secretary. He left this to me before he left." Wulan frowned trying to understand the old man's intentions.

"Padli, who is it?" Wulan asked somewhat confusedly.

"He is the successor of the Padli Group company do you not know? Master is the one who loves you." Wulan was confused by the man's explanation.

"Oh well, maybe you will find the answer after opening this box. I'll go home." The man handed the box in his hand and turned right forward the way, leaving Wulan who was still on the verge of being curious and curious from the bottom of his heart.