The Successor of the Family
Stalker

"Who do you mean, Arnold? There was no one there," asked Mama Anisa while frowning in confusion.

"There was. The one who admired Bel was there. Oh don't forget that there are people who are still curious about our family relationships" Arnold said enigmatic.

Everything immediately scrunched up his forehead in wonder because he did not understand what Arnold said. Arnold's nature is almost the same as Alan makes them sometimes can not understand the way of mind both. Even sometimes the second guess makes everything can only shake the head. It's beyond reason.

"Show me we're all okay. Then he will come out on his own" he said again.

"What are you talking about, son? Who admires Abel? The echo?" ask Papa Reza.

Arnold only spread his shoulders indifferently in response to the confusion of his family. It was as if Arnold wanted to make everyone curious. Moreover, seeing the condition of his brother, grandmother, and grandfather who could not possibly interfere in his affairs. Let that be his business.

"No, don't talk about rich things. Arnold wants to rest, dizzy when talking constantly." said Arnold who then closed his eyes.

Though his family so displays the look of his curious face. But looking at Arnold who seemed to have a lot of rest, making them choose to let it go. The four of them immediately sat on the sofa to rest themselves.

***

"Damn it... I can tell if there is something bad. Does she know my identity again?" he muttered after running out of the hospital area.

After Arnold yelled at him as the stalker, the male figure in jeans and the black hoodie in the hat immediately ran. He couldn't have shown his face so quickly. Moreover, he still has a debt of gratitude to the Farda family.

"Hopefully Arnold doesn't know who I am. If so, I also lose in disguise gini." he continued who then went by from the hospital.

The stalker's plan is to go to the police station to meet Andre. There were a few things he had to do, especially free Andre from prison. He was not willing if the Farda family was destroyed just because of a misunderstanding.

***

"Alan, what school do you want to go to?" ask Grandma Hulim while showing some schools that she is looking for on the internet.

Alan immediately took Granny Hulim's cell phone and saw what was there. His forehead frowned in wonder to see the writing on the screen of his grandmother's phone. English writing that Alan does not understand very well.

"Alan wants public school, Grandma. The free ones continue to have the help funds. SPP's a grais, whatever's where." break up Alan while handing over Granny Hulim's cell phone.

"There's a rich school here, Alan. If you want a scholarship, you have to take a test and make what kind of work it is." said Granny Hulim who was furious with Alan's request.

"Always, there isn't? In Indonesia, my mother. Well how is this? If you pay, Alan does not have to go to school. Alan wants to work here," said Alan, nodding his head.

This grandson is very unique. Though just pointing to the school where but even ngajak arguing first. Moreover, Alan who instead wants a free school when he can finance everything. Even if Alan asked to be educated at an international school, he immediately agreed.

"It was brought here for success, Grandma. Not for school. After all, finding knowledge does not have to be from school, right? Grandma is old. If until now still working and thinking about Alan's school, when did grandma rest in peace?" alan asked with a sad face.

"You do'ain grandma rests quietly in that grave?" exclaimed Grandma Hulim who was upset with Alan's words.

"Astaghfirullah's... Grandma misunderstood. It means to rest at home and do not have to think about work. Pity his body you know, Grandma." said Alan immediately rectified his speech.

Grandma Hulim continued to sigh repeatedly because talking with Alan does require extra energy and patience. He was confused himself how to face Alan who was so chatty and clever to lick this tongue.

"You're actually the same concern grandma or seduce to get work heh? Remember Alan, grandma will never let you work when you are still under 17 years old. Grandma can still pay for you to eat and school even up to S3," said Granny Hulim firmly.

"Unfortunately Alan doesn't want that high school, Grandma" said Alan who then laid his head on his grandmother's lap.

"Freaky boy. Free school until college doesn't want to. Even want to work, you want to know what exactly?" asked Grandma Hulim who was anxious with her granddaughter.

"You want Alan to be able to prove to the man that Alan can live without him. Somehow, but Alan wants to work." said Alan firmly.

Even the two palms of Alan clenched tightly. Hulim's grandmother who saw that immediately stroked Alan's arm gently. Hulim's grandmother was also upset by Andre's attitude which seemed to discriminate his treatment on the other three children. But he couldn't blame the man completely either.

"Don't hate your father too much. After all, he is your parent who you should respect. As bad as he is, Andre is your papa. Alan is a good boy, so no grudge against his papa. Giving warnings and lessons is not papa, but do not get revenge" said Granny Hulim gave understanding.

"Alan's not a good boy. Alan's a fucking kid, an installer, a prostitute, stupid, and useless. So is it okay to be vengeful and disrespectful to her?" alan said while chuckling cynically.

Suddenly Grandma Hulim could only sigh harshly. It seems like it would be very difficult for Grandma Hulim to make Alan not hate his papa. But he believes that Alan has a soft side especially to his own family.

Alan just got up from his bed and left in front of Grandma Hulim. His two hands were also still seen clenching tightly as Alan left from there. Hulim's grandmother immediately went to see Nadia in her room to discuss Alan's matter.

"Damn it... I'll bales the slap you gave me. Whether it was directly or not" muttered Alan who was now behind the house while looking straight ahead.

Staring sharply at the big tree in front of him as if what was now in front of him was Andre. His palm was raised tightly later...

Bugh... Bugh...