The Price of Sainthood
Meeting of two families

"Dante!" Niken screeched in disbelief at the sight of the son standing in front of her. The beautiful woman immediately hugged tightly while closing her eyes feelingly. Not intending to let go immediately, he held the son for quite a long time.

Dante who heard a small sobbing immediately rubbed the mother's back. Very soft and full of love. Because he really misses the door of heaven.

"Ma, Mama why cry? Don't you like Dante coming home?"

"Basin a bad boy!" The atmosphere of Haru Niken was immediately oversized by the silly speech of the son. He reflexively opens his eyes, breaks his arms, then hits Dante's arm slowly. "If you don't like to say anything, Mama hugs you too! Mama's too happy, Dante. I can't even believe you're standing here right now. Mama's almost desperate to wait for you to come home ...!"

"I'm sorry about Dante's childish attitude, Ma. Dante's sorry." Dante wiped Niken's tears, making the woman who was grumbling annoyed immediately smile haru.

"Sorry Mama also who can not remember you in front of Papa huh, son. Sorry, because Mama is a helpless mother."

Dante shook his head with a smile. "That's not right, Ma. Mama did the right thing. Wrong children are not to be defended, Ma. Instead of being spoiled and not understanding his mistakes."

Niken is getting excited. Both of his palms directly cupped the two sides of the son's face. "It turns out there is always wisdom behind all events, yes. It was like your decision to leave home at that time. When you get back home, your thinking grows, baby. Mama's proud of you."

"Thank you, Ma. But I'm not that mature, really," elak Dante with a wry smile.

Honestly, he does not like to be said to be mature in terms of thinking. Because in fact it is still as it used to be. It is often rash and ends with the word surrender.

"Ma, Dante wants a break. Dante's tired and misses room." He passed by without waiting for his mother's answer.

"But Dante–" Niken exclaimed as he raised his hand. I hope the son returns to her. The shingles have not been treated. And there are still many things he wants to ask. But Dante didn't bother him. The young man stepped up the stairs.

Niken sighed softly. He lowered his hand which was raised. Trying to understand Dante's feelings might be better. His son looks less excited, but has not five minutes back after months away.

Could there be hidden problems?

***

Dante stepped slowly as he climbed the stairs to get to the second floor of his parents' house. His eyes stared softly at every inch of the magnificent building he passed. The house he had lived in since birth. Surely there are no more memories that he built with loved ones in this place.

He knows, Niken is not satisfied to let go of longing. It was very clear that a disappointed look from the woman's face when she said she missed the room when saying goodbye. Of course the woman misunderstood and felt numbered duakan, but that is not what Dante really meant. He just wanted to avoid the questions his mother might have reminded him of his heartache. He's really tired. Tired of heart and mind. He wants to rest for a while.

Arriving in front of an ivory white door with beautiful carvings, Dante paused for a moment. The door was tightly closed. Just like when he left that day.

Slowly his hand moved to hold the handle of the gold-colored door and then pushed it to open. The room with a large size nuanced blue sea immediately greeted the sense of sight when the door was open.

Dante walked slowly into his bedroom. His gaze scanned every inch of the place that was secretly missed. The situation is still the same as when he used to live. Fragrant, clean and neat. He already guessed that. My mom will take care of hers and take care of hers very well.

Occasionally he touches and holds the favorite items before putting them back into place properly. Finally, he sat on the edge of the bed and laid his body on the expensive bed.

"The months I spent on the run, in fact, did not produce success. There is only disappointment." Dante muttering. "Okay. Enough to torture myself. There's no point remembering him anymore. Now focus, on my own life."

***

Niken said what it was. Dante does look charming with a light blazer suit. Dante purposely inched the arm to make it look more relaxed and casual. A sweet smile that is decomposed with forced does not reduce the level of good looks at all.

"Are you ready?" Robby got up from his seat when the son was near. He glanced at the watch on his left wrist, then glanced at Dante. "We're leaving now. They're waiting at the restaurant."

Dante did not answer with the word. He could only follow his father's steps. Not wanting to make the happy smile of the mother who took him enthusiastically faded, he tried to be obedient even though he still felt doubtful if what he took was the right decision.

Today, they came to an expensive restaurant. His parents had arranged a meeting with a family that was predicted to be besan. This was indeed Dante's first meeting even though he already knew some things about his future father-in-law. About how the man was so good at raising the company. Not from a spy or his father, just through the media that every day highlights the movements that happen to pass on his social media accounts. Because of lack of interest, Dante did not want to take it deeper. Even about his family's personal life.

Arriving at the entrance, a beautiful young woman immediately welcomed their arrival. The manager of the restaurant that Niken already knew led them to a special room that seemed to have been prepared.

Robby immediately greeted happily when the three people who were already in it welcomed their arrival.

"Marendra!" Robby waved his hand as he approached the person who was immediately standing aware of his arrival. Both of them spread their hands to get a hug.

A good business-style hug also occurs between Robby and Narendra. A socialite woman's hug occurs between Niken and Helena. Conversations occur even while standing.

Dante who began to be uncomfortable with the state of the room can only entertain himself with his clothing. He took an empty seat and started staring at the screen. He did not notice the stare coming from the other seat. He did not realize that a beautiful girl was watching him secretly. Until the clap on the right shoulder successfully made him distract.

"Dante is an HP toy, anyway? That dong is Lara. There was a beautiful girl in there." Niken glanced at Lara who was now smiling sweetly, while Dante immediately followed the direction of his mother's gaze.

Lara?

Dante frowned as his gaze collided with the beautiful girl. He tried to remember the ready girl who was no stranger. Where they have met.

"Hi Dante." Lara extended her hand in front of Dante.

Dante immediately lowered his gaze, noticing the smooth sleeves with beautiful gold bracelet ornaments and pink cuttings adorning his long nails. As if reluctant to welcome him, he returned his gaze to the owner.

Lara raised an eyebrow while staring at her hand for a bit, as if beckoning if her hand needed a welcome. The girl's expression looked cheerful, inversely proportional to Dante who was like he was looking at her.

"Dante." Niken who began to be impatient also spoke up. He glared with warning as the son looked at him.

Inevitably, Dante welcomed the helping hand. At that time he also remembered who Lara was. It turned out to be the girl Alisha had introduced him to.

Suddenly Dante felt something was up. Her eyes squinted as she watched Lara who was smiling sinlessly.

Why am I so suspicious of Lara, huh? inner Dante wondered.