The Price of Sainthood
Brown envelope

"Mamaa ...!"

Helena who had just entered the house was taken aback by her daughter's welcome. Unlike before who always ignored, this time Lara behaved like a child who missed her mother. The girl immediately hugged as soon as she knew her arrival. It seems Lara was deliberately waiting for him to come home.

"Ih, Mama's child's tumben so spoiled gini. Why, honey, sad again?" guess Helena while keeping Lara's body away to be able to look at her face.

A mother's instinct never misses. Lara who looked sad suddenly dropped her lips and nodded slowly. The girl openly allowed.

Helena sighed softly, then took Lara's hand to sit on the sofa. Seeing the mother's light response made Lara even more upset and eventually protested Helena's actions.

"Ma! It's Lara again sprain, loh Ma. How's your usual response?"

"Well, how should Mama go?"

"Yes how do you do it! Panic cake. Or follow that sad." Turning her back to Helena, Lara glanced at the woman angrily. "Well, Mama doesn't have any sympathy at all. Mom, is not my mom, is she?"

"Here, lebay." Instead of sympathizing, Helena joked. As she had expected, Lara almost opened her mouth about to grumble as usual while being upset, but in a hurry she was silenced by something Helena took from her suitcase. "Nih, souvenirs from Bali."

Lara glared, Then held the small paper bag that wrapped the thing. "What is this, Ma?" her question was curious with an ordinary expression without the slightest hint of angry curry. Is that a change in mood?

"It's open." Not lazy to tell, but Helena wants Lara to see for herself what the gift she gave.

Lara was about to open her gift, but her memory of Dante's face made her no longer tasteful. Thinning while looking at his mother upset, he then issued a whining style.

"Yeahah! Don't worry about my sadness with this gift! Free! Not mempan! Dante's face continues to dance in the eye, Ma, keep me sprained!" Lara put her paper bag again and threw her back on the back of the chair. Helena who saw the behavior of her daughter could only laugh even though she never left an elegant attitude.

Wanting to completely mend the fractured relationship with her biological daughter, she begins to focus her attention on the baby. He stared fixed a pair of eyeballs owned by Lara, then listened well curhatan his daughter with full of affection.

So late in the glamorous life and put aside personal affairs make Helena realize that she has spent a lot of time to grow and develop the princess just her wayang. He is too engrossed in his own affairs to forget that Lara also needs affection from him, longing for him, even though many household assistants who get the task to take care of Lara.

Now he realized, the child is still a child. Lara needs herself as well as Narendra. Not money. Not a luxury either. She felt like a useless mother. After all these years, he realized that.

Helena's consciousness didn't just come. This is the fruit of Narendra's encounter with people in his past.

Helena has never had a hard life in the past. With the existence of Alisha and Wanda who incidentally was Narendra's first wife even without the consent of her parents, it inevitably makes Helena feel threatened.

He realized, all this time his relationship with Narendra was far from harmonious. Of course he did not want if Narendra would want to return to Wanda and bring his family to come here. Narendra is his own. It belongs to Helena! Since then, he has been trying to fix himself.

Meanwhile, elsewhere, Narendra, who was standing facing a glass wall, looked pensive as he looked at the view of the capital from the top floor of the skyscraper where he was. It had been more than five minutes he was in that position, standing straight with fingers snaking into his pants pocket.

A moment later came the sound of knocking on the door from outside, following the figure of Jonathan entering inside. As if he could guess who had come, Narendra asked without looking back.

"Have you got what I asked for?"

"Already, Sir. You can see it now." Jonathan shows a large brown envelope in his hand as Narendra turns around. He then thrust the object after Narendra occupies his great seat.

Without hesitation Narendra opened the contents of the envelope. His teeth gritted as he looked at the sheets one by one. Adorable the picture paper back onto the workbench, his hands involuntarily clenched firmly. Although he did not say a word, his facial expression therapy implied an enormous anger.

"Sir, are you okay?" Jonathan, who noticed the change in the face of the big boss, asked worriedly as he took one step forward. However, Narendra's raised hand was enough to say if the man was okay.