Kusuma Wardhana's family arrived at Willy's residence. Shortly after, Amurwa and his family arrived.
"How are you, Mr. Amurwa? Thank God we can finally gather here." Kusuma hugged Amurwa and asked him to sit while waiting for the welcome from the host.
"Alhamdulillah, I hope this friendship will last in the afterlife, okay?"
"Amen.'
"This is my uncle. He is my uncle, and Uncle, he is Kusuma, my friend that I once told you." Karyajasa looked at Kusuma Wardhana with furrowed brows.
'Kusuma, who used to be your master?'
Kusuma Wardhana looked at Amurwa. He was surprised by Karyajasa's memory which was still very strong. He had almost forgotten that he had been Amurwa Bhumi's master.
Kusuma got up and kissed Karyajasa's hand solemnly. He knelt down, paying homage to the old man who looked very healthy in front of him.
"Uncle."
Karyajasa looked at Kusuma Wardhana with a gentle gaze. His eyes lit up when the dashing man called him Uncle.
"Would you like to be my uncle?'
