Under the stage, Mrs. Maimunah looked emotionally at the events in front of her. She lowered her face, hiding her tears until her husband Isaac stood in front of her.
"Come home with me!" Mrs. Maimunah flanked by the guards climbed into the car and the car fled to her residence at top speed.
After the event, the reporters interviewed Shasha, they wanted to know a lot about her. But Shasha refused all of them. A well-built man approached Shasha,
"We have taken your grandmother home," said the man. Shasha read the aura of danger from him. Her grandmother had been kidnapped. "Come with us!" Shasha took the mayor's hand passing in front of her.
Mr. Rahmat was shocked, This was the first time in his life that Shasha spoke in a pleading voice, asking for his protection and help. "Father, help me!" Mr. Rahmat was surprised. He did not expect Shasha would want to talk to him. When he saw the look on Shasha's face, he realized Shasha's state. The girl's face was pale, her hands were cold.
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A manly and charismatic figure, Mr. Isaac Ibrahim, a prominent community figure who owns nearly an eighth of the city of East Samboja, owned coffee plantations, as well as several gas stations in several cities in the province and hotels in several cities in Indonesia, what couldn't be valued into monetary terms so easily, belong to that lonely man.
Wealth was of no use to him because that cannot make him happy, with money and influence he was capable of deciding someone as the legislative member, mayor, governor, and so on.
But all these were not able to provide true happiness to him, even though he had been sponsoring many orphanages, educational institutions, those were also unable to replace the guilt and loss.
Losing a loved one, whom he loved with all his soul. The person who he once thought dead was now in front of him. Mr. Maimunah, the woman he loved had the heart to leave him, hiding from him for years, hiding the existence of his children and grandchildren.
All data about Maimunah only appeared 5 years ago, after Maya Agustin came to him with his wedding photo and marriage certificate with Maimunah. Maya Agustin, a famous singing artist, turned out to be his daughter. DNA test results proved that they were father and daughter.
It's just that Maya Agustin couldn't bring her mother Maimunah, because her mother always moved from one city to another.
But what struck Isaac was that he had a granddaughter, Shasha Fadila Rahmat, the result of her marriage to her first husband, Mr Rahmat.
So far, he was very close to Mr. Rahmat, even like his own son. Son of Mr. Zakaria, a school friend, who married Maya Agustin. Even Zakaria just found out that Maya was Isaac's daughter. Mr. Zakaria also regretted that he separated Maya and Rahmat. Moreover, it turned out that Shasha was his granddaughter.
A glimmer of hope-filled Isaac's life, since then he had been trying hard to find Maimunah and Shasha. It's just that Maya Agustin was not a child-like she hoped, Maya Agustin was being used by her husband, who only wanted her assets and wealth, Maya's husband, this material man was using Maya for his benefit.
Maya Agustin asked for her rights as a child. Isaac gave her whatever she wanted, Maya wanted to own a mansion, a luxury car, a boutique business, a jewelry shop, a seat in the legislative cabinet.
Maya Agustin only needed wealth, wealth and power, but did not love him like a daughter loved her father. Isaac realized that his daughter had a deep grudge against him.
No matter how much treasure Maya wanted to have, it was not a problem for Isaac, but because Maya's husband, Isaac limited the facilities he gave.
Isaac looked at Mrs. Maimunah, this woman got a lot of beautiful genes from her clan, which hadn't changed even though it's been almost 60 years. His wife Maimunah looked back at him. There was a hint of hatred on her face.
"Tell me why you have been hiding, running away, and even pretending to be dead?" asked Isaac softly to his wife. Longing shone on his face.
Mrs. Maimunah looked at him coldly. "Aren't you the one who wanted my death?" Mrs. Maimunah asked in return. Isaac looked at her in surprise. "I Wanted To Kill You?" his eyes widened in shock.
Mrs. Maimunah laughed coldly. "Your wife threatened me and sent assassins to get rid of me". Isaac fell silent. Didn't expect his late wife to be that cruel.
Maya finally came home full of regret and hurt. A young artist had dominated the judging event, she was only allowed to deal with small candidates and could not stand out.
And to Maya's disappointment, the young artist collaborated with the TV crew to cut short the shooting time. There was no use for her to protest, the show was already live.
Since getting off the plane and all the way home, Maya Agustin endured her heartache, Melissa was really too much, she just entered the entertainment world, and already dared to bully her seniors.
It would be wrong of her not to read and study the contents of the invitation contract if she knew that she was only used as a display she would not be willing to attend the event. This was a big humiliation for her. She was too happy to receive that incomplete information. How proud she was, she was appointed to be a guest judge to replace a senior artist. There were 2 replacements for the senior jury, herself and Melissa.
She even set aside an invitation to award an award from the provincial government, otherwise, she would be uniting with her family, father, mother, and daughter.
The event at the governor's pavilion was more valuable than attending, rather than being an embarrassing display. After all, the event was only the first round of eliminating participants and was a delayed broadcast, so many shots were cut. Her role as a jury became very meaningless, the young artist Melissa Adrian, by relying on a young and sexy body, her voice was far from beautiful than Maya Agustin's, but she had a professional agent and manager and was currently debuting. Artists like Maya who have no hits and were no longer popular, thus they would be abandoned and forgotten.
That's the entertainment industry. Ever-changing and always new. The old artist will be forgotten.