Hello, readers. We'll meet again here. Finally finished this second season. It's such a relief to finish this story.
I thank you very much for reading the story of Vesa Araya, Valentino Araya's son, and following it to the end.
I hope the story doesn't disappoint and you are satisfied with this story.
Hopefully, the ending will also be satisfying for the readers, and no one will be disappointed.
I hope that the story of Vesa Araya will be remembered by readers.
Finally, I hope to create other stories that readers will also like.
Best regards from Zila Aicha, see you in Zila's next work.
Zila Aicha
"Hey, what's going on? Why do you look so gloomy?" Hera Adnan asked as she had just seen her grandson come home from college with a languid face. Vesa Araya still looked down and did not answer his grandmother's question. "Vesa Araya, I am talking to you. Can't you hear me?" Vesa who was walking and was about to climb the stairs stopped and turned around. He already understood that every time his grandmother called his full name like it meant that his grandmother was getting impatient. The young man who was about to turn twenty years old looked at his aged grandmother but the lines of beauty were still on his face. "What should I say, Grandma?" Vesa said lazily. Hera sighed softly and then spoke, "What happened at your campus again? Do you have problems with your friends?" Vesa replied, "When have I not had problems with them? You know it very well, they bully me almost every day. And they said I didn't deserve to study at the University of Greenwich. I'm too poor and a lo
"Valen, don't be so cruel to your son. Come on, you don't want your son to be humiliated, do you?" Thomas Miller said. He was on the phone with Valentino Araya, his stepson and father of his grandson, Vesa Araya. Hera Adnan, who was sitting near her husband, could only stare at her husband with a concerned look. "Your son has been humiliated so many times. Don't you feel sorry for him? Just let him shut his friends' mouths this time." Valentino said, "No, Dad. It's not time yet. Just leave it like this for now." "What!? You-" Thomas angrily turned off the line. "You are stubborn. How could he not want to help his own son? Why does your son still insist on not wanting Vesa to get anything better? What's the point-" His voice was cut off when his phone rang again. The tone of his cell phone was deliberately set to a high enough tone because Thomas Miller had suffered a rather severe hearing loss at the age of eighty. Actually, come to think of it, Thomas was still lucky
Vesa Araya had almost no friends on campus. That's because most of his classmates were people who were quite respected and at least had a higher social class than him. Vesa's friend was from another faculty and of course not invited to Derrick's birthday party. Vesa was used to being ignored by his friends so he just walked alone and took a glass of what he thought was a lychee-flavoured drink. The owner of the event didn't serve alcohol because at the party, not only friends from college but also several children who were most likely relatives of the Whites attended. Vesa took a sip of the lychee-flavoured drink and was stunned when his tongue loved the drink so much. He just drank it down until he heard someone spit, "You've never had a drink like this, have you?" It was Alea's voice, the girl who apparently still didn't want to let go. The girl's gaze looked down on him but Vesa didn't do anything and instead remained silent. Alea, who didn't like being ignored, immediatel
Derrick finally got off the stage and walked towards Vesa who had just put down his glass. He approached Vesa with a complicated expression and made everyone in the building unable to take their eyes off Derrick. "Tell me, Vesa. Where did you get this watch?" Derrick repeated, clutching the watch. Derrick's father and his wife followed his son and stood behind Derrick. Vesa was about to answer but then Alea nudged his arm. She said, "Answer it quickly, why are you silent?" Vesa rolled his eyes in annoyance. That girl was really very rude. I was about to answer but you cut me off instead, Vesa thought annoyed. "I ...." Vesa's words were cut off again. "Jesus, what has this friend of ours given us? Oh my God, my friends. Vesa gave Derrick an old watch. Is that second hand? You're crazy, huh. How can you give your friend a second hand?" Sebastian shook his head in disbelief. The young man deliberately cut off Vesa's words which he thought were unimportant. The man looked
"So what's wrong with that? Aren't we in the same class? That means we're all friends, right?" Derrick said casually. Alea was shocked. She kept her mouth shut, not knowing how to comment on Derrick's words. Alea couldn't possibly dare to argue with Derrick because Derrick's social status was the same as her. She didn't want to get into trouble with the young man because she didn't want the big name of her family to be dragged into it. Therefore Alea could only stomp her feet in annoyance before stepping away from the area. Derrick heaved a sigh of relief after the girl was finally out of sight. The man with blonde hair turned to Vesa, "Vesa, I'll take you home. I'll call the repair shop person to take care of your car. When it's done, it will be delivered directly to your house." Vesa was surprised because this he thought was very strange. It was a rare thing for Derrick White to want to talk to him, because the son from a rich family almost never wanted to talk to people from
"Stop it, Sebastian!" Derrick shouted who was suddenly standing behind Sebastian. "Why should I stop?" Sebastian said. He didn't loosen his grip on Vesa's neck. "Let go of him or I ...." Derrick's voice was filled with pressure that sounded like a threat. Unfortunately, Sebastian didn't listen and instead grabbed Vesa's neck even more. Vesa tried to free himself but of course failed, Sebastian gripped him so tightly that the young man was having a hard time breathing. Alea who witnessed that suddenly got goosebumps. She did hate Vesa but she didn't want Vesa to die. "Sebastian Wright, let him go!" Derrick shouted. Sebastian still ignored him. Derrick saw Vesa's pale face, Derrick then pulled the Hoodie jacket that Sebastian was wearing along with Alea which turned out to be pushing Sebastian. Sebastian fell hard from the push. Alea was surprised by her own actions. Sebastian looked at her in disbelief. Derrick helped Vesa who was very weak from almost out of breath. S
Vesa had let Sebastian go and the man had disappeared from their sight. At this moment some of Vesa's classmates were looking at him with strange looks that Vesa didn't understand. Vesa turned around to face Derrick. He exhaled slowly. He's finished now. He had just wanted to make a good impression on Derrick by fighting Sebastian but it seemed the opposite had happened. He had given Derrick and his friends a bad impression of him being out of control. "I'm fine," Vesa said. The man lowered his head slightly. He thought he would lose a friend who wasn't even officially his friend yet. "That's good then. Do you want to go to the cafeteria first? You seem to need a drink," Derrick said. "Huh!?" Vesa raised his head in surprise. Uh, did he hear wrong, didn't he? Derrick White took him to the cafeteria? Vesa thought in confused. "Why are you still silent? Let's go to the cafeteria first!" Derrick invited him again. Derrick who saw Vesa still silent like an idiot then drag
The end of semester exams were over, it was time for Vesa to carry out the plan that he had been working on for a long time. He had been waiting for this day for a long time. He would soon find a job to earn money for his trip to Indonesia. As far as Vesa was concerned, during the holiday period, many shops opened part-time or temporary job vacancies. He knew it's not easy to get a job with a high school diploma but he's going to try anyway. The young man stepped cheerfully out of the campus building. Vesa was alone this time. Derrick White, who had been his best friend for almost a month, went home first. Derrick was invited by his father to visit his relatives who were being treated at Fulham. Vesa walked while playing on his cellphone to the bus stop not far from campus. However, that day seemed to be an unlucky day for him because suddenly, just as he was about to cross, he was pulled by two people he didn't know. One of them covered his mouth and dragged him by force into