12 FORMER

PART 43 WE'RE GETTING MARRIED TOMORROW

“Sya, tomorrow we marry.”

Sprot!

The food in my mouth sprayed out instantly. Choking, obviously, while eating was the only time the man sitting next to me was talking about sacred things.

“Drink first.” He helped me get a drink.

I'm not half a cup of iced tea, not completely finished. Sighing for a moment, feeling my throat still in pain.

“Can't say no meal time.” I hit his arm in agony, glared fiercely at him.

Fint smilingly looked amusedly at me, helping to pick up the tissue, cleaning up the remaining rice stuck to the corner of my lips.  He pinched my right cheek.

His hands slowly. “Apaan anyway!”

“What is the reason you don't want to marry,” asked Fint to look at me sharply. “Continue overnight.”

I covered his mouth with my palm while glaring fiercely at him. “Fint... diem.”

Fint snorted a disappointed breath. “Had eaten. Come home,” reply ketus.

“Dwe, angry nih!” I pinched the tip of his nose.

“Why the hell?” said Fint repeated the question, the look of his face curious.

I put the last wedge into my mouth, downed the warm tea beside my plate, and looked at it. “Aanya..”.

“Already. Let's go home.”

Fint stood up from sitting down, finished paying us to walk, then got in the car. His face looked irritated, it seemed like he was angry at my vague decision. While in the car Fint was silent, I felt uncomfortable being next to him. Arriving at home, Fint immediately said goodbye, his attitude turned cold in front of me. It was also my fault, I made the status line of our relationship even more unclear.

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I tried to call Fint's phone for two days, but he didn't pick up my phone. Is he really mad at me?

My photo shoot just finished, I asked for the car keys from Vivi's hand. I gasped in shock, as some journalists held their cameras and cell phones in watchful eyes, waiting for them to gather at the door of the main building. I immediately turned back, ran to the elevator, I took off my 10 centimeter high hell. With a rash move I returned to Vivi.

“Cockback, why?” Dahi Vivi linked curious.

I was breathing heavily, I tried to catch my breath and started talking. “Huft, huft, there are reporters ahead. Help me out.”

“How many people?” asked Vivi with a serious face.

“Many.”

“Yes, you change clothes first. Wear attributes. Let me take care of.”

I nodded in agreement. I took the clothes Vivi had just chosen for me. Pants, jackets, black denim hats, T-shirts and navy color masks. Just so you know, if Vivi says “let me take care of”, it means that she will look for someone whose posture is almost the same as me, he said, as bait (thinking it was me) so that the reporters were fooled.

Thankfully, Vivi's man managed to trick the reporters. I rushed to the parking lot, got in the car. This time I was driving alone, my goal was clear. I'm going to Fint's office, see him.

For some reason, on the way I felt something strange, someone seemed to be purposely stalking me. Arriving at Fint's office parking lot, I walked alone in the deserted parking lot, no one else but me. I accelerated my pace, walked in a hurry, got into the elevator. My heart is pounding hard with a cautious heart.

In front of the Fint secretary's desk I asked, “Pak Fint is there?”

“Uhm. I'm still meeting outside the office.”

I let out a disappointed sigh, thought for a moment, intending to wait for him or leave, then I glanced at Venita (secretary Fint) for a while and asked, “Ven, Fint yesterday anywhere?”

“Mmm. I was in the office all day. When I came in, Mr. Fint was sleeping on the sofa,” he explained to me briefly.

Thank goodness, at least it's not going anywhere. I'm just afraid he's going to an obscure place, bad again if he brings a girl into his office. Ck! Fint isn't that kind of guy, I'm sure of it. I thought I was worried and jealous.

“Regan, lebarin! Regan, it hurts..” My groan tried to take my wrist off her hand.

“Cute me. I don't like seeing you with Fint,” snapped Regan rough.

So that box car I never thought, Regan would follow me to Fint's office. Regan doesn't care about my rejection, she looks like a criminal who kidnapped a woman. Regan opened the box door, pushing me inside.

Brak!

It's dark! Suddenly everything was dark. I can't see anything here. The cellphone! I'll call Fint's phone number soon. Naughtiness! Fint didn't pick up my phone. Without a second thought, I remembered Venita, telling her to contact Fint immediately. I also sent him my GPS position.

I sat alone, the car I was riding in was moving irregularly, my butt until it hurt due to the violent shaking on the floor of the car. Regan is completely insane, he never changes, just like he used to be.Evil, arrogant, rude and anarchic.

I tried calling Fint's number, again, and again, until finally a voice answered from across.

“Honey! You're fine,” he exclaimed in a panic. Do not turn off your phone, turn on the GPS. Me and Venita are on their way after you.”

Hearing his voice, a little can make me feel calm even in a precarious state. My hands are still shaking, holding a cell phone.

“Fint, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.” My sobs broke instantly.

“Don't cry, just relax. I must have saved you. Calm down baby,” he said softly, try to calm my troubled mind. “Nesya, you have to promise one thing.”

“What promise?”

“Tomorrow we marry.”

I shed my tears while smiling to myself. “Fint... I'm sure it's still just.”

“Promise first.

I took a breath for a moment, muffled the immortality in my heart, then replied, “Yes, I promise. Same as you.”

There was a happy smile on Fint's side. “I also promise to take care of you for the rest of my life,” said Fint who was silent for a while, then said, “Wait ya, I almost overtake Regan's car.”

Relieved to hear Fint managed to follow the box car that was driven by Regan. Sure enough, suddenly the car stopped, but the door did not open immediately. There was a scream, Fint called Regan's name.

What's outside? Maybe they were fighting.

DOR'S!

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What is that sound? Like gunshots? Who was shot? Who shot him?