Adek I'm BAD

41. The Hidden Truth

...IN THIS PART YOU ARE FREE TO BLASPHEME SONS!! BLASPHEME TO DEATH!!!...

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...The mask is not everything, because behind the mask all the flavors and wounds are with him....

...~Zaria Marina Stevani~...

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The son came out of a room he had used to spend part of the night. He saw the watch he was wearing.

"Still at half-ten, hang out first time huh," he murmured as he stepped into the bartender.

"Bang, the wine's a glass!"

"Now!" The bartender gave the Son a glass of wine. The young man wearing a leather jacket of brown color sat at one of the round tables.

The son circulated his gaze while downing his wine. Her brown eyes caught a girl in an open blue dress on her hemispheres and thighs.

The tosca-haired girl was seducing the caress-hungry man, who was nearby. The son sharpens the vision.

Soon the son recognized the face. The girl in open clothes was drunk, from what the Son observed, the girl looked depressed.

Maybe he wants to entertain himself by trying to play with people who are at the club.

The son felt guilty when he saw the girl, it seemed like the girl who was feuding with him was very down, so he dared to take steps that he did not want. He even knew it was him who made the girl like this.

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That night a group of young people were having fun at a club. They are Sons, Fandi, Ina, and Ica. The four of them split up to meet each other's partners.

At that time one of them was drunk, finally he incised his mind briefly in one of the rooms. He chose the bed.

He closed his eyes until he felt someone rubbing his cheeks. He opened his eyes, surprised to see one of his friends stroking his cheek gently.

"Son-Son! Lo–lo?" The girl brushed off her cement hand that still wanted to caress her cheek. His eyes looked at me.

The son sat beside her and looked at her gently. The man looked at him so deeply that he felt himself reflected there. He who is looked at so does not know what to do. The look of the Son adored him. As if hypnotized, he returned the gaze of the man.

"Lo's so pretty tonight." The son stroked the girl's face with his thumb. Making the girl's blood in the red dress rustle instantly, also made her heart unable to beat normally.

The son continued his actions. The girl was lulled by a soft touch and was so unknowingly caught in the trap of a brengs*k man. The girl seemed to close her eyes and enjoy every touch the Son made to her. The son made himself like this world belonged to him. Only his!

"Lo would be even prettier if you were under me," said the Son with his bass voice.******repeating the pink lips. The girl who had closed her eyes immediately opened her eyes again.

"What do you mean?" The girl's forehead wrinkled, showing that she did not understand what her friend said.

The son chuckled, then rubbed the lips that had been wet because of his actions. He rubbed gently, his movements in tune with the girl's heartbeat. He smiled before devouring again the seductive lips in front of him.

The son took off his pag*tan and smacked his lips in satisfaction. He grins. "I'm yours tonight!"

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The Son should not have done the forbidden thing, but how else, at that time his mind was in chaos and his lust was on the edge. His clear mind was gone, just the inner satisfaction he craved. It doesn't matter that the girl is her best friend, her lover's friend. Just because of lust, he does not consider the good relationship that has been established for a long time, no matter also the side effects that they will both receive someday.

The son immediately downed the last drop of his wine, b0erjalan approached the girl who was surrounded by adult men who seemed to have had children and wives. He drove them away, preventing some nosy hands that would touch his friend's body.

The girl raved, her consciousness had been taken over by alcohol. He made his eyes blurry and wanted to faint. He pushed and cursed the Son who kept him away from the striped men.

The son took off his jacket and put it on Ina, the girl constantly refused. Unnecessary, Putra used one of his abilities to make the girl faint. The knowledge he got from his boss, can be used if only urgent conditions.

After Ina fainted, Putra immediately lifted her body out of the club. He asked the security guard to open the car door and put him to sleep in the front seat, next to him. Wear the girl a seatbelt, then also put it on yourself.

The young man brought Ina home not far from the White Pigeon location. The son was greeted by security guards who opened the fence, parking the car in Ina's spacious courtyard.

The son took off his seat belt and Ina's, took the girl out. Bring Ina in. The house looked so quiet that no one asked him about the cause of Ina's musabab in his trunk.

As if already memorized the ins and outs of the house, Putra climbed the stairs and walked towards the brown door with the inscription 'Marina Room'. He tilted Ina's body to her chest, resting the girl with one hand, the rest turning the unlocked door knob.

The room is black and white, with a black and white zig-zag bed cover as well, a velvet carpet with a black and white landscape. As well as some items such as, cabinets, study tables and some ever knick rooms in black and white.

The son laid Ina's body in bed, taking off his jacket that Ina— wore slowly. Replace it with a blanket. The son sat beside Ina who was still closing his eyes, rubbing the girl's cheeks slowly.

"Sorry," sorry.

The son pulled out his phone, then opened a chat application containing his playmates and terror spam from his lover. He quit the WhatsApp application and then switch to open Instagram. Overwhelming, what to delete the disgrace posts of people in his fake account? Although a fake account, but the account already has hundreds or even thousands of followers. Then quickly the disgrace spread.

The son looked at Ina's peaceful face in his sleep, sighing softly. Finally he deleted the post and made another post in the hope that his best friend's name returned well. He also warned netizens to stop blaspheming his best friend and told them to forget about yesterday's posts and events.

After finishing with his cell phone, Putra laid himself on the velvet carpet beside the bed. He took an unused pillow and took the blanket on the walk in closed in the room. The son and the others had indeed stayed at Ina's house, that was why the man knew so much about this house. 

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The son groaned in his sleep and began to open his eyes. The young man rubbed his new eyes 50 percent open. He sat down and yawned. The girl who is still comfortable with her sleep. The son stretched the muscles lightly and opened the window, allowing the sunlight to enter the room.

The young man folded up the blanket he was wearing, then returned the pillow to Ina's side and placed the blanket over her. The son walked to the bathroom. After ten minutes of self-cleaning, he went to kitchen—decided to make breakfast.

Son opens the fridge, there's only eggs. While in the drawer there is instant fried noodles. Finally Putra decided to make noodles and eggs. He covered the food with a serving hood so that no animals could stay in his food.

When finished, the Son returned to Ina's room. The man sat on the edge of the bed, his hands outstretched patting Ina's cheeks.

"Na, get up. It's morning, no."

"Eugh." Ina just squirms then tightens her embrace on the bolster patterned in line with her bad cover.

"Heyy, wake. This morning." The son chewed on Ina's cheeks, making Ina's sleep disturbed.

Ina brushed off the hand of the Son who was playing his cheek, by punching and stabbing him. "Apacation? Just interrupt!"

"awake. Lo ga college?" The son kept his hands away from Ina's face, looking at her seriously.

He sat down, then scratched his head. Like there was something strange about his sight upon waking, was he still in dreamland?

Ina rounded her eyes when she realized that the Son was in her room. He smote the Son with his scroll.

"What's going on here?" Ina beat up Son brutally.

"Eh-eh, what the hell? Woy's sick." The son raised both his hands as if for mercy.

"Why can you get in here? Who is it who is it?"

"Hey? There I am who brought you back. Lo ga remember that semalem lo at the club, if I don't bring you back, you're still there the same om-om."

"Diem lo!"

"Okey-okey, I'm diem." The situation became awkward, Putra sighed, turning to Ina who turned her eyes away. "Lo still mad at me?"

Instead of turning back, the girl with disheveled hair looked down.

The son took Ina's hand. The girl tried to pull her hand, but the Son clasped her tighter.

"Please!" Ina pulls her hand, as if Putra's hand is layered with bad microbial bacteria that need to be avoided.

The son looked at the girl in front of him. "Gue's sorry, really! You want to, sorry me?"