Alexio "Pink Diary"

Chapter 113

Brake!!!!

The sound of a loud table shake jolted the attention of everyone in the large room.

“Who's the bastard who touched my territory!!” sergeant Suprapto saw one by one his men who looked down did not dare to look at their boss who was soaring his emotions.

Suprapto's illegal business has evaporated to the surface, weaponry, organs, trafficking in people and drugs are well known to the public but unfortunately not able to shake the giant company Gold Corporate. Even the company's shares did not decline a few percent of goods so steady and stable cold hands and big name Suprapto in the business scene.

“We're still looking for the guy, sir.” Answer the Suprapto cabal's leadership.

“You're not so smart, how many days have you still not found that person!” he pulled the trigger of a gun stored in his back pocket and shot it at one of his men randomly.

Duars!!

No one moved at all even though the victim floundered for help. Such was the cruelty of Suprapto, being able to commit such a crime with such ease.

“How's my grandson? Is he still investigating me? And the Yakuza how. I suspect those who interfered ruined my business.” Ask Suprapto

“Mr Alexio still don't know your business sir, and Yakuza just monitor it don't do anything beyond that.” Obviously one of the leaders of the men.

“Damn it!” meaningless

“But sir...” pause Suprapto's men.

“What?” ask Suprapto impatiently

“Host you,,, madam Linda seems to be in touch with one of Alca, Mr.” Answer the man.

“Alca? The mafia under Hiro's wife?” suprapto wrinkled in surprise to hear it.

“Iya sir.”

“Hmm interesting, we to Jakarta today.” Suprapto yelled at his leather shoes on the black floor, which flowed blood in one corner.

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“Nona, Suprapto is scheduled to fly to Jakarta today.” Linda's assistant told her employer.

“Oh yes? follow him wherever he goes.” When Linda was watering her daughter's plants, she was staying at one of their old houses.

“Ma.” Alexio's voice stole Linda's attention, she flipped over and caught her son's arrival and smiled, removed the hose to water it and stretched out her arms to hug Alexio who responded.

“Mama kangen darling.” Linda said full haru. Fortunately, he ended the call after Alexio arrived. Worried that his son would know this family drama.

“Come sit down first, we will reminisce in this old house.” Linda grabbed Alexio's arm, took him to sit on one of the park benches there, where Alexia's plants had grown large and some were already bearing fruit. If only the owner was still alive, would surely shout excitedly to see his hard work bear fruit.

“You remember you guys played here all day without bothering?” Linda invites Alexio to remember the moment of togetherness of the twins when they were children.

“Hmm, I remember.” Alexio replied, his smile thinly imprinted on his lips imagining his happy childhood with Alexia at the same time, the corner of Alexio's eyes caught Xia's shadow standing on the edge of a large pot containing a hoard of roses that had already flowered. Her smile was so sweet, especially the bias of the sun bouncing beautifully on that face.

“Cantics.” Alexio muttered glaringly at Xia's face. Linda's gaze followed the focal point of Alexio who was long staring in that direction.

“Remember with that rose, Al?” linda asked Alexio to remember.

“Hei don't cut!!!” alexio exclaimed seeing Xia recklessly break one of the plants.

“What Al?” Linda was confused to see her son who grasped the stalk of the plant she had just picked.

“Hah?!” replace Alexio who is stunned will do it

“Who were you talking to?” Linda circulated her gaze seeing Alexio's behavior that was like a confused person.

“Ah, not mah.” Alexio replied rather nervously, his hands already sweating, worried this was known to his parents if he relapsed again.

“See, isn't this sapodilla tree?” ask Linda to pull out a branch that dangles a small fruit on each stalk.

“Iya ma.”

“Plants that you want to throw away because they are always eaten by caterpillars.” Kekeh Linda recalled how angry Alexia saw her brother throw a polybag containing sapodilla seedlings that had been molested eaten by caterpillars.

Alexio is a little sore considering it, “Hei, are you okay, dear.” Linda was worried to see her son massaging his forehead and hissing softly.

“My head suddenly dizzy ma.” Alexio's complaining

“Come sit down first.” Linda said back to embrace Alexio on the bench where they sat before.

“Ma... Why is there a tree here 8? Not that Alexia likes things smelling 7.?” Alexio asked when he realized the existence of large plants was not in the interest of Alexia.

“You forgot? Didn't you plant a tree here? Hence the number is eight.” Linda replied beginning with a question sentence.

“And there too your sister often put a request that according to papa often looks anxious at that time.” Bisma interrupts the mother and child's conversation.

“You are right pa. You remember Al, in one of those trees, where you often put hope, whose edges must be your papa who granted.” Linda continued and was accompanied by laughter considering how funny and adorable the twins were.

“Hope?” the Beo Alexio is possessed by both of his parents.

“Where is pa, ma?” chase Alexio as if remembering one thing.

“That, near that tree of your crops, you see that there is a little protruding of the ground? That's where you keep it.” Linda replied pointing at the angle in question.

Alexio watched deeply, his instincts telling him to approach, and sure his feet had already stepped there, deep in his subconscious was a whisper asking him to dig it out.

“Ma, pa... I'll dig this, can?” alexio asked his parents for permission, who frowned at the request of his son.

“It's yours, Al. You even threatened us not to touch your storage or you would go berserk then.” Bhishma smiled.

Alexio headed for the woodworking storage in the back shed, he looked for a shovel, and gloves there to make it easier for him to dig up the soil.

Bisma and Linda have re-entered the house, today is the anniversary of Alexia's death, and it is the family's custom to gather and remember the moment of togetherness in the house full of memories.

Alexio's breath was already breathless, but the one dug was still as small as it was because the man's brain seemed to be squeezed at this time, there was a flash of memory that interrupted his activities and disrupted the movement.

“Arghhh shit!” The groan continued to dig, and sighs of relief rang out when the shovel touched a wooden box wrapped in a large plastic and Alexio immediately brought it up to the surface.

Chequek! The key that was just played was already successfully opened, and the Netra Alexio was ready to go through the contents of the box until his hand pulled something that was quite eye-catching...

“I-i-ini... isn't this Alexia's diary!?”