
On the same night.
In a time of union of love, romance, soul and body between Rafardhan and Quinsha.
In a different place, in another hemisphere.
The umpteenth ringing of the phone, finally managed to also stop the hot activity that was being done by two people in bed.
With an annoyed frown, Nataniel, pulled his fingers from the moist and slippery cavity of Hanum who was lying down below him. Though the ultimate attack he had prepared, after playing with fingers, he was about to immerse his weapon deeply, where his partner was already very coveted.
However, Hanum had to hold back the h2sr2t that had peaked in the crown, when the man just ended the game that made his blood heat up in an instant. While Niel immediately grabbed his phone that had screamed a dozen times from the table, Hanum immediately fixed his clothes that were almost all open.
“What?” Sarcas Niel on his caller across.
“Why pick up my phone now?” the caller also asked in a tone no less angry. And that's a woman's voice.
“Quick tell me what your interests are! Just interrupt,” cecar Niel is still in a high voice.
“Bother what? What are you doing again?” the woman even sounded curious, not caring about the intonation of Niel's voice that was truly deafening.
“Not your business. I turned off the phone.” Niel was actually about to turn off the phone when the voice across shouted quickly.
“Wait, Niel! Look at infotainment now. Important!”
“Ckk.” Niel clucked with mounting anger. His hot activities had to be interrupted with a call from Ayunda who roared many times. And when his phone was picked up, the adult male magazine model simply told him to look at the latest artist news.
“For what?” niel asked in a blaring voice. Yes, he must be angry. A great artist, famous, mulitalenta like Niel, was told to see the latest artist information shows. Wouldn't it be better if Niel just reflected, and looked at the handsome face and the posture of the body lured him there. It was already highly qualified to see the appearance of a famous artist. Then for what is the trouble to see the Infotainment as Ayunda requests.
“Dear Nathaniel, listen up! There is news about Rafardhan,” explained Ayunda in a loud voice, worried that Niel had kept the phone away from his ear.
“News about the man of your dreams? You're the one who saw. I'm not interested,” ketus Niel and immediately disconnect. If only Ayunda was in front of his eyes, he wanted to suck his blood alive, like that, roughly, what would Niel feel when he saw the expression on his face.
The man grabbed his bottle on the table and downed it for a few sips, just to reduce the suffocating thirst. However, no matter how many drinks escaped in the throat, the thirst was still not reduced. Because the thirst is not on drinks, but because the desire to make love that demands impingement.
Hanum who was leaning on the hearingboard stared questioningly. Niel shook his head briefly as he squinted his eyes. His gaze looked at Hanum's perfectly fastened clothes. “We continue,” said Niel briefly.
Hanum nodded obediently. His hands immediately took off one by one his clothes without being asked. Niel himself prepared to continue the action. However, his phone roared again.
“Rafardhan free.”
“What?” niel's anger turned to shock upon hearing Ayunda's words. “Kok can?”
“She was released,” sahut Ayunda.
“Who is free?”
“Just look at the news, Niel!” And this time it was Ayunda who turned off the phone first.
Nathaniel snorted and rushed to grab the laptop, his hand moving so quickly, even when a chanel he chose was still loading, his fingers were tapping on the table impatiently.
Tying his clothes back, Hanum immediately approached and sat down beside the lover. Then only silence occurs between these two people. When the eyes are both directed at a news show in one of the information media.
After languishing in police custody for nearly 2 times 24 hours, today, Rafardhan Malik, the capital artist who was caught using meth-type drugs, was declared parole.
Thus, one of the news shows a photo of Rafardhan coming out of the Polda building with several people on his right and left. Among these people only Adam was known by Niel.
“Thank God, Rafardhan is free,” says Hanum looks happy. Niel just took a quick look at it and went back to scrolling some other news pages. “I'm sure he's not wrong,” great-grandson Hanum again who this time got no response from Niel except for the man's faint-sounding breath in Hanum's ears.
Unlike Hanum who was happy with the news he heard, Niel actually felt dissatisfied with just one news. The handsome man looked for another news page, and there he found the same news, just packaged in a different way of presentation, and a different style of language, however, keep one meaning.
Niel went back to exploring other news sources. And this time he got what he wanted to know. A news story that broadcasts more clearly and in detail.
Rafardhan Malik, the artist who dipped with his co-star in one of the five-star hotels, Kuta-Bali. It turned out to be a member of William Pramudya's extended family, the owner of the Pramudya Corp business empire.
Rafardhan, whose real name is Rafasya Aditya Zaidan, is the son of Alarik William, who is the youngest son of William Pramudya. This was stated by William in front of the media after releasing Rafardhan with Damaresh William, the current supreme ruler of Pramudya Corp, and Alarik William, who is Rafardhan's biological father.
And related to the case that is happening to his grandson, William Pramudya also gave a statement.
And then re-air what was said by William at that time in the courtyard of the Bali Police building.
“And for what befell my grandson at this time. We don't want to say that he was framed, or slandered. Because for that still need more clear proof. But for what has happened, we William's extended family will not remain silent. We will work closely with the police to fully investigate the case until it is completed. And I won't stop until my grandson gets justice.”
Thus a firm statement from William quoted by the news page about the artist who is believed to be the most accurate.