Bloody Bond

Chapter 38 About Maya

"I know, since yesterday you've been investigating this place." Fahri was quite gasp but was able to hide it in silence.

"What are you looking for, son?"

"What does this have to do with Sibu Mu?"

Andreas opened the glass-walled door. His smile has not faded. Transparent glass that reflects light so that the inside is not visible from the outside. But when Fahri arrived indoors, all kinds of activities outside were clearly visible.

The dim light faded out and then changed light. The wall in front of Fahri is like a big television with a variety of impressions. Now he understood why Andreas knew he was being watched. All recorded in cctv. Fahri cursed the performance of his men who are not becus.

"Welcome to the lookout area." Andreas smiled broadly.

The digital computer flashes then switches programs. Showing pictures of a happy family. Exactly the same as what Fahri saw at home the other day.

"Who are you...?" asked Fahri who was surprised because the photo was owned by Sibu at home. Why was the photo hidden?

Andreas plays the fingers as if touching the air.

"Mom." Lirih Fahri's.

The photo starts rolling and then changes to another photo. A beautiful woman who is so familiar. The woman hugged a happy man who was in the first picture. Then it rolled again and changed to a photo of two women with one man she was between them. Yep! Keep the first man's picture.

Of the many photos why there is no picture of the father. Yes, of course Fahri knows who the man in the photo is. Sibu's oldest brother. Then who is the man who impregnated Sibu? Ah, Sibu's husband exactly. Daddy's! Where's daddy?

"Who are you? Why do so many photos of Sibu here? What is our relationship with you."

If this man is part of the Sibu family, why never even cross paths with each other? But if it really is a family there is not one photopun that shows him.

"Good question." Andreas stopped his fingers. He turned to the glass wall where three of his men were passing by.

"I am his past."

Fahri.

"The past that failed to move on is that it?" Fahri indirectly accused Andreas of waiting for the widow of a Sibu. Though true but Fahri's statement hurt Andreas' ego.

"Be careful what you say, young man. You don't know who I am." Andreas' fierce face smiled again.

"But it's true it still failed to move on from him. All of this is not without reason. Maya is worth fighting for."

"I'd mind having a father like you." Fahri smiled mockingly. Of course it triggered Andreas' fierce gaze. But a few seconds later, the lips smiled. Fahri was surprised by it. This man was like a madman who responded to anything with a smile.

"Without or your permission, she would want to be with me. This time he could not escape. We've made a deal." Ceplos Andreas.

Fahri is increasingly convinced that the man before him must know Sibu's plan.

"Deal?"

"Ah, that's not important. For sure you'll accept me as your father." Increasingly widen the lips.

"I know exactly who Sibu is. He would never betray me even if he died."

This time Fahri smiled broadly. Andreas fused his two eyebrows interspersed with a thin smile full of confidence. 

"This time I'll make sure your mother bends her knees to me."

"I'm not sure. Remembering that long you've been trying, even though I'm not a mother, I'm still a widow."

Fahri's last words were like a bomb ready to blow Andreas' heart. Slowly the smile faded.

"I'll keep waiting for you for anything."

Damn, it seems that it is also difficult to get information from him. But I'm sure this guy knows everything. Even Sibu plans to marry Syafa. 

"I can help you if you want to be a little kind to your future son." 

Andreas placed his index finger on his forehead, turning to stroke his hardened jaw. "What do you want to know about me?"

Fahri jumped happily in his heart.

Andreas begins to provide information about Maya. Maya's plan to take revenge for the death of her best friend and family. From this story Fahri can conclude that he and Syafa are not siblings.

The love that has been planted grows deeper. Fahri is determined to fight for his love no matter what obstacles he will face later.

"Famey! Where have you been?" Sibu folded both her hands on her chest. The house was quite quiet when the young man returned. The net found no one else but the sibu who was staring at him sharply.

"From the outside, Sibu!"

"Fahri, you are so outrageous. Your sister got engaged today but you don't care at all. You're not even there. What are you thinking, huh?"

"Then what do you think? Make us Sibu dolls?"

The woman flinched. Fahri does not usually argue his words.

"What do you mean?"

"The mother who married Syafa out of revenge."

"Because they dare to shed blood for our families. Then they should have received the appropriate reward."

"But not at the expense of Shafa. I don't agree to that. The Dunka family are not just anyone. Just so you know what attacked me back then was the Dunka people."

"Then you shut up?" Sibu sneered with his haughty style. "Worm alone will squirm if stepped on then what is the use of the mind when we are humbled. Just shut up like a loser."

The language contains provocation. Fahri to not recognize who the woman in front of him if previously did not meet Andreas.

'Maya is very unique. He was able to change and return in a meek form without you noticing. His figure was smooth yet washed away.'

Fahri reluctantly responds to her passing away before her mother speaks again.

"Sister!"

The soft voice was able to stop Fahri's wide steps.

"Sister didn't come, did...!"

"I have a job!"

Fahri Pungkas. Syafa chose to obey Sibu's will. Why is he angry.

"Big brother angry?"

Fahri did not answer. He knew enough that if it continued the fire lava within him would flare up.

'Your sister knows everything, your mother said she agreed. It's all reciprocal because your mother took care of him since childhood.'

Hid

Better to avoid it first.

Fahri drowned out all Andreas' words by closing his eyes. In fact, the more he wanted to forget those words the more clearly they seemed.

Artificial samsak from sacks filled with sand and gravel became his impingement. He hit and hit again. Tubes until the sack is broken and the contents scatter out. If only Fahri could slightly lower his heart pain he could certainly feel his hands had dripped blood.

Remove rough clothing that covers the upper body. The clothes were soaked with sweat that they were dumped on the ground.

Fahri stood arrogantly venting all the burning anger. Relieving the night breeze struck the chest of his open field.

His body was gleaming by the sweat that was called light.

Quietness. The roar of breath hunts down in rhythm with the heartbeat of Fahri who beats faster than usual.

Up to two fingers lentik sniffed behind his two sturdy arms. Hugged himself tightly from behind.

"Sister, sorry!"

To be continued

Ah, Brother Fahri if you are angry. I'm takuuut.