CEO of Maksa Marah

Chapter 73. Vindictive

The morning should be, decorated with togetherness at the dinner table. Breakfast together while chatting with family.

But, not here. Everyone's gathering, at Alan's apartment. One suspect, who knew nothing at all, stood waiting for punishment.

Tirta was still drowning in a dream, suddenly waking up, after the president asked her to come. There was nothing strange, in his mind. Besides, work affairs or about his son Ervan, which might create trouble.

Now, he stands sculpted, head bowed. It's not completely, understand. Because from now on, he continued to listen to the wobble, without knowing the core of the problem. Two of his companions, sitting staring with a gesture, which he did not understand.

"My daughter is 19 and you did that to her?"

What things? Tirta was confused himself. But, dare not speak. Give older people the opportunity to finish their sentences.

"Mother, listen to Tirta's words first?" Alan opened his voice, defending his best friend.

"What other words, everything is clear. He's been harassing your sister!"

"Well! Wh-what?" Tirta turned in shock. "Wait on! Aunt. Actually, what's this? Harassing?"

"Sir Tirta, would you mind dodging? Want to escape responsibility?" Alinna, sobbing. It was already wet, he had to act until the end. Impossible, he backed off and admitted everything. It was just digging its own grave hole.

"Tirthas. We already consider you, like a child. So, we hope you'll take responsibility."

"But, president. I didn't touch it."

"Who believes what you say? Huh!" Alan's father was already wrathful, a look of anger on his face.

Alinna looked satisfied, saw Tirta sculpting and fell silent. Feel it! I will repay you until the end.

"There's CCTV, in my apartment, I mean my room. You guys, you can check it."

"Well! Wh-what?" Alinna started to panic. His face, which had originally looked calm, began to fidget.

"Come, let's check!" Alan has risen.

All who were sitting, got up following Alan. Evidence, they need evidence. Which can make everything clear.

"Dad, Mother. You guys don't believe me?" Alinna's getting tense. No, he couldn't, let his plan, fail. Back to crying, to tear his parents down.

"Darling.Mom, trust you. But, we need proof so that, he doesn't run away from responsibility."

"What if the CCTV is fake or engineered?"

Fuck, fuck! Why don't I see, if there's CCTV in there. After all, why also he installed CCTV, even in the room.

"We can do a visa" said Ervan, who began to feel astonished, with the behavior of the little girl in front of him.

Checkmate! Alinna could not answer. The science is too limited. Is there such a thing? So, now what? Honestly, even lying will be found out.

He bit his lips. Fear and shame, if all is revealed. Run? Whither?

Panicking, Alinna starts to pale. Alan opened the door, for everyone.

Lepin, drugged. Think, Alinna! Pretending to be sick, impossible. There were three doctors in front of him.

"Wait!" Everything looks. "Mom-mom, Dad. I-I want to say something."

"What's up, baby?"

Alinna again bit her lips. He was downcast, confused, if he was telling the truth. Moreover, the president and the Madam are here. He would embarrass both his parents and Tirta, the man would definitely laugh at him.

"I'm sorry."

Silent. His mother and father exchanged looks. Without continuing, everyone understood from the apology.

"Organ." Father's voice, in a low and stressed tone. He held back his anger, for there was someone else in this place.

"I love Sister Tirta and want to marry her."

A reasonable sounding reason, to save him from excessive embarrassment. Being a girl in love, might be understandable, he thought.

"Alin." mom took one, two steps forward. Standing in front of his daughter. "Say, what does all this mean? You set up your brother's friend on purpose?"

Alinna. Don't want to answer. Let them, strange-minded.

Plaque.

Mom landed a slap. He was too embarrassed, facing the president and his wife. Just imagine, early in the morning, he had come and called the president, asking for help.

"You made mom and dad, embarrassed. Actually, what are you thinking? Huh!" snapped Mom.

"Pull, clothes. Come home mom and dad. Point!"

"Married? What age are you?" Alan, start to get caught off guard by his sister's attitude.

"He wants to get married. Why not just marry?"

Everything's tickling. Highlight the sharp eyes, staring at Ervan, like a laser. "Why? What's wrong with getting married young?"

"You're crazy, setting me up with a snot kid."

"Certainly? You want to live celibate to rust!"

Izzam finally, stepped forward. Trying to make the atmosphere conducive.

"Alanna. We don't want to interfere, your family's business. But, you better come with your parents back. Getting married young is not a solution to get out of your problems."

Alinna remained silent. He stared intently at Tirta, full of hostility. He will return this shame. Just look!

"Okay, we're home!"

The little girl turned her body towards the room. He has not lost, he will face Tirta, when the time comes.

President and Mama, ask permission to go home first. So did Sarah, who followed her in-laws.

Alan's father and mother, still sitting on the couch. Apologizing, to Tirta.

"I'm sorry, we, son. We didn't expect Alinna to grow up to be this kind of girl. Maybe, we spoiled him too much."

"It's okay, Auntie, Om."

After, pithing stale, Ervan and Tirta pamit go home. So, Alan has to work.

"You installed CCTV in your room?" ervan asked, while the three were in the elevator.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Why?" ervan and Alan asked in surprise.

"Learning from one's experience" Tirta's lyrics to Ervan.

"Me?" point it at yourself. "What's wrong, me?"

"Yes. Because, you're almost crazy because of Clarissa."

Alan and Tirta, broken up.

Elevator door opens. All three, go out.

"Alane. Your sister, needs a bodyguard," suggested Tirta.

"Yes, my parents will take care of it. He's too spoiled and stubborn."

"Why don't you just marry her, Tirta? The soul mate is in sight."

"You're crazy! He's still a kid and like my brother."

Alan was in his car. Meanwhile, Ervan hitchhiked in Tirta's car. They split up in the parking lot.

"Go to the company?"

"You don't see my clothes!" his gerrick.

Ervan uses jeans and a t-shirt. Tirta himself was neat, because his mind was leading to work, when the president called him.

Tirta reached into his shirt pocket, as his phone vibrated.

WE'RE NOT DONE YET! I WILL REPAY YOU.

short message, with capital letters. The number is unknown, but Tirta can already guess who it is.

"Why smile?" kepo, who was sitting in the back seat. Curious about Tirta.

"none. I just remember what happened, "he said. Being honest with Ervan is a big deal. He's like a leaky bucket.

"Why, have you been enamored with that snot girl?"

"No!" tirta resolute. "I just feel astonished. Why does he insist on lying to everyone?"

"He was vindictive, since childhood. You better be careful. He'll keep chasing you."

Tirta laughed wryly. Why did he have to repay me, just because of a small matter.