First Boyfriend Second Candidate
First Boyfriend Second Candidate 34
"Give me your car keys?" dea orders cold, staring at Chris full of intimidation ready to whip ammo into Wildan's head.
Chris's face hardened. Groping a bag of pants throws a car key right at Dea's feet. "Take him off" Chris gushed no less coldly.
Dea splashed out a sarcastic laugh, echoing in the space between the walking seconds. The sound of laughter from a sickly person spreads anticipation from the owner of another ear. The woman gave a greeting in the form of a horrified expression, anyone who saw must be goosebumps. Dea tilted her face, worthy of her a double personality she kept putting on a violent face.
"You want me to let go, your friend!" The low-wearing dea transmits another flavor when the bristles are bristled. Looking at the Netra Wildan glancing flat, Chris held the air in his lungs. Quite calm and understanding. The man closed his lips again, seeing what Wildan had planned.
Iris Dea glanced at Jessy, the woman was still writhing, screaming loudly full of pain. Makes the sick soul of Dea feel victorious. Dea like—very likes. Hearing the voices of people screaming in pain, crying and begging for mercy, begging many times in the sounds of shakes mixed with despair.
Ah, listen and see how they express their feelings of wanting to escape or pleading. Increasingly igniting other blood churns to act more wildly. Dea laughed again, seeing Jessy's body tremble more and more withstanding the excruciating pain, her two thin hands still covered her face. Jessy's voice is weakening, it's possible that she's running out of steam.
A thousand dear have to get here, he enjoys how Jessy suffers. Dea decided to get out of there and go save herself. Poor Jessy, you're done! The devil in Dea laughed happily.
"Follow me," Dea commanded again, putting on a haughty face.
Dea moved forward, stepping definitely with Wildan as a shield. Putting the body aside as it passed by some men there. All held back emotions, clenching each other's hands firmly on each side of their bodies. Acting rashly means their best friend is dead.
Step closer to the stairs. Wildan's hand almost went down into a suit pocket. Unfortunately, Dea again pressed the tip of the firearm on Wildan's scalp. Until the man could feel the cold from the end of the thing. All eyes stared furiously without being able to do more. Chris racked his brains to save Wildan. This was all the beginning of his plan. Damnit.
Right at the edge of the stairs, Dea's body turned to go down the stairs in a backward position. Wildan bent his long legs swooping Dea's legs to the upside. Dea's body hit the body of the stairs and rolled freely down. Stairs high enough to make the bones crumble also hurt, even supposed to faint.
Dea is different, the woman can still stand even though she looks to withstand pain. The gun is still in the fist. Dea forced her small footprint to run though limping. Dea's left hand pressed against the thigh, holding the pain radiating up to the waist.
Damnit.
Chris approached Wildan to help him stand up. "You take care of Jessy me and the others after that psychopath." Chris' orders, Wildan nodded.
Chris, Nando and Saka ran out the door, Chris clucked his irate hair. Dea had brought Chris' car.
Shiiiit.
"Wear, my car. I'm with Singgih." Taka throws the car keys in good catch by Nando.
They rushed over, pressed the remote of the car keys, opened the door and entered. The engine was on, Nando was on. Following Taka and Singgih had already left the page.
The streets are still relieved it is still too early to move. And Chris is grateful, at least if something happens they will not bring another life to be made a collision.
Seeing his car not far away, Chris told Nando to increase speed. Almost close, Chris' body out the window aiming at the car tire but unlucky failed. Missing shot hit the body of the car.
"Fast after him, hit him from the side." Chris was impatient.
"You crazy—"
"Don't argue, just do it." Chris is emotional. Remembering Dea as the mastermind behind the lover's deadly accident.
Nando took another initiative. Chasing faster and blocking the way. Nihil turns out Dea is quite deft to bring Chris sports car. Nando panics as Chris grabs the steering wheel slams the body of the car and hits his car multiple times.
"Damn it, b*j*ngan." Let Dea panic. Struck and hit many times. Put the gear, his foot back pressed the brake pedal inside. The speed of the car is beyond normal limits. Dea smiled cunningly able to avoid the car that continues to squeeze.
Suddenly he panicked, the sound of gunshots and loud explosions breaking concentration. The car becomes unstable. Dea peeked back from the rear view, "B*j*ngan, if I die I'll make sure you all come with me." Dea drif managed to turn the direction, but unfortunately Taka and Singgih cars first block.
Dea was surprised her mind was empty. He wrongly turned the steering wheel into a road fence and the car slammed back three times in the air, ending up hitting the asphalt fast.
As soon as they get out of the car. The position of the car upside down, the smoke is still billowing, the tires are also still turning. They all breathed a sigh of relief. None of them were injured. It was more than a miracle. Only their heart rate is not normal. But they are quite grateful.
"Did he die?" Nando suddenly teased silently.
Singgih shook his head, "Don't know, just try checking."
Nando sneered, "I still want to have dependents. Tata would be sad if anything happened to me. Why don't you." Nando nudged Saka's arm with an elbow.
Saka glaring. "I'm not married yet" said Saka kalem and Nando sneered loudly.
Saka shook his head pias. Glancing at Chris with one eyebrow raised, "That's your favorite car, what's in insurance?" staring at the carcass of a sports car worth millions of dollars just like that.
Chris sniffed his shoulders indifferently. "I don't care, the most important thing is that psychopaths die." Glancing at Saka from the tail of the eye.
Nando gawking. "That sounds like you're paying your last respects. It's the same as you burying it so expensive."
Chris gave a light laugh. "Let it be, the sin of the mad woman is increasing. The angel knew he stole the car and damaged it, so the angel didn't hesitate to lock him up in the bottom of hell."
All the ticklish grunting, the crisp joking throw from Chris. Real is able to eliminate the feeling of thumping tight after a tense period.
They are too talkative. Ignoring the uncertain thing, from the side of the ill-fated car Dea can still come out. The woman's head, hands and feet were covered in blood. With the rest of his energy he stood up. He shot Chris from far away.
Dor.
They all looked down and were surprised to shout at one name "CHRIS."
Taka was ignited to see blood flowing down the left shoulder of the younger brother. He quickly turned his eyes on Dea. The sound of screams of pain rang out Taka ran to make sure in after Singgih.
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Wildan leaned back in the front waiting chair of the operating room at Rani's company. Manda and Tata wait for Ega, then Kania Taka's lover has gone to pick Poldi up.
After redeeming the medicine. Rani sees Wildan sitting up and looking chaotic in front of the operating room. He walked over to Wildan asking how the man was in the hospital? Wildan recounted some of the events that captured his lens. He didn't know exactly what it was like, because it came too late. Rani covered her mouth with both hands in surprise. Dea's a crazy psychopath.
Rani rolled up worried. Wildan's story was greeted by bristling feathers. It was early morning and there was no word yet for relief. Rani prayed that nothing would happen.
Rani returns after giving her medicine and tells her two best friends. Rani also tells Wildan that Ega's condition has improved and moved rooms.
Wildan was grateful and hoped that everything would improve as before. Except his heart.
"You—still love her?" Rani asked carefully, looking at Wildan's face as she threw a sensitive sentence.
He should have known without asking, but Rani was quite curious to pet there was considerable fret on the face of the man beside her.
Wildan took a breath and threw it away slowly. The man seemed to think for a moment before speaking, "Let's guess this! Forgetting someone you love sincerely but he betrayed, what do you feel?" straighten legs take a comfortable position.
Rani's lips thinned tight. Glancing at Wildan with a stiff face. "I feel disappointed. You love her sincerely give her all as trust. Do you hate her?"
Wildan nodded. "It hurts a lot, but it doesn't change the facts. I've chosen it." The disappointment was clearly etched in Wildan's facial lines, "Despite what he did to me. Choosing to maintain a good relationship as a friend does not sound bad. Not all angry and disappointed have to end up completely breaking up." Wildan's voice was very flat, with no excess expression able to cover the feeling of being crushed within. All are nicely drawn in one symmetrical line.
"It must be hard for you." That was Rani's reply. Couching and knitting fingers over your own thighs. He felt mixed to see Wildan's situation. As friends, at least they can encourage each other.
Rani slightly held her breath, The man chose a breastplate for everything that happened. Rani knows Wildan as a kind and wise person. It does not occur to me that the man's love story turned painful right after the accident.
"So I told you once that I'm a good man, I'll get a good one too." Wildan opens his voice as Rani daydreams. "You think so?"
Rani smiled, "I wish you all the best, my lover is right." Rani said with a finger.
Wildan chuckles. "I'm waiting for that day to come." Rani nodded along with a smile, patting Wildan's shoulder gave strength.
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Chris opened his eyes, moaning, touching his shoulder. "I told you to sleep in your bed there." Saka ketus when he saw Chris grimacing touching the shoulder wrapped in cassa cloth.
"Let the two of you with my lover, I don't want to take any chances."
Saka said, "Stupid, what are you thinking?" sit next to Chris and fold your hands.
"Who's Rani coming home with?" Chris asked quietly, brushing his hair.
"Nando, this afternoon he also had to report on last night's incident. You take it easy, Nando is reliable."
Chris nodded.
"You want to eat?" tawar Saka, after undergoing a small operation to remove the bullet Chris has not eaten anything.
The door opened Mika with an anxious face, putting a paper bag on the sofa. The middle-aged woman immediately hugged Chris. "Oh my God, it feels like dying. You made mom's heart explode" crying out to the spoiled son.
Chris chuckles. "I'm fine, Mom!" chris' reply forced Mika to press on the son's shoulder until the man grimaced.
"Hmm, strong-ass, you playboy dragonfly!" Mika exclaims humorfully greeted by light applause and Saka's amused laughter.
Saka's laughter stopped lifting the two front fingers of his chest, as Chris gave the sharp lyrics.
Mika opened the paper bag. The lunchbox in the open-scented meat soup and flour fried tempeh tickled the nose. Netra Chris sparkled, drooling in the mouth was already encouraging each other wanted to taste immediately.
"You guys haven't had breakfast this is more than enough for both."
They nodded. Chris still needs to be helped. Mika painstakingly feeds the old baby.
"Who's mother?"
"Genma," said Mika kalem.
Chris nodded weakly, ready to make a sound again. His mouth was already open, but the man's voice was restrained. When Chris' pitch-black soot pounded on my eyes the woman in the open bed stared at him.
"Relin..."
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Tbc
