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CHAPTER 90: Action Fadly

Even though he got home. Zaidan keeps calling Mr. Aslam. To know the development of the car that has followed it. Who it is and what it means.

"Sorry, Sir. We're on edge."

"Inflamed?"

"Yes. 8 motors from the front and 2 cars that were following the father."

"Serlok soon. Mr. Tata let me rub."

Zaidan looked furious, even though he had reached home.

"What's up, Zay? ask Sharif who was about to get out of the car.

"They're on the block."

"Then?"

"Sir Tata's been there, helping."

"Look, your daughter and my son. They overslept."

"Yes .. that's how. If you tell me to be calm, be quiet. Definitely kebablasan. Finally asleep" said Zaidan smiling. A drop of coolness, an exorcist crushed in the heart, plastered in front of his vision.

Looking at his daughter, Zaidan tried to contact Fadly. All he knows has is a confidant for security issues.

"Fadly where are you now?"

"Why brother-in-law. Mayasa's looking for me, is he?"

"May ...Relax, she's dressed up pretty."

"Then ... does it seem like my sister-in-law is afraid that I'm running away?"

"Fadly already, don't joke. Please send your men to this location. I'm afraid my men are okay.

"Good, Brother. I'll lead it myself."

"Don't!"

"I want to know, actually who's been threatening my sister-in-law's family all along."

"Don't break my brother's heart because you didn't come."

"Don't worry, Brother. I must have come."

"I believe ... Careful." Zaidan hung up on her phone.

For a moment he looked at the sky, as if there was something he wanted to tell the Owner of Arsy who was up there.

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Fadly, who was getting ready to get angry, took off his suit again. Replace dark shirts with jeans. Then tidied up all his clothes on the hanger-hanger, and took him out.

"Mama, I'm picking up my shirt. Mama just got angry with Mr. Edi."

"Tante and uncle will wait near Zaidan's house."

"Where are you going, son?"

"There's a sudden affair."

"Then, if Mayasa asks. What should you say?"

"I won't be long, Ma."

Fadly stepped up as her eyes searched for mbok lyem. It just so happened that he had just returned from arranging a delivery in the trunk of a car, with his mother's nurse.

"Mbok, please put this in Fadli's car."

"The Nggeh Den." Mbok Iyem received the shirt with great respect.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Ma. Fadly go first."

"Wa'alaikum salam ..."

Half-run Fadly to the garage. Taking out his sports bike while contacting several people.

Shortly after, he disappeared.

Actually in Fadly's heart there is a very angry. But I don't know who to point it at. All he knew was that he was very angry at the person who had hurt Mayasa to the present state.

Especially when he found Mayasa lying weakly in the park alone. His mind was angry and tormented.

He wanted to ask Mayasa, but could not bear it. Moreover, such a problem, Mayasa tends to be silent. Maybe he had reasons that could not be revealed to him.

But I also have reason to know even if you don't tell me, May.

Not long after, 4 sport motorcycles followed him from behind. Driving at an equally fast speed. Crossing the deserted road, the translucent road that has just been built and has been completed. Just waiting for the inauguration.

From behind his helmet, he saw the person who was trying to defend himself, from the attack of the person who was ganging on him. Apparently outnumbered so they were battered.

At first glance he saw one of them pull a gun out from behind his waist.

Soon Fadly increased the speed of his bike, approaching the man. With his focus his gaze was only on that person's hands. Crashed into it, until the gun could come off and be thrown. Without hurting his people.

Then stop the motor.

He faced the man with his bare hands. While his friends help Mr. Aslam face the bully.

Seeing the help coming, they gradually retreated to their respective vehicles, to escape.

Seeing that, Fadly immediately attacked quickly. And paralyze the one who is his opponent. Because he was curious, who was behind all this.

"Who are you, huh?!"

The man was silent and did not want to talk. One of the men who saw his friend under pressure pulled out his gun. I'm going to target him to Fadly.

Fortunately, Aslam saw it. He immediately approached the man.

"Express Mr. Fadly." he shouted in warning.

Reflexively he turned around. Until the bullet missed. Not regarding. It was about his own friend's shoulders. Make him fall. It looks like blood is starting to flow, soaking into the man's back shirt.

While the man was stunned over the wrong address shot. Mr. Aslam did not waste the opportunity. Paralysed the man and took the gun out of his hand.

They now felt defeated after help came. So he immediately pulled the body of his friend violently, taking her into their car. Then it sped away. Followed by his other friends.

After they all left. Mr. Aslam approached Fadly.

"Thank you, sir. You came on time. We don't know our fate if you don't come to help. They're too many and strong."

"Yes, some people are also armed."

"Yes. This one and that's what Tata's holding."

"Do you know who they are?"

Mr. Aslam shakes his head.

"It just seems to be the same as the person who kidnapped the mistress of Zaidan and Anya. Including the one who hurt Miss Mayasa."

"If today wasn't my engagement day. I'll chase them down" said Fadly, wagging his arm.

"Congratulations, Bro. Finally you found your heart" said a friend, patting her on the back.

"I'll stay first." Fadly.

"Yes, go. Don't worry about us."

Then Fadly picks up the bike, leaving Mr. Aslam and his friends. Drive fast to Zaidan's house.

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Zaidan lifted up Anya's slumbering body into her room. Likewise with Sharif who raised Arsyi's body in his arms, following Zaidan.

Passing through the room that has been very beautifully arranged from the living room to the middle room.

But the road stopped when it was in Zaidan's room. Waiting Zaidan ....

After putting Anya down, he grabbed Arsyi from Sharif's sling. Put them both in her room.

Actually Zaidan is difficult to allow others into his private room. Thankfully, Sharif understood the person of his friend. So Sharif patiently waited for him to come out of the room.

"It seems to be a yes',"

"We pray first."

"Yes." Yeah."

Both of them stepped into the musholla in the house. Praying together without the Zaidan family.

Because it looks like they've all done it, without Zaidan. Because he was late.

Shortly after they finished praying, someone greeted them.

The voice he always wanted. Especially moments like this. However, the problems that have plagued him lately, make his soul tired.

But a new voice flashed through his ear, making him get a drop of coolness. Zaidan immediately headed towards the source of the voice

"Wa'alaikum salam ..."