
“Jsa!!! You did it!!” debbie said as she hugged Isa, who had just come out of the dressing room to change her last outfit for the one she wore when she first set foot in Grand Palais.
Isa just smiled a little and returned Debbie's embrace.
At this moment, Isa felt that his legs were very sore. Yes, his legs hurt because they are required to walk while wearing heels with a height of 4 cm which is very painful for the feet of Isa who never wear heels . In addition, Isa felt his stomach was very sick because he was wearing a corset that aimed to strengthen his stomach, whereas Isa felt that his stomach was slender, even too slender, rough term, he said, Jesus has a thin body.
“How about I buy you a drink at a new club?” invite Debbie with her eyes that have sparkled – binars.
Isa smiled wryly when he heard his friend's invitation. Since when the hell, Debbie doesn't always take her to clubs? One thing Debbie never lost is the club.
“I'm not going to the club tonight” reject Isa while smiling to Debbie
“Yakh?? Why??” debbie asked as she put her lips together
“I feel very tired. My legs seem to have been swollen due to prolonged – long wear heels” said Isa while holding his legs that are already red – merahan.
“And I want to take you to the Korean club that just opened tonight. I really want to drink soju with you” said Debbie excitedly while holding both of Isa's shoulders tightly, which made Isa a little grimace.
“We can go when – when” said Isa with a small smile.
“Yes. Who are you going home with? It's late at night” said Debbie still with a smile. Namin, Isa can catch the look of disappointment from Debbie's face.
“I'll order transportation online”
“Sorry, I can't take you home. I still have to treat staff - staff and models – other models” said Debbie with a look of guilt
“Not what – what. I'll be fine – fine, really. I am an adult, I can take care of myself” said Isa while smiling sumringah.
“Nona Debbie!” call the assembled staff not far from Debbie and Isa.
Debbie looked at the staff. Instantly, Debbie felt unwilling to go with the staff and leave Isa.
Isa, who felt Debbie's grief, immediately touched Debbie's hand and smiled lightly to Debbie. Isa's smile made Debbie feel a little calmer.
“I go first. Heart – hearts” says Debbie while patting Isa's arm slowly.
Isa waved his hand at Debbie who was running to meet the staff and models who had been waiting for her since.
After Debbie was right – went with the staff and the models, Isa immediately stepped foot to get out of Grand Palais.
Arriving outside the Grand Palais building, Isa walked directly to a yeng stop containing seats provided for – people who were waiting for transportation. Usually, at – time active (such as morning, afternoon, afternoon), the road will be crowded by – cars taxi passing by.
Really, tonight's situation is really quieter than the usual – nights. Isa need not be surprised about it, considering it is now 01.00 in the morning. The long arrangement of fashion show shows and clean – activities at the end of the fashion show made Isa forced to go home late at night to his home. Actually, Isa predicted this. He should not be surprised anymore.
“Looks like I should call Minnie. They must be waiting for me at this time” muttered Isa while taking his phone from his sling bag.
Isa turned on his phone. She intends to call Minnie and inform Minnie that she will be arriving at their home soon.
The blush!
Hasn't had time to press the calling button, his phone has now disappeared from his hand. It happened so fast.
“Thief!” shouted Isa excited while running after a man dressed in the style of – punk style who had just robbed his phone.
Regardless of the circumstances, Isa kept shouting and chasing after the man. Perhaps, Isa should be grateful to himself who decided to wear flat shoes today, so that now Isa can pursue the thief without having to fear himself falling.
“Hei! Stop!!!” shouted Isa while throwing the thief with his aluminum drinking bottle originally.
Bugh!
Isa hit his target! Really, not expected!
Isa immediately accelerated his running speed when he saw the thief was sitting in his place while holding his head that had just been hit by the throw of an aluminum drinking bottle from Isa.
“Give me my phone!!! Or I'll call the police!!!” threaten Isa when the distance between himself and the thief is only a few meters away.
Feeling disadvantaged, the thief immediately put Isa's phone on the sidewalk in a hurry – gesa. Then the thief ran away from Isa. It seems he was afraid Isa would call the police and report the thief.
“Aish... I who was thin will definitely be thinner again” complained Isa while wiping – grains of sweat that has filled his forehead and neck.
“But it's okay.. Importantly, I've got you back” said Isa with a small smile and hugged his phone that had returned to him with a state without blisters in the slightest.
“Eh??? Why die?” said Isa was surprised when he did not find his phone on, even though he had pressed the power button on his phone.
With a heavy heart, Isa put the phone back into the sling bag. Isa is 100% sure, if the phone is definitely out of power. Ugh.. why when Isa gets a lucky break, he will definitely get a double bad luck.
Jesus breathed his breath with rage. Now, Isa is sure that he is right – really have to walk to go home.
Isa spread his gaze and again exhaled with a huff. Isa is very far from the Grand Palais area. Looks like, Isa is right – really should do sports on this cold night.
Isa moved his feet quickly from the area. Isa was sure, that he would spend time on the journey for 30 minutes.
During the trip, Isa warned – want the situation around him. His two hazel eyeballs always swept every place he passed. Of course, Isa felt very scared at this moment. No, Isa is not afraid of ghosts, he is more afraid of criminals who might be able to do – criminal acts to him.
The longer Isa walked on the quiet streets equipped with dim lights, the more Isa felt that he was being followed by others.
Each time Jesus spread his gaze, Jesus found no one near him. It makes Isa shiver. Isa began to guess – nebak negative things that will happen to him and the mind – thoughts that make Isa's hand becomes colder.
Till…
“Humph!!!!”
Isa thrashed – thrashing with all his might as he felt a huge hand smother his mouth from behind.
“Sssh..”.
That's a man's voice!
Isa smacked the man's hand that was smothering his mouth. However, Isa was just a weak woman who would definitely lose to the man, no matter how hard Isa tried.
In the middle of the – upheaval, the man silently nodded his body and carried Isa like he was carrying a sack of rice.
“Let go of me, bastard!! I'll call the police!” ronta Isa while hitting the man's wide back.
The man was silent and did not answer the threat made by Isa. For him, the threat of – that threat means nothing. With all the power he already has, the man can do anything.
The man walked at a rapid pace to a black car in a flat yard delivery.
Arriving near the car, the man opened the door of the luxury car violently, as if – if he did not care about how much money he had spent to get the luxury car.
Bruk!!!
The man threw Isa's body violently onto the passenger seat of the luxury car, which had been designed in such a way that the passenger seat of the luxury car could be shaped like a mini mattress.
“Who are you, huh!!” ''Isa shouted harshly while looking at the man.
You need to know, right now, that guy's dressed all in black. Starting from black sneakers, riped black jeans, black t-shirts, black masks, sunglasses to black hats. The man was no different from a chameleon, who always managed to manipulate the people – people around him with a change of form that could be said to be perfect.
The man again did not answer Isa's question. The man chose silence and moved to the driver's seat.
Feeling himself threatened, without a second thought.Isa pulled roughly, the glasses worn by the man.
And…
How surprised Isa when he saw the figure of the man behind the incident he is experiencing at this time.
“You!!!”
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