HEY JUN

29

"Basic child does not know himself! You've embarrassed me!" shouted Mr. Narto.

Plaque...

Mr. Narto immediately slapped Diandra and pushed him to the ground. Pak Narto was really made to rise in blood when Arya, his son-in-law came to Pak Narto's house with photos and hot videos of Diandra. Mr. Narto was almost hanging to see his daughter was busy sharing sweat with the poor man he hated. He did not expect that Diandra could do such a thing.

Shame, Mr. Narto is really embarrassed. The status of Pak Narto as a prominent person in his village. The most successful and honorable tobacco manufacturer, now has to bear the shame of his own son. Want to be carded where Pak Narto's face. His ears have been buzzing since, either it's possible that at this time his family is becoming a material for gifts throughout the village.

"If father's chosen son-in-law were not impotent, I wouldn't be able to do that."

Plaque...

Again Pak Narto landed a slap in his son's face.

"Have you lost your mind, Dian? Arya impotent you can treat. Take him to the masseur. Buying medicine online can also. You're such a fool! Can you even sleep with Juna?."

"At least Juna can give me an inner living, Dad. Not like Dad's son-in-law. Impotent."

Plaques

Plaques

Plaques

Mr. Narto slapped Diandra many times. This time it was harder than before.

"Just kill Dian, Dad!" diandra's challenge made Pak Narto stop his hand movement.

"Daddy knows! Dian never loved Arya. I always forced Dian. If only Dian could choose. Dian will stay with Juna instead of having to live with that impotent man."

"Enough, Dian! Enough's enough! You're really out of your mind."

"Yes, I'm not sane and it's all because of dad. I sacrificed my happiness for treasure. I sacrificed me for my father's obsession."

"Shut up, you!!! Do you want us to live destitute, huh? Were it not for the Aryans, Dad's tobacco business would have gone out of business. Look at the other farmers, they're losing money. Only father survives and that's thanks to your in-laws' help."

"Why should Dian be the one you sacrificed? Dad traded Dian's happiness for this fortune. Why isn't that bastard the only one I sacrificed?."

Plaque...

"So what you say, Diandra! He's your brother, not an illegitimate son" Mr. Narto returned enraged with Diandra. It felt like there were countless times how his rough hands slapped Diandra.

"Dian is not. Until whenever Dian won't admit it sister."

Pak Narto was about to slap Diandra again. However, his hand was not floating because Pak Narto saw a man walking towards his house.

Mr. Narto rushed out, ignoring Diandra who was still on the floor. Pak Narto immediately panicked when he saw the figure who came to his house.

"I'm Mr. Arya's man" said the man.

Pak Narto nodded. He actually already knew if the person was his son-in-law. It is seen from the red blue uniform that the person wears that reads TOKO MAJU JAYA, which is the largest plastic store in the district.

"I was asked to deliver this, sir" said the man again. He handed a brown envelope to Mr. Narto.

Mr. Narto received the envelope with misgivings. He opened the envelope and...

tass.....

The paper Mr. Narto had originally held fell to the floor. Mr. Narto stared with a red face. He gave the code to Aryan man to go home and of course the man immediately left the residence of Pak Narto.

Mr. Narto went inside. He pulled Diandra's body to get up and directly grabbed Diandra's hair violently.

"Look at you, Dian! Arya filed for divorce! Talak three! You're glad you embarrassed me. Glad you are, huh?" Pak Narto raged.

"Dad doesn't want to know. You need to see Arya. Apologize to him. If you need to kiss both feet because you don't want to fall poor."

Bruck

Diandra threw Pak Narto's hand and pushed him to the floor.

"Diandra won't, Dad! Dian is not so happy! If you don't want to be poor, marry the bastard to Arya. Don't Diandra!."

Pak Narto is rising. He immediately blocked Diandra's neck and pushed her body against the wall.

"You've dared to fight, huh! The child does not know the return! Brash kid!."

"According to Father's orders. If not, I'll take you off the family card. I won't think of you as a child" shouted Mr. Narto. He released his hand on Diandra's neck.

"Diandra doesn't care. You either consider me a son or not. Dian will leave if you insist on asking Dian to apologize to Arya."

Diandra immediately ran towards his room. He packed his suitcase and immediately packed all his things. The determination of Diandra is already unanimous. He does not want to live with his father anymore. Diandra wants to go.

Diandra is not a fool who does not take into account everything that might happen. Before he had a scandal with Juna, Diandra had already drained a lot of Arya's money. He bought a lot of jewelry, bought a shop and a house on the island of Bali. With enough ammunition capital, it seems Diandra does not need to bother if you have to get out of the house.

Besides that secretly, Diandra had already planned to stay together with Juna. He's leaving today. But before that, Diandra will invite Juna to come with him to Bali.

Finished packing his things. Diandra came out of his room. He spreads his view. There is no Mr. Narto. Maybe her father went to Arya's house to apologize.

Diandra doesn't care. He continued walking, with his right hand holding the device. Yes, Diandra ordered an ojek online. He had to rush to the terminal before Pak Narto knew of the action.

"Where is Dian going?" ask a girl standing behind Diandra.

Diandra turned her body. He looked at the girl with hatred.

"No need to take care of my life, bastard! Where am I going, it's none of your business!" snapped Diandra.

The girl looked down. Realize that he has aroused his brother's anger.

"When you ask, what will I say, brother?" ask the girl again.

"Tell me if I'm out of this hell."

Ting...

A notification went into Diandra's device. Ojek his order has arrived. Diandra immediately stepped up, approaching the online object. Without a lot of words, the online motorcycle immediately drove to the terminal, according to Diandra's orders.

***

"I have a duty for you" Mr. Narto told his man.

"What task, sir?."

"I want you to kill Juna."

Degs...

Pak Narto's men were trembling. His boss' orders included criminals. He doesn't want to do that. Other than sinning, he does not want to go to jail for fulfilling his boss' wishes.

"Why? You don't want to?" ask Mr. Narto.

"Sorry, boss. I am not refusing. But killing is the boss's criminal deed."

Brakkkk

Pak Narto hit the table. He vented his anger on the solid thing.

"Fuck with criminals or not. I have money. Money can keep the police quiet so as not to investigate the case. You don't have to worry."

Pak Narto's men were trembling. He is not a bad person who usually commits crime. He is just a tobacco farmer who has long worked in the fields owned by Pak Narto. His heart rebelled, refusing to accept the evil duties of Pak Narto.

"I'll give you a hundred million if I kill Juna. With that money you can pay off your debts."

Tantalizing offer. However, for those subordinates of Pak Narto strong faith. It seemed that the money was not worth the sin and punishment he would receive.

"Sorry, Boss. I can't. I always remember my mother's advice. I cannot support my family with illegal money. Sorry, boss. A thousand sorry."

Bruck...

Mr. Narto hit the man's stomach with his stick. He then left the man who was in pain.

Pak Narto sat in a hut, where he used to monitor the performance of his subordinates. He thought hard how to vent his frustration to Juna. According to Pak Narto, all problems that arise in the family of Pak Narto, sourced from Juna.

Since the beginning Pak Narto did not agree if Diandra established a relationship with Juna. However, Diandra was apparently stubborn, undergoing a secret relationship for up to five years. Mr. Narto would not want to have a poor son-in-law like Juna. According to him, Juna will only be a parasite that will drain his property.

Mr. Narto really had to rack his brains. He wants to finish off Juna, but his men won't. Want to finish with his own hands, how? Mr. Narto can't shoot. He used to hold a wooden stick instead of a firearm like a cold-blooded mobster. Confused, Mr. Narto was completely confused.

However, it suddenly crossed his brain to burn down Juna's house. Thank goodness Juna died in that house. Mr. Narto only needed to buy gasoline and lighters. Easy and fast, that's the idea that comes to the mind of Pak Narto.

Mr. Narto immediately smiled sumringah. He had already imagined when it would execute Juna's house. At least sooner would be better.