High Voltage Love's
Ep12s. Rehearses
Ridho had already returned to the Bocchi residence in Barnet. He took some clothes and all his personal identity documents to put in his backpack. But before he goes, he must know first where he is going. It's free to go from there, but Patricia's whereabouts are unknown.
The man took his glasses and opened his laptop, then typed in the name of the man Antonio suspected. Dominic Bastille, a world-class entrepreneur, is renowned as the largest and best wine exporter in France. In addition to wine, apparently the man who is familiarly called Dom, also has a business in the automotive field. Ridho sighed, not expecting his love story with Patricia to be this heavy, even he had to come into contact with world-class entrepreneurs. He used to think that the world would not be bigger than his hand, so he could hold it. However, he faced another reality before him. After all, he had gone too far in this, and had to find his lover soon.
Suddenly, someone came knocking on the door of his room that was open. It was Leonardo who had come. Ridho turned his head with a face of alert.
“What's up?” ask Ridho.
“Prepare, we'll leave!”
Ridho furrowed his brows.
“But before we leave, you should practice holding a firearm,” Leonardo said.
Ridho's face stiffened. He never held a firearm. Wh-wh-what for? Because he has never been involved with crime. But this time, he faces a high-class villain who may be very dangerous.
“How come, my eyes are no good?!” said Ridho dodged.
“Wear contact lenses, we will take care of them soon! Come!” take Leonardo.
“You've found Patricia?”
“He was tracked still in London. We've sent some agents to Westminster to make sure. Looks like they'll fly to Paris.”
Ridho exhaled his coarse breath. Leonardo and Ridho walked towards the courtyard, where there was a special building to practice shooting and martial arts activities, such as boxing and even using katana swords, it was commonly used by samurai. Ridho looked at the room in amazement.
“This room is specifically for our bodyguards. Papa was also very happy to practice self-defense, especially using that sword. He once went to Japan and had the best friend of a samurai warrior and trained there. So he made this building,” explained Leonardo.
“Actually, Papa already trusts you. It's just that I'm stupid, I've underestimated you because I assumed you wouldn't be able to take care of Patricia. But it was me who got him caught in great danger. I'll go with you, we'll pick up Patricia,” Leonardo continued with a sorry expression on his face.
Ridho looked at him sharply. Should he believe it?
“Papa has received a threat message from Dom. He does not want Patricia, but he will guarantee her safety. He just wants a secret file from our company,”, Leonardo said while choosing a revolver type firearm, one of the firearms that have light weight.
“Hold, it's light, suitable for you!” said Leonardo gave the weapon to Ridho who continued to pay attention to it.
“Fill with this bullet!” da Vinci exclaimed, he practiced how to insert the bullet, so that Ridho could follow him. Then he pulled the trigger, the firearm was ready for use. Ridho's hand trembled, as he had never used it at all.
“The key to shooting on target is to stay calm and focused. Look!”
Leonardo aimed his weapon at a target board located about 50 meters from where they were standing. “Use this iron tip to target your target!” said Leonardo.
DORS. Leonardo managed to shoot right in the center of the target without any load.
“You try!” exclamation Leonardo.
Ridho raised his hand and pointed his gun towards the target. Leonardo held onto his trembling arm and lowered it.
“You must be calm!” yells.
“You have to do it, Patricia needs you. Dominic has a lot of dangerous men. Although we will come peacefully to the man, still you must be careful.”
Ridho took a deep breath, then exhaled it slowly. He raised his hand again, and tried again. Now he is much calmer. His gaze focused on the center point of the target at number 1, then began to pull the trigger and press the trigger. DORS. The bullet went through the board in the black area.
“Not too bad!” leonardo praised him. Although not on target, Ridho managed to shoot the bullet about 5 cm from the center of the target.
“Practice one today. After that we will go to Paris! I'll call an ophthalmologist for you, so that you can immediately use the best contact lenses, so wait here while practicing!” leonardo patted Ridho on the shoulder and then sauntered out.
Ridho returned to practice shooting with bullets that were already available there. The sound of his ear-splitting gunfire was completely unfamiliar to him. But Leo was right, he had to do it just to be on his guard. He doesn't know how dangerous Dominic Bastille is. Ah, it seems like the action movie he used to watch is now experienced by himself, like his dream alone.
The revolver he had held since then, was now placed. The bullets there are finished. Twice he shot on target, the rest were too much. Ears buzzing. Now the man is walking around the training room. Somehow he was very interested in holding the katana sword, it looks cool indeed. But maybe he doesn't need it now. Ridho opened his shirt, leaving the shirt in black. The muscles of his arms bulged out not excessively, fitting for his slender body. He will practice the martial arts he has learned before. He must be stronger even though his fatigue and pain are still felt after the act of Leonardo this morning.
He came upon a large boxing samsak. He wanted to measure how much power he had to be able to make that thing sway. Ridho started putting up his horses. He used his feet first, kicking the object from the right quickly, thus making it sway to the side. Several times he did so until his feet felt numb. This time it was his hand that tried. He clenched his hands and started punching in turns, making the red object bounce back and then come back again, and Ridho continued to hit with all his strength. He was well aware, the resistance technique for his hands was still lacking, because the taekwondo he could only rely on the speed and strength of his legs. He had to make sure the strength of his hand could take down the opponent.
He had been training in that room for almost two hours. Sweat sweat on his forehead and all over his body. He must cleanse himself and face Him, asking for all the strength he does not have.
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Nightfall. Ridho walked towards the dining room. He had to fill his stomach for his body's energy to work optimally. It turned out that Mr. Antonio was already there with his bodyguards. He invites Ridho to join him.
“Eat, you need energy!” he cut his beef steak.
Ridho sat next to him, while the waiter served him food.
“I won't ask for anything from you if you manage to save Patricia. Or rather I will give you whatever you want,” said Antonio after chewing his meat.
Ridho was silent. He looked at the large piece of meat in front of him.
“Eat! Patricia has arranged everything so that what she eats is in accordance with her religious beliefs. Except for the wine that's special to me and Leonardo. He was chatty after becoming a Muslim, but I am happy because the smile that used to rarely appear on his lips now often appears again,” said Antonio, his eyes look teary.
“He likes you so much, even though I often insult you in front of him. But he still defended you. I've never seen it that way,” continued Antonio.
“I'll give you whatever origin she survived. Including confidential company files that I have built since long ago,” said Antonio gulped his water.
Ridho started cutting the meat of his steak, then bribed it into his mouth.
“I'll try,” said Ridho briefly.
Antonio smiled a little. It was the first time for Ridho to see a small smile from Antonio, despite the lingering worries.
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