High Voltage Love's
Ep 27's. Time
Ridho was lying on a mat with a hose of oxygen mask that covered his mouth and nose. The man was still unconscious after the surgery to remove the bullet lodged in his left abdomen. However, his condition is now much more stable than before.
Patricia fell asleep with her hands folded next to her husband, on the mat. His body feels tired, the back of his neck still feels sore after removing the chip from his body. However, his heart was calmer, hearing Dominic had died at the hands of his own brother. However, he was worried about the fate of his brother who had been called by the police to explain what happened. He fears that his brother will be arrested and convicted of killing Dominic, but the legal matters related to this case will be a little complicated because both are not from this country.
Patricia woke up from her sleep. She looked at her husband's bruised face and cuts from scratches by broken glass. His heart was always grateful for the meeting of the man lying in front of him, even the man was willing to protect him with all his strength. Patricia did not expect her husband would be that tough after marrying her, she actually realized the promise to her father. Ridho had changed a lot, the woman loved him even more.
Ridho's index finger made a movement, as well as his slightly shaking eyelids. Patricia. The man's eyes opened slowly, while trying to focus on his body's consciousness. His gaze was still blurred, but he saw the silhouette of his familiar woman.
“Pat,” said weak.
“I'm here, Honey!” patricia answered holding her husband's hand. Her face was relieved, as her husband had regained consciousness after almost waiting for five hours.
The tip of Ridho's lips was attracted, concluding a small corner smile at his beloved wife.
“I want to go home!” said Ridho fragile, still held back by the oxygen mask that covered his nose and mouth.
“We'll be home in a minute. You want to meet your parents? We are going to Indonesia!” patricia still clasped the man's hand, then kissed him.
Ridho gave a small nod, his body was not yet properly fit. The pain and pain are still felt. He fell back and fell asleep later.
\=====
Six months later
The warm sun seemed to greet the body, gently absorbed from the black clothes of the man standing in front of a tall building. He stared at the building that used to be his job. Now as his boss promised, the man has filled a high position that is quite prestigious. Being a general manager of a multinational company, leading several companies under him at once for a national scale. Ridho walks into it with hope and a new life. He and his wife have moved to Indonesia. Antonio is forced to let them go on their own terms, although Antonio hopes Ridho can fit into his own company.
“Good morning, Sir!” greet the employees to the man whose hair has now been shaved leaving just one stop of his straight hair. Ridho smilingly nodded back at the greetings of his employees. He entered a special room of his own, plus an assistant who would help his work.
Today is not his first day in office, he has been working for almost five months. Since then, the gunshot wounds that hit his stomach gradually recovered and finally they returned to Indonesia after his condition was completely fit. Ridho's parents did not expect that his son was involved in a fairly complex case. At that time, after Ridho recovered, the international police only made him a witness. While Leonardo must accept his sentence for his murder of Dominic Bastille, he receives an extradition sentence in England. The case is really complicated, given Dominic and Leonardo's different citizen status, and the incident took place outside their country. It's just that Interpol handed the case to a court in England. In the end, Leonardo was sentenced to 5 years. Larson and Patricia were witnesses. Their case eventually led to further investigations into the manufacture of micro chips that were misused by businessmen such as Dominic Bastille. Swedish police and state agents have uncovered such cases, which have been found to be quite numerous. Until now, cases of advanced microchip planting are still under further investigation.
Ridho returned to work that afternoon, many incoming report files that he had to check. Ridho stared at his laptop screen with glasses attached to his face.
\======
The woman with bright brown irises was humming a little when she entered her apartment elevator. Her face looks radiant after attending a meeting with prominent hijab fashion designers in Jakarta. The contents of his head are full of many inspirations that he is ready to pour into the pictures and also notes in his book.
His slender footsteps walked down the long hallway to his suite residence. His wiggle finger pressed the number keys of the password to open the door. He turned on the light in his main room and put a small tote bag on his desk. The woman's hijab is still on her head. While occasionally looking at his face, he opened his phone and searched for a name in his contact book.
Tuuut.
“Hallo...” he said gently, the corners of his lips widened.
“Hai, Babe!” a heavy voice greeted him kindly.
“When are you going home?” asked the woman, sounding spoiled.
“Wait 30 minutes more huh?” said the man who was his interlocutor.
“Hmm... okay!”
“Please a minute, I will be home soon,” replied the man heard a small laugh.
“Alright! I love you, my husband..”.
“I love you too, Patricia!”
The connection was cut off, along with his breath. The woman was sorry, why didn't she just stop by her husband's office so they could go home together? He put his head on the table, over the folds of his hand.
BRUISES. A voice surprised him, making the woman's body vertical, then turned to the source of the sound. The sound came from his bedroom. Maybe only one of his books fell, he thought.
The woman turned to her kitchen, to make a small meal of her dinner with her husband. He opened a packet of instant paste he had just taken from the storage cabinet.
But suddenly, a strong grip smothered his mouth from behind. His nose inhaled a piercing strong scent, making his heart explode, so that he could no longer resist from the sudden attack. Over time his body felt weak, his eyes weakened until closed. The woman was unconscious after smelling the smell of drugs.
A man of great stature and stout stature, carrying the woman's body on his sturdy shoulder. Followed by other men who were also burly, they walked out of the apartment and went down through the elevator.
The woman's body was put into a large black van. No one is suspicious, because indeed the condition of the luxury apartment was quiet when the sun was leaving the sky. So the two burly men could pass easily.
The big van just passed by, when a big red motorbike passed by him.
A man with short-cut hair came down, and immediately carried his helmet. His heart was already impatient to meet his beloved wife whom he had married almost seven months ago. Their marriage was warm, though severe conflict had plagued their journey of love. But that didn't stop the two from coming together. The man walked towards his apartment residence on the twentieth floor.
How surprised the man's heart when he found the door of his dwelling was wide open. It never happened during their marriage. With a cautious heart, the man stepped in with a greeting.
“Pat, Dear?!” call him while looking at the room that was there.
His heart grew even more anxious when the call got no answer.
“Honey, where are you?” call him again with the English they usually use in everyday conversation.
The man went into his bedroom, and checked into the bathroom. Niente. There's no woman.
He took out his phone and connected it to his wife's number. A loud ringing tone rang out from the top of the workbench, making the man approach her.
“Patricia, where are you, Darling?!”
\=====
Seriate....
Sorry late update, hopefully can crazy update yes today ^_^
Don't forget to like, comment, and vote
Thank you always waiting for this story <3
