I'm Not a Grabber

Chapter 101: Leader/Leader?

Who wouldn't tremble when faced with Gang Knife's men? The famous group of breingas in the number two order is always not knowing the word mercy to make it difficult for people who do not know anything. It was really troublesome for the police, but anyone who was sent to eradicate ended up losing their lives.

But in fact Mr. Anderson's attitude is still calm even though the heart is not calm. Not out of fear, he was only worried about his wife who started to show an uncomfortable expression. Lips may be silent, but not with eyes that continue to circulate a watchful gaze.

The head of the wife, "Calm down, Nara. Everything's gonna be okay, you trust me, right?"

"You are, Pa. My mother always believed with all her heart. Should I ask again?" Mama Quinara panicked and asked a question. The habit of speaking sharply in times of precarious conditions with emotions that oscillate.

The voice of the phone call that is still connected switches to another number. There was a greeting from across with a heavy voice half hoarsely restrained. I don't know what that guy did? He only knew that wherever the leader of the Knife Gang was, he must have been sitting enjoying the pouring wine of a beautiful girl.

"Keep your men out of my way!" papa Anderson's word without further ado, made the person on the other side throw a glass until it made a noise.

Definitely not accept getting interference from strangers. Moreover, his pleasure in snatched without excuse. Bad habits that always put forward temperament make people across the phone mudja make mistakes in deciding an action. Less is more what he concluded.

Papa Anderson kept the phone away from the ear for a while to save himself from the swearing that sounded like a mosquito drone, then re-attached the inanimate object to the ear. "Have you? Do my orders or take the consequences."

Mama Quinara was confused by the conversation her husband was having. Who was threatened and why? They were trapped and surrounded by strange people, but the husband was busy making calls. Weird, right? It's just trying to understand and he feels all interconnected.

The threat is not just a joke. It seemed like the rejection had been ascertained, suddenly from the front with a considerable distance there was an explosion. His voice was shocking enough to disperse the strange humans who were trying to save themselves.

However, a thin smile that almost faded looks so clear and caught the eyes of the wife. The woman immediately realized a truth that she had thought had been resolved. The memories of youth returning present snatched away the remaining calm.

Is her husband still a leader? If yes, then it means that all this time has reneged on the wedding promise. Whatever it was, he realized the family needed the support of reliable people. I used to think naively, but today my eyes are wide open.

It's okay to be a leader. As long as you don't bring family. Mama Quinara was busy thinking about this and that to forget the situation was still in the midst of tension. Thoughts that go back to the past make it lose consciousness in the world that becomes the memory of the present.

"Sir, Walk!" Papa Anderson gave instructions for the driver to continue the journey, then he turned to look at his wife who had been silent for fifteen minutes with an ambiguous facial expression. "Nara, are you okay?"

There's no answer. Suddenly he rubbed his woman's face with a soft look covered with worry. The gazes of the eyes clashed with each other, the silence sinking deeper into the wishful thinking. Questions meet assertiveness get rid of doubts of the heart. Be aware of forgiven mistakes.

Not angry or asking questions. Quinara instantly dissipated herself drowning in the crib. It was clear his wife had accepted the explanation he had given. Relieved by the sincerity of a wife of another world who has been providing support in every trace of her life.

Instead of enjoying a warm hug. The man rained a kiss of love conveying the gratitude that filled the recesses of his heart. "Stay with me because you are my world. Everyone may turn away, but as long as you are by my side nothing can break this heart."

While in the other hemisphere there is an uproar involving the police. It had been almost half an hour of being a prisoner, but no one could make up for it. Not nothing, it just wants to keep quiet contemplating all possibilities.

As the world frenzy continues to be busy broadcasting untruth. How will he find the bright spot? What power can he do? The idea that comes gives an answer, therefore. Now the place is behind bars on charges of destruction of houses.

A tired body lay on a long bench lying in the corner of the room with eyes closed. Silence without friends as if all peace belonged to only one. But all of that turned into noise because of the sound of pleas.

"Sir, please release the man. I'll vouch for it" someone asked with a fist in front of his chest, but the police refused to listen. "Sir, please let me take him back to Indonesia."

The foreign language was fluent though it sounded like a wind then to the attendants until a soft voice came greeting the eardrum. People in government rooms are like being attacked by a virus, where those who divert attention are instantly fascinated by the truly seductive scenery.

The virus falls in love at first sight. Her face was beautiful smooth white, straight hair was jet black, thin lips layered in natural peach color and hazelnut eye color. The perfect combination with a black dress that has a low cleavage.

"Halloo?" The woman shook her hands in front of the Chief Officer named Louis. "Mrs. Louis, introduce my name to Selena and this is a guarantee for the man you're holding. Please be accepted instead come to the Club D'Lux Party. I'm the deal."

Astonished by the woman's statement, the Chief Officer immediately bowed half his body. "I'm sorry for not recognizing a great woman like you, Miss Selena."

"It's ok, humans are used to forgetting status. You can let my man go, now!" A soft voice full of emphasis explained he did not want to hear a rebuttal.

The sound of footsteps approaching the iron fence, making the man who is still reluctant to be disturbed moved from his comfortable position. Then opened his closed eyes, in front of the chief officer ready to liberate. Lock in one hand and lock in the other. Really troublesome, but left unchecked.

"Hey, You!" His hands raised to Selena, where the woman he pointed at welcomed with a charming smile. As good as you try, you will not be tempted. "Bring back the warrant! My lawyer can handle without your compassion."