I'm Not a Grabber

Chapter 120: Helpful Advice

Small requests that can be instantly granted. Everything is back to normal because now there is no rebellion from the family. Although as a homeowner gets police-style interrogation from the men who live with him. Still everything is safely under control without presenting any new problems.

Let's go back to Indonesia. Where the roar of anger continues to resound vibrating lifeless body. How not to be afraid when the body that is used as an outlet must sacrifice for no apparent reason. All can only obey without insurrection until the arrival of someone stops the madness of the boss.

The whip that was thrown into the end of the torture, "Conscious! What is the gini way of loe lanternsin emotions? He's a man, not a samsak."

"Learnest, how dare loe ...," the bluster with the sound of a loud slap drained something warm from the corner of his lips. "Ck. Verdamm!"

Intentions retaliate, but his movements lose quickly to change the situation of him who is locked under the armpits of a man named Erick. "Bring all the wounded to the nearest hospital! Fatih anger is the main enemy so be aware. When's the obsession gonna ensnare your sanity, huh?"

The obsession? Sanity? What does it all mean when his life is just like a loser. Not having a home to go home, let alone just take shelter when the rain and heat are inflamed. Actually he was tired of running around just to take the happiness he deserved.

But what can I do? From the beginning there was only one way to take away the right of life that should belong to him alone. At first it was just revenge until the influence of Shena became the greatest desire in life to be one with the idol of the heart.

Who would have thought in the middle of the taste that chained the soul. Instead Tiara came to offer raga in answer to a question that ended in separation. He accidentally teases his former foster sister's fiancee into a satisfying heat struggle. The habit of being a taster so useful gives pleasure that can turn opium.

All endeavors are like aral crossbars that cannot be considered so easy. Her engagement with Naina, then mental suppress the braided hair girl. Then physical torture ignited the rebellion. All the series of events rolled like a film roll inside his head.

Fatih laughed so loudly, but laughed at herself. Aware of losing just reluctant to admit. Right now all that was left was regret, anger and the rest of the grudges that wanted to be resolved immediately. Although for that must be destroyed even pick up a death.

"Men are not sane. I'm tired of nasehati loe to go back to the right way. Don't you think about the fate of a baby who is also your own flesh and blood?" Erick releases the hand lock while pushing Fatih's body forward. "Lepasin Tiara, I know his country, you're rich now. Think about your decision again."

"My son? Where is the baby? Loe knows very well, no one knows but family ... Haish is really calling the name of the curse out of my mouth." Fatih rubbed her face rough.

That's true what the man said. After a sudden assault incident all the members of the Anderson family disappeared like they were swallowed by the earth. Let alone finding their whereabouts, his breath traces alone did not exist in the world. It is truly astonishing when defeat again and again becomes a habit.

It is eager to burn down a world that continues to play with its life destiny. He felt born as a curse that could not get happiness. While the reality is actually increasingly dropping the self-esteem that remains one handheld. There was nothing left for him.

"Whatever. Tired I ngarepin brain dumb so smooth again," Erick took the phone that suddenly rang, so see the familiar name on the flat object screen directly shifted the green icon received a call. "Loe diem is."

"Good day, here with Erick Wijaya." welcome the narcissistic Erick, make the person on the other side snort mischievously.

But still conveying the intent and purpose of his impromptu call to make Erick occasionally glance at Fatih who was busy stretching the body. A conversation for five minutes or more a few seconds changes the mood that can no longer be tolerated.

"Gue said goodbye first, and try to think about all the words I have said. By the way, the kids are meeting up tonight on the streets for a wild race. Everything will fine, Bro." Erick rushed out of his place as soon as he said goodbye.

All good? Is that right. Like fooling a child. He realized that life was already bad and impossible to repair. Although it can, it still will not be the same as before. Such a life of shame when already shackled with mistakes and sins.

Instead of listening to Erick's advice. Fatih resumed his impingement, but this time was only busy practicing hitting samsak who could indeed receive his raw bogem. Elsewhere, Dan just completed an impromptu investigation conducted to catch a spy in the company.

"Black, am I not being a leader? People who are trusted by the bokap are traitors who can be bribed. Isn't it weird?" Danish received the cup of coffee that Black poured out on her, the scent so strong.

"The company must be led firmly, but that does not mean sadistic. I'm sure Mr. Anderson knows about the traitor, but still maintains. Then the question that must be answered is, why not imprison them?" Erick pulled the chair along to sit opposite Dan.

I don't know, he didn't understand because all the records couldn't be found. If it wasn't for Black helping then it couldn't have cleared the company of traitors. Everything is good and can be healthy again. At least that's the thought and now.

"Here you go, now what? The new informant sent a message, saying later tonight there will be a wild race. You can drive a motorcycle, right?" black asked towards a more important topic as it concerned Fatih.

Motor racing? I have not done anything that has been considered a hobby for a long time. The problem in the past was that there were tragedies that stopped the fun. "Sorry, I can't race."

The worried look that radiated in Dan's eyes, made Black realize the man's trauma. Do not want to force because it could end worse than expected. Now all must be done alone, likes do not like to be his responsibility to bring together two brothers who are fighting each other.

Hope no longer exists because all that remains is peerless despair. "I'm the one racing, you'll just use the car."

It had been decided what the two of them would do later that night, but Dan was still thinking about the state of the wife who must have been enjoying the pain of the poison.