In Another Life Secret's
Section 44
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After Sean had left the hospital area, speeding at high speed on the streets of the capital that was super jammed in the high hours of the night like this, finally the pitch black haired guy, finally, super-vibrant eyebrows and sexyable lips really depict God's perfect creation arriving at the area that has been sent to him.
The guy parked his black motor carelessly in front of an unlocked adult chest-high gate. The area was completely dark and there was only one light pole standing firmly there. The rest Sean relied on his flashlight phone.
Sean pushed the worn out door in front of him and stepped inside the old warehouse not far from where he stood. The sound of pain began to ring in his ears. Without causing attention, Sean went into a room that was minimal lighting.
"Just in time Sean, before this loser runs out in our hands," said Galih as Sean stepped foot in the room.
Galih looked at the arrival of the figure he had been waiting for. "Pay me more in accordance with our previous agreement, because my hand is deadened this gob*lok."
"Well, do you still need a price?" sean said with his devil smile.
"He was joking Sean. Don't waste time loading up on him, Galih again stress cut off his girlfriend."
"Don't talk about him here" Galih glared his eyes at Arkana.
"Sorry.." replied Arkana jutek.
In a dark, damp room with little lighting, Sean stands face to face with someone he has long sought his whereabouts. He was desperate and stopped the search for the perpetrator of the persecution on his cousin, but eventually the figure actually came to himself showing the trunk of his nose.
Galih and and Gian stood in front of the warehouse door. Who're they? He was Sean's best friend in his joys and sorrows before he came to Starlight High School.
When compared to Satria and Arkana, the two men were longer friends with Sean. It's good that Sean they know better.
"Gue did not expect after seven months passed he dared to also show his face in front of us," said Gian lit his lighter on a cigarette tucked in his lips.
"She usually doesn't think much of it. Maybe he needs some extra money so he'll meet Sean."
"The fate." said Gian reflected his cigarette smoke in the air. While Sean, the guy patted the man's face gently in front of him.
After the man raised his gaze with his eyes pinched due to bruising in the corner of the eye, he realized that Sean was standing in front of him.
Wounds everywhere, fresh blood from his temple was also still flowing slowly soaking his face. But the most painful thing was not the feeling of pity but a bitter reality that Sean had to listen out of the man's mouth.
"So it's true that he told you to do it like my cousin?" sean asked coldly and slightly taut. His heavy voice was able to dominate that old warehouse at this moment.
"Lo asked me to be honest from earlier. Why are you back now?!"
"Gue didn't ask you to speak at length! The answer is one, yes or no!" Sarkas SeN after lashing out a punch in his jaw.
"Gue just saw Sean that angry. Moreover, his fist must have been very sore" whispered Arkana in Satria's ear.
"Diem deh lo! Silent people are more prone," said Satria makes Arkana immediately close his mouth tightly.
"So you're both really twin brothers?" satria asked Galih and Gian. Both also nodded.
"Gue was born first" said Galih. "Let my brother he's more dangerous than me. You two should be careful with Gian."
A prankster scare Sean's friend immediately got a hard attack on the stomach after Gian landed a hard blow.
"Arghhh.." groaned Galih holding his stomach. "Look at. He was so wild," Galih clenched Gian and even patted the guy's chest softly.
"YES! HE WHO TOLD ME TO MAKE THE PRACTICE WAS LIKE COUSIN LO. SATISFIED!!"
"New gues satisfied!" sean said no less loud than the voice of the man. Sean then turned to Gian and Galih. Seeing the glances Sean gave, the two nodded their heads and walked towards Sean.
The two guys looked at each other and then smiled slantingly at the man sitting on the chair. "Don't die. I still need him to talk someday..."
"So we play back no problem dong ya..."
"Whatever. I unplug it first," said Sean tidying up his clothes and then moving from the place along with Satria and Arkana.
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The streets of the capital at 21:30 were heavily packed with two-wheelers and four-wheelers. While the Honda CBR 250RR sports motorcycle is black so speeding at speeds above average splitting the sea of vehicles that crowded the streets of the capital.
Not caring about the mockery heard from other riders when the horn of the motor is deafening. Arriving at his destination, Sean pulled up his bike, took off his full face helmet and got off the bike.
He stepped wide into his house, the view was now sweeping clean corner by corner of the house, looking for the figure but there was no one there. Until the sound of a call from behind him made Sean turn around.
"Lo's coming?"
The familiar heavy-pitched voice in his pair of ears made the man still wearing a gray uniform clad in his black jacket that he left open stare at him flat. Sean began to observe the figure from head to toe. Just like a year ago, he thought.
Her jet black hair was so disheveled. His perfectly firm jaw could not Sean look if the guy in front of him really did not change at all.
"Well remember you came home? Why go home, huh?! Lo money for foya-foya is over so remember to go home?" scowl Sean on the figure in front of him.
"Ck. Relax ajah time. I just came home instead of you bargaining for a drink or whatever else attacked first with the old topic."
"Live ajah. What's going on here? Want another caper the same? Or do you want to waste your booty again?"
"Suckers! shut that dirty mouth!" the call from Sean's interlocutor sounded angry, booming in such a quiet house. Sean stepped forward closer to the man. Now the two are looking at each other.
"Gue came here not looking for a storm. I came because of Grandpa's request. He asked you to come to the house" said the man.
Sean was underestimating. "The old man still remembers me? I'm not who, so why go there? What?"
"Sean!" nataniel. Yes, he is Nataniel, Sean's adoptive brother that not many people know and the man that his grandfather always admired even always compared to him.
For three more years Nathaniel lived abroad to continue his studies at one of the universities in Australia. Nathaniel was always said to be a filial, obedient, reliable grandson and would not disobey any orders his grandfather said. While Sean, whatever, he's always been the opposite of Nathan. His grandfather was not another family.
"What's? Your blind eyes can't see me being kicked out of that house. I dumped even that fucking guy's last name in no way in my last name!"
A hard fist from Nathan landed right on the ground that Sean made the master turn to the right with a loud whistle escaped from his lips.
"By the way again I ruined your face, Sean! You should know yourself a little. Your mouth advances like that," hissed Nathan with his hands still firmly clenched on the side of the striped training pants he was wearing.
"You know what you are, huh? Wh why? Don't like it when I say that? You should know yourself! Who's in the family? you are only a human who does not know the shame of ruining one family for yourself. Dogs are behaving! Need me to open the old sheet again, huh?!"
"Mending lo go home and tell them I'm never gonna step on that fucking guy's house. Whatever happens I will not go there," said Sean casually and continue to ignite the fire of anger from the bead of the figure in front of him.
The tall man lurched back his slam as Nathan stepped forward and hit Sean's jaw a second time. Receiving such a hard blow made Sean who fell down just chuckle and rub roughly the corner of his bloody and throbbing lips violently.
Sean admitted that the blow really hurt. This was the first time he had commented and was directly attacked with Sean's fist until the sensation of the punch was so poignant it struck him.
"Hit again, anjir! Finish me off with that big hand! You think as much as you hit me the name made lo it will be lost, will not! This lo kayak loser should never have existed in this world! Your behavior is more than an animal!"
"Lo back home because you regret the same behavior lo, huh? or do you want to do it again?"
Unmitigated, the man approached and again beat up Sean with a raw bogeman. Face flushed with a molar that bounced furiously.
"Gue never taught you to say that, Sean! You want to be appreciated but can't appreciate me coming back!"
Sean punched the two boys' hands. He took two steps forward. His distance from Dean was only one inch. With such a close distance Nathan could feel the roar of his sister's breath so hunting and a sharp gaze, it pierced Dean's gaze.
"Bacot is stale!" he said it was full of emphasis in every word that was thrown.
"Find out the definition appreciate first just talking. I think it's been your behavior all along. My life hasn't been your business since you made trouble, so mending you now leave this house. The dying man must not be at home if you long go home."
The man stared in disbelief at her but the furious glint still lit up in both of his eyes. "Fastly you will regret, Sean," Nathan said with an irregular breath.
"It's not just me but you'll regret it too. If only I could pass the time, I would never know my family. Because of all my dreams since childhood shattered and messed up," Sean continued in his heart.
Nathan walked furiously towards the front, through the large door of the house and towards his ninja motorbike parked in the courtyard of the house. He turned on his motorbike, without further ado, leaving Sean with the sound of a motorbike echoing through the house. The guy's squealing. He clenched his hands and kicked the empty air around him. ****! objurgation.
- to be continued -
