
The car Iyan was driving drove quickly towards the building that was used as Lisa's torture place. With hunting breath and hardened jaws, he hit his wheel at all times. The anger peaked, the car drove as if there were no brakes...
"Lisa, please hold on....
Arriving at the building, Iyan saw Max was already there with his men look down very sad...
"Shit, don't put on a face like that or I'll break your head..." Shouted Iyan at his men with a tear that had wetted his cheeks and jaw..
All that was there was just silent sculpting, not least Max. He did not dare to let out his voice nor his sorrow.. And Iyan put his foot on Lisa who was lifeless with wounds all over her body, and with the beauty of the clothes that look torn here . His hands were still tied up supporting his thin body... Lissa unfortunately nasipmu..
Iyan sat limp and roared for him Lisa was his younger sister. Lisa and Iyan are both single children.. Iyan cried as much as he could, thinking about his beloved sister's nasip..
Back to the memory of his past about Lisa who encouraged him to continue to pursue Gina's love. He's always been looking after Gina. He was also the one who had always been the reason Iyan was angry and laughed.. Now that beautiful and sweet face will never be seen again, her voice is not heard again and her steps are not seen again... But how can Iyan walk away with the memories of his fond memories with Lisa in childhood???
Lisaaaaa.....
Please come back..
please stay with me
please don't go...
"Sir, what should we do?" ask Max carefully .
"Call Tio, tell him not to come here, we'll take Lisa home. Have Tio and Salsa take care of Gina so that her emotions don't make her misstep." said Iyan interrupted by Isak's crying.
"Emm sir, it seems too late.. Miss blew up Arsya's hideout with Arsya inside. Tio just told me.." Max said softly and full of caution..
"Ouh triple shit..... Quickly take care of Lisa as soon as possible, My little girl must have been devastated ." Even at the lowest and saddest point, Iyan still worried about the lover...
On the other hand Gina was unconscious because she continued to cry.her body was weak powerless, still in a state of chaos and splashes of blood all over her body was able to make people think that she was injured.
Salsa who hugged Gina also cried from earlier.. He understood exactly what Lisa meant to Nonanya . And he was emotional about what Arsya did. .
"Hiks, what should we do Tio? Where are we going?" he said on the sidelines Isak his cry.
"Calm down salsa, Max sent a message that Lisa's body will be taken to the PRATAMA Mansion. Mr. Iyan must have been there, too." Tio said by staying focused on driving the car...
Tio's car first arrived at the Pratama residence, and salsa went down carrying Gina assisted by Mbok Iyem to the room usually occupied by Gina ...
Not long after, Iyan's car arrived.. Max and the others lowered Lisa's body towards the living room that had been prepared for the bed. Iyan followed behind, and headed straight for Gina's room..
czech.
gina's door opened slowly and slowly.
"Oh my sweet heart" Iyan's inner self, she again shed her tears, looking at Gina who had fallen asleep from crying for too long.. Even if the clothes had been changed clean and there were no blood stains, it could be seen that the back of his hands were swollen and the backs of his legs were turning blue.. He can confirm that Gina killed Arsya.
Feeling that someone touched her, Gina opened her eyelids, and Iyan was quietly staring at her face.
"Sister, Lisa sister, Hiks, Hiks" Gina cried again'
" So I know, Sorry." Said Iyan also shed her tears hugging and patting her shoulder.. Providing calm and channeling warmth .
Days passed, Gina and Iyan were able to accept Lisa's departure with a chest of air. They go through the day as usual.
Marco remained in his magnificent home with all his wounds and regrets. Iyan did nothing to make the old man a deterrent, just a short sentence could make him a deterrent.
"***what you plant, then that's what you'll reap***"
Marco remembered his father who killed Grandma of Iyan Pratama. And now because of his father, who bore that karma is his father Arsya Fedhrick Winston.. As people say.
"***revenue***"
Oh my god, enough is enough!!!
And the days changed, months passed and the year was changed.A few more months will be held wedding reception Iyan Pratama and Gina Syarif.
Both had tied up a sacred promise a week ago. And they did deliberately postpone the reception for personal gain...
***Connected
to be continued***