Jatang Kak Lift

The Part 10

Iren opened his eyes slowly. The dim light made his gaze slightly blurred. He was trying to sharpen his eyesight to recognize this place.

"Alvaro's room." he sizzled.

Slowly he moved from the bed to the door. Then open the door slowly. And, his eyes giddily stared at the two bodyguards on standby in front of Alvaro's room door.

"Miss should not come out" said one of the bodyguards while holding Iren's steps.

"This is not my room. Let me go to my room." asked Iren in a weak-sounding voice.

"Sorry miss, you are not allowing the lady to leave this room without Mr. Alvaro's permission" said the burly man with a stiff expression.

"Hhhh! Bereng sek!" Irene, then turned back. He stepped back into bed. Free of charge, he still can't get out of this room without Alvaro's permission. Suddenly he missed his foster mother so much. Maybe something like this wouldn't have happened if he was here.

Irene touched her stomach that felt sore because it had not touched the rice from this morning, and now it was almost midnight. His gaze was fixed on the small table in the middle of the room. With a slow step he headed there. Apparently Alvaro prepared food for him at this table.

Iren sat cross-legged on the floor covered with tapestries, chewing fresh fruit. At this table there is rice and side dishes. But he was not at all tasteful, for the sake of his stomach that must be filled he was forced to chew fruit.

After that, Iren could not even sleep. It was three in the morning. Iren pulled her steps onto the balcony of the room, sitting there while wrapping her body in a thick blanket.

Iren fell asleep on the sofa in a slanted position, staring at the star grains above with a blank mind.

There was nothing he was thinking about right now, he was just staring at the night sky until he subconsciously fell asleep towards dawn.

Alvaro relaxed his body, he was leaning on the chair at work in his office. It's six in the morning. He hasn't closed his eyes for a moment, all night.

He seems to be deliberately busy with work. Maybe he was really very busy, until he did not have time to sleep for a moment.

The man got up from his seat, pulled his car keys and cell phone on the table and left.

An hour later Alvaro arrived at his house. With wide steps he stepped towards his room.

"Where is he?" alvaro asked the two bodyguards standing guard at the door of his room.

The two men half bowed their bodies saluting. "Miss is still inside the master."

"Good." said Alvaro, then stepped in after opening the room door.

Alvaro scanned every inch of his room, but he didn't see Iren anywhere. Alvaro growled in annoyance, and almost shouted. But he did not do when he saw the balcony door open half.

With quick steps he headed there. His steps stopped at the doorway, staring at Iren's body sleeping in the morning sun.

Alvaro approached Iren, crouching right in front of him while scanning the pale face closely. The cold-faced man raised his finger covering Iren's face from the sunlight. Long enough he did that, then slowly he carried Iren's body into the room.

Just as his body touched the mattress, Iren's eyes opened. Realizing who was at his side, Iren pulled his body away.

"You slept outside all night?" alvaro asked, regardless of Iren's terrified expression.

"You can get the flu, don't do it again" the man added. Then step away.

Iren stared at Alvaro's steps with a pounding heart. While the man looks relaxed into the bathroom.

Iren sighed heavily. Until when Alvaro will treat him like this. What kind of demon actually possessed Alvaro, to the point of doing a heinous thing to his own foster sister.

Chequek..

The bathroom door opened, Alvaro was seen coming out with a towel that only covered half of his body.

Iren's eyes were tightly closed. He did not dare to look at that body, a body that reminded Iren of Alvaro's savagery. Given that his heart aches.

"Hand, let aunt bring you clothes" said Alvaro and went to the dressing room.

Iren's not budging. He can't just be treated like this by Alvaro. If he fights back, Alvaro will set him free.

"Why not shower?" alvaro asked as he exited the dressing room, and Iren was still sitting on the edge of the bed.

"I'll take a shower in my room." said Iren, venturing out. Alvaro looked at Iren for a moment, then stepped onto his desk.

"Bik, someone get me a shirt in Iren's room. Bring me to my room." he told the butler, via the intercom.

Hearing that sentence Iren inflamed. There's a right to treat Iren like a prisoner like this. "Sister!" call Iren with a high voice.

Alvaro did not hear Iren's voice calling his name. The man seemed to be casually putting together some files and putting them in his black bag.

Being ignored so makes Iren nervous. With wide strides he approached Alvaro's table, then with anger he pulled all the items on the table to the floor. His anger did not stop there, he was still raging. Scattering all the items in this room to fall to the floor, in an instant Alvaro's room looks like a ship broke.

Iren stood in the middle of the room with a breath of breath, his eyes staring at Alvaro who was unmoved in his place. There was no angry expression on the man's face, he noticed Iren's behavior with a flat expression.

The man let out a heavy sigh, as he looked at the red liquid thing dripping from Iren's fingertips. He stared at the door, half-screaming he was commanding the two people who were outside the room. "Call aunt and two servants, have them bring p3k here!" Alvaro. The man placed the bag he had been carrying on the nightstand. Then it reached out to Iren's body, pulling the body forcefully onto the lip of the bed.

"You see the results of your actions" he said, pressing the injured fingertip of Iren. Iren grimaced but did not stir the pain.

Geck..

Geck...

"Master." a big auntie's voice rang out behind the door.

"Get in." he said in a heavy voice.

The three women are choked, seeing Alvaro's normally tidy room now destroyed as if it had been blown out.

"Where's the stuff I asked for?" alvaro asked, his gaze still fixed on Iren who was silent like a statue.

The woman who used to be called auntie put a pair of clothes and a p3k box next to Iren. "It's sir." he said.

"Impress this place. Iren hasn't eaten since last night, you know what to do" said the man, cleaning the wound with alcohol and smearing it with red medicine, then bandaging it.

"Yes sir." said the middle-aged woman obediently.

Alvaro looked at Iren who was still sculpting in his place. "I went to work first." he said, then left the room.

Iren's shoulder slit as soon as Alvaro passed the door. Then he fell in tears. He cried as hard as he could without caring about Alvaro's men who looked at him with any feelings.

Seriate