LAILA (The Girl Who Seeked Justice)

Episode 12's. Get Out of the House

Barraq just ran away from his fancy car. There is anger controlling it. The steps were so fast that inside the house, precisely in a room. Large room used for gathering. Barraq's eyes looked around sharply. His hands were also clenched.

"Mang Nurdin's....!!" barraq shouted with his tenor voice.

Not just once, but repeatedly he called Nurdin. His heart was completely silent in anger. As Barraq grumbled, mbok Jum passed by. And it certainly did not waste Barraq.

"Get me Mr. Ethan. Tell Barraq to see him...!"

"Sir.." said Jum.

A short word as an expression of a sense of wonder. Of course because Barraq has not usually done such things, indulging in excessive anger.

Seeing Jum his housekeeper not carrying out his orders, Barraq grew angry. He grabbed a flower vase not far from where he stood. Barraq threw it just like that. A rowdy voice immediately filled the air to surprise anyone, especially Jum.

"Sorry, Sir. Mbok will call Mr. Ethan." said Jum with a slightly trembling body.

Jum's step immediately quickly down the snaking stairs. But only half the journey, Jum's steps stopped. In front of him stood Ethan.

"Sir, Mr. Barraq.." said Jum to a halt. His eyes looked at Ethan's cold face.

"Go, mbok." said Ethan later.

Without any more ba-bi-bu, Jum leaves Ethan with his steps, just as his master's son had ordered.

And at the same time Nurdin was already standing not far from Barraq. The second son of Emran El Khasif is still standing. His anger is reaching the crown. Nurdin's presence was followed by several household assistants who woke up.

"You know what time it is, Barraq? Is your ethics really gone...?! You're sane, right? Not drunk, right?" ethan says.

"I don't need your fake attention, Ethan.."

"Supply....! I'm your sister...! How dare you say my name"

"Of course I'm brave. If necessary I will call it over and over again. Ethan's... Ethan's...Ethan's...Ethan's. Satisfied you...!"

"Enough...! What do you want?!"

"Your honesty...! Nurdin, take off your clothes"

"Open, Mister...?" nurdin.

His body suddenly trembled. Especially when he saw Barraq's red face extinguished with anger.

"You didn't hear...!'

Nurdin immediately undressed her upper clothes. Although initially hesitant, but then finally Nurdin confirmed the heart. He thought, maybe it's time he exposed all of Ethan's evil intentions towards Barraq.

Barraq and some of the existing domestic assistants were choked. He said to be barren. This is when you see bruises on several parts of the body other than the face. Barraq approached Nurdin. His eyes looked at every bruise. Then Barraq looked at Ethan, while his right index finger pointed at Nurdin.

"Tell Nurdin, who did it." said Barraq.

Not once, but two or even three times Barraq asked the same thing about the origin of bruises in Nurdin's body.

"Sa-me.me." said Nurdin. His eyes could not see Barraq or Ethan.

Nurdin. Said choked. Heart ripples. So anxious about the fate of his family.

"Well if you can't say it, then I will" Barraq said.

"You...! You're Ethan. You did. Every time Nurdin fails to get me drunk, you're gonna take it out on Nurdin. My one question, why do you want my life ruined? Answer Ethan...!"

"Not only that, every time you are mired in problems at home or office then you will also vent it to Nurdin. That's why Nurdin always had bruises on his body" Barraq said.

"Haaah.." said the existing household assistants.

Everyone's surprised. Their gazes alternately stared at Ethan, Barraq and Nurdin. Not infrequently, some of them close their mouths. Worry about overreactions. Ethan, however, is the first son of the feared El Khasif family.

Whispers between household assistants are inevitable. And it makes the mood a little boisterous.

Ethan clapped his hands. His lips are smiling. A smile that feels strange. Suddenly the atmosphere was silent. All attention is on Ethan. The tall, handsome-faced man approached Barraq.

"Have enough to sow his slander?"

"Defamation? You think everything I say is slander. You're really too..."

"You are too. You trust your ghost friend more than your own brother"

"Enough....! What no shame in being a spectacle in your own home..!!" said Emran who suddenly just stood at the end of the stairs.

"Please....!!"

PLAQUE...!!

A slap struck Barraq in the face. And that certainly made Barraq gasp. He really did not expect that the man he respected would do so. Emran's eyes are perfectly rounded. The bead of his eyes was clearly pointed at Barraq.

"Y....!!"

"I was wrong to have raised you, Barraq. I should've let you be when you were about to be eaten by a wolf at that time if I knew in the end you'd put me to shame"

"I didn't ask to be born, Pa..."

"Supply...!"

PLAQUE...!!

The slap came back to Barraq's face. And this time Emran's anger really reached the crown.

"Wow.I don't think it'll end up like this. So fast and I don't have to bother anymore to get rid of Barraq. The poor boy did not know himself. Haha....!" inner Ethan.

"Go...Get out of this house....!!"

"Sir.." said almost all the house assistants.

They strongly disagreed with the decision of their great master.

"If it wasn't your mama who whined to give you forgiveness, maybe I would've kicked you out a long time ago..!!"

"good. If it's papa's will. I'll paint it." said Barraq.

His long legs moved quickly. Barraq walked down the stairs without caring for the gazes of the many domestic assistants there.

No need to spend half the incense, Barraq has returned with a black leather bag. He looked at Emran bravely.

"I'm leaving, Pa. Someday you will regret having kept a poisonous snake in this house." said Barraq.

"Supply...!" ethan says.

His body moved closer to Barraq. If Emran had not prevented it, there would have been a bitter struggle between his two sons.

Barraq walked out of the room. No pomp or farewell. Because of the spread, deep down in his heart he still expects to be prevented from Emran or close to the charismatic man. But hope is hope. As the saying goes, far roasted from the fire, Barraq finally determined to leave the luxurious house that he lived in almost thirty years.

Barraq drove his car. One goal now is a house on the outskirts of town. A house unknown to any other El Khasif family. The house he bought with his own money. At that time he was still a businessman without the big name Emran El Khasif.

Barraq is traveling at high speed. The roar of his machine broke the silence almost at the end of the night. Only about an hour away, Barraq finally got to his destination. A modern minimalist style house is now on its rote.

Barraq immediately entered the house. A middle-aged man seemed moved to welcome Barraq. It was Mang Dikin. The only domestic assistant in the house.

"Welcome to Barraq.." said Dikin sumringah.

"How are you, Mang...?'

"Good, Mas. Wow.mamang kira, Mas has forgotten this house. Hehe.." said Dikin.

Hand Dikin directly.eraih black leather bag that carried Barraq.

"Ah, mamang could have. Sorry yes, mang.jam immediately contact mamang"

"Ah, barraq pinter for the shy"

"Shy...?"

"Yes, Mr. Barraq apologized for everything..."

"Owalaaaahs... Oya, Mang. Please make boiled noodles. Laper Mang's..."

"Good, Mas. Fifteen minutes to go to the room" said Dikin, putting the leather bag on the bed.

"OK, Mang. Thank you, yeah..."

Dikin nodded steadily while smiling. His eyes glistened, for his beloved master had returned. Meanwhile, Barraq stood staring far away. His gaze barged past the window frame he had just opened.

"Laila.." murmured Barraq.

"How can I help you...?" muttered Barraq again.