LAILA (The Girl Who Seeked Justice)

Episode 9's. Please just...

Why are you always with me?" barraq asked with eyes not separated from Laila's face.

"That's because.." said Laila stopped as Barraq looked at her.

"Em, the. pendrive. Yes, flash. When I chased them, I hit my sister. And I put the flash in my brother's jacket pocket"

"Flashdisk...? My jacket?" barraq said in a daze.

"At that time my brother was running...?

"Crazy...People are trusted. If I throw it away how?"

"Because....Ah, I don't know" said Laila.

"What is the content of the flash?"

"In it there is data misuse of funds as well as sabotage of the project"

"Relations...Where do you work, La...?"

Laila sighed. His eyes looked far away. Obviously his mind was wandering. Indeed his heart is rippling. He cannot tell the truth. About the place where he worked or the perpetrators of misuse of funds and sabotage of the project. Because according to Laila, everything could have made Barraq disappointed and angry.

Barraq asked again. But Laila remained silent. Only his eyes only occasionally look at Barraq's face which is overgrown with fine hair and began to thick it.

"Lalisa...!" Barraq.

This time Barraq's hand touched Laila's arm. And that certainly made Laila gasp.

"Why...?" barraq asked when he found Laila's unusual reaction.

"Em, Brother. Flashdisk is dmn now?" tanya Laila shifted the subject.

"Em, the flash...? I don't know. Because my condition at that time did not allow to remember or look at everything that was on me. I wear shoes or nothing, I don't care." said Barraq.

"It's a shame if it's gone. My efforts have become as futile as they seem" said Laila lethargic.

"Look at me, I woke up at home. It was morning. My clothes have changed too. The one who takes care of me when I'm drunk is Mang Nurdin"

"Mang Nurdin's...?"

"He's an assistant in my family. But he's closer to me. Waita... Then I'll call him" Barraq said, taking out a flat object from his jacket pocket.

Barraq called a contact number on his phone. He called repeatedly, but there was no answer.

"Where is Nurdin's mang." said Barraq curiously.

"Maybe asleep. It's 3 in the morning"

"Whenever I call him, he'll answer. But this is out of his habit. Is there something holding him back?" barraq gusar.

Then Barraq turned the wheel and drove his silver-colored sports car.

"A master was so worried about his domestic assistant. About how close the two are" Laila murmured.

"Don't bawel." said Barraq.

"Hehe.." Laila laughed at the man who was about the age of thirty.

The sky is still dark. There is no sign of the night going to roll by day. Apparently the owner of the afternoon still gives the earthlings the opportunity to enjoy their rest. The sky itself is not alone. There is a half moon that still clearly accompanies. There is also a flickering star diamond tub around it.

Barraq parked his car just like that. He stepped quickly into the luxurious house with blue marble walls. His steps were so hunted down the long hallway to the back area of the house. But not yet at the end of the corridor, Barraq had met the person he meant, namely Nurdin.

Still from a distance, Nurdin seemed to be stepping fast. Kuy face. Occasionally one hand wiped the corner of his lips. It seemed that something had happened to Nurdin, Barraq's heart said. Barraq seemed to be upset to find Nurdin's condition when he met.

Barraq looked at Nurdin's bruised face. There was a myriad of questions every time I saw a bruise on Nurdin's face. Because the bruises and cuts were not the first time Barraq found them. Nevertheless, Nurdin always managed to make an acceptable reason for Barraq's reasoning.

"It's not because it's falling anymore, is it, Mang. Tell me who did this to you, Mang? Say...!" Barraq.

"Young master...?!" nurdin gasped.

His eyes looked at every inch of Barraq's face. Even Nurdin turned it around.

"Young master all right?" nurdin was astonished.

"I'm fine, Mang..."

"Young master isn't drunk?"

"No Mang..."

"Well.amazing! Is there a cause for young master not to get drunk"

"Ah, a lot of questions. Regret me seeing mamang?" Barraq.

Barraq turned his body. His long legs again stepped down the corridor followed by Nurdin and also of course Laila.

"Flashdisk, Brother. Flasldisk....!" said Laila who has been with Barraq since.

"Ow, my gosh.." said Barraq.

His hand slapped the eel. A reaction to his caliphate about his ultimate goal was to meet Nurdin.

"Ec, Mang. This has been a long time. Almost a month ago. But hopefully you still remember" said Barraq.

"When I came home drunk, did you find a small object in my jacket pocket?"

"Little thing...?" nurdin.

His forehead shriveled. Signs that he is racking his brain and trying to remember.

"Flashdisk is blue, sister.." said Laila detailing the object in question.

"It's blue, Mang" Barraq said, continuing Laila's information.

"Ah, yes...! Mamang remembered. Is that something important, young master?"

"Say no, sister." said Laila.

"Em, not exactly Mang..."

"Find the reason for the contents, sister.." said Laila again.

"Ah, chatty....!" barraq said suddenly.

This certainly provokes asked Nurdin who accompanied his steps.

"The mama didn't say anything, young master..."

"Oh, sorry manga. That word is not for mamang. That's for me. Yes, for myself..." Barraq.

"Damor....." Laila laughed when she found Barraq's attitude in reason.

"It contains only my old data." said Barraq.

"The oyster keeps it in the drawer of the young master's desk..."

Laila sumringah heard Nurdin's explanation. His heart rippled great. The hope began to bloom after some time was dashed. Laila pinched Barraq's arm, to make sure he wasn't dreaming.

"Aww....! Em, I mean really...?!" said Barraq who had just been shocked because of Laila's treatment.

Barraq's perverted eyes looked at Laila's annoyance at the treatment. Even so, he tried to neutralize his surprise. This was because Nurdin's astonished gaze was so intimidating.

"Ep... Yes, Mister. Mamang remembered that mamang found the small blue object. And mamang keep it in the drawer of the young master's work table" repeated Nurdin convinced.

BRAKK....!!

The door opened violently. Barraq doesn't care if his voice can disturb the peace of the entire house. Barraq immediately headed for the table he hadn't used for a long time. Barraq started stirring up the contents of the four-stacking drawers one by one. Nil. Barraq has not found the object in question.

"Mamang sure you keep it here?"

"Yes of course, sir..."

"But I didn't find it. Shit...!!" barraq was upset. He closed the last drawer hard.

"Isn't it there, sister...?" laila was lethargic.

"I told you there wasn't. Didn't you hear it....!" Barraq.

"Young master.forgive mamang" said Nurdin.

Nurdin's astonished face turned riled up. His hands trembled as Barraq's fluent words so loudly filled the ear space.

"I'm sorry, Mang. Not that I meant yelling at you. My words were not for mamang. Really am...I just want this to be done one by one" Barraq said.

Barraq sat in a doldrums. There was a painstaking regret on his face.

Mang, go. Rest up. We'll talk again..."

"Well, young master." said Nurdin.

Without another ba-bi-bu, Nurdin left the room. He did not want to add to the anger of the young master whom he respected so much.

Meanwhile, Laila was circling the table. He reopened one by one the four drawers. Of course in an unusual way. Laila looked carefully at each drawer. Not just once, but many times he looked at it.

The face of Laila's passions implied anger. The hope that had once burst, now slowly began to disappear.

Hix...

Hix...

Hix....

Laila's crying. He sat on the sofa in the corner of the room by the big window. His wet eyes stared far away.

"Ah, fuck. Pake cried all over again ghost.." Inner Barraq as his tail found Laila crying.

"I have to how? My time is almost up. If my efforts fail, then I will turn into a vengeful ghost. I don't want to...!" said Laila who of course can be heard Barraq.

Hearing that, Barraq approached Laila. He sat down in front of Laila. His hand reached for Laila's cold fingers. Barraq breathed. Because he really didn't understand why he could do that stringist thing. Something he had not done in nearly four years.

"Sister...If I don't find it I'll be.." said Laila.

"Std...That's never gonna happen. Wh why? Because we'll soon find the flash. I'm sure it is. Don't cry let alone give up like this"

"Will you help me one more time?"

"Can anyone help you but me?" barraq said as he sat down with Laila on the sofa.

"Hihi.true too"

"If I'm a vengeful ghost, brother will help me to always remind me that I'm a good person..."

Barraq scrunched his forehead. Just expressed disbelief over her ability to pass Laila's request.

"Eitherway. I'm not sure. Especially when you become another ghost, are you still this beautiful?" Barraq.

"Sister.ih, tacky"

"Hows it? It's about to turn creepy, isn't it?" Barraq.

His arm played Laila's arm by nudging her repeatedly. Laila covered her face. He felt ashamed.

"You're ashamed." said Barraq in a derisive tone.

"Hook oh.." said Laila while nodding steadily.

"Then don't cover your face. I wonder what a ghost looks like if embarrassed. Hehe..."

"Like this, sister...?" laila.

His hands no longer cover his face. But that actually makes Barraq surprised not kepalang. How not, at that time Laila displayed her sinister face.

"Akhs...Jesus!!" barraq said in surprise.

Laila chuckled at Barraq's reaction. He chuckled incessantly while occasionally wiping Barraq's arm.

"What's so scary about being a vengeful ghost?"

"Eitherway. Maybe more sinister and vicious"

"Em, then I can't help you..."

"Sir.....!!!" shout Laila.

Laila stood up from her seat. His eyes stared at Barraq sharply. His aura really shuddered.

"OKs. Ok. I'll help you. That's if I don't forget..."

"Sister....!!"

The cold began to break the bones. So cold that it adds to the increasingly scary atmosphere.

"Sir, there's someone behind that wall..."

Hearing that remark, Barraq headed straight for the door. Suddenly he opened the big door. Barraq wondered who had become his eavesdropper. Then Barraq's face changed when he found out who the eavesdropper was. So too with the man who was standing.

"Sister...What are you doing in front of my room?" barraq said amid his shock.

"Just want to know what my sister is doing. Because I heard a noise. Like there's something you're looking for?"

"I.." said Barraq stopped because of the word Laila who teased his ear.

"Don't tell me what you're looking for, brother. I beg you.." said Laila.

"I'm looking for my bottle. You know what I would do if I didn't find that one?" callah Barraq.

"You're lying, Barraq. I know as well as your habits. Especially when you're upset or troubled. But... about what he is doing? And why was he in the pub?" inner Ethan.

"Sister.." said Barraq, who restored Ethan's consciousness.

"Ah, yes. If you still need that thing, you can take it from my room"

"When did you become a drinker?'

"Never been drunk. And that's every once in a while if you're tired of ambushing me. And drinks make me fall asleep quickly even though I don't drink them drunk. Be rested. I'm sure it's been found" Ethan said.

His hand patted Barraq on the shoulder to then pass leaving his only younger brother behind.

"The two-faced base...!!" laila's Ogat.

"Eh, why did you call my sister...?"

"Ah, no.." said Laila rikuh.