Last Letter to You

Episode 19's

Your biased word strikes me in the form of his overwhelming worry. I can't afford it.

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The living room is European with three large photo frames, perfectly attached to the wall and two lion statues standing upright in the corner of the room. The other one is near the stairs to the top floor.

Right on the left side of the wall, there was a picture of a middle-aged woman smiling sweetly while holding a red rose in her hand. The woman was the late wife Mr. Brown - Amelia Roselie Brown.

On the right side, there was a photo of a handsome man, wearing a black suit who was also smiling so that his face looked even more handsome. The muscles in his body were clearly imprinted. His charisma is inevitable. Just like Mr. Brownian. Nathan Moreno Brown is the man in the picture.

And on the middle wall, precisely behind the sofa, a photo of David Brown or better known as Mr. Brown and his wife Amelia look very happy while holding the shoulder of his only child, Nathan. The Brown company.

The middle-aged man who is still faithful looks at pictures of his family while sipping black coffee on the single sofa, distracted by the sound of his cell phone ringing. He placed his coffee glass on the glass table, then grabbed the flat object and pressed the green button, sticking it to his right ear.

"Good night, Mr. Albert," said Mr. Brown first.

Inwardly, he wondered why one of his business associates called him near midnight. Wasn't the project they were running already finished a few weeks ago?

"Good night, Mr. Brown. I don't want to talk anymore. I'd like to file a protest against you" said a heavy voice across the street. His tone was very serious.

Brown's body vertical. His forehead folded, astonished, "Did a problem happen to our project?" guess it.

"Outside of our cooperation. I want to remind you, in order to teach one of the servants in your club, how to appreciate the form of attention from regular customers. I felt humiliated because I had been vilified by him," Albert said with stifled emotions. There, he grinned. Can imagine what would a woman***** it got from the incident the other day, when Brown found out.

Brown was getting confused as to where Albert was going. He didn't understand at all, "Who do you mean?"

"The waiter who delivered the drink to my desk yesterday at your command."

"Kinan?" kinan's name came out of Brown's lips, "Is he the one?"

"Yes. Looks like she. Ask him what he told me. Have him come before me and apologize on my feet or I will revoke our cooperation contract, Mr. Brownian. You don't want your club to go out of business, do you?" threatening Albert.

Brown's face was pale. His jaw was hardened, his free hand firmly clenched, "Well Mr. Albert. I will rebuke him and tell him to meet you to apologize. Once again, I as the boss, apologize profusely for your inconvenience. I'll make sure it doesn't happen again."

There's no answer. Only the sound of a disconnected phone line Brown heard afterwards.

He threw his phone on the couch. Kinan really didn't know the lucky one. He should teach a little lesson.

"NOW!" brown's screams echoed through the house to the top floor.

Following the sound of rushing feet down the stairs, approaching the source of the voice, "Yes, sir, what's wrong? Why are you yelling?" ask Kinan when he gets in front of Brown.

Plaque!

One slap landed beautifully on her tapered cheek leaving a red trail mixed with pain there.

"Basic doesn't know himself!" maki Brown with a tightened face, "What have you told my business partner, Kinan?!"

Kinan threw a question look. He really didn't know the direction Brown was talking, "I don't understand what you mean, sir."

Choosing not to answer again, Brown called Albert. On the third dial, Albert raised it.

"Yes, Mr. Brown?"

"Remember this woman about you" Brown said flatly and gave Kinan his cell phone.

With a feeling of misgivings, Kinan stuck it on his right ear, "Hello?" that was the only word he could speak. The rest, Kinan bit the bottom of his lips, nervous.

"I can finally talk to you again, beautiful," Albert said, "Do you remember me?" albert's tone of voice sounded seductive. Kinan pegged in place. His hands are falling, falling. Her beautiful eyes glanced at the flat object then turned to look at Brown who was currently preparing to pull out a horn.

Forcibly retrieved his property, Brown again took over the conversation, "Sorry to bother you, Mr. Albert. Good night."

"Do you remember, Kinan?" Brown stepped up, approaching Kinan. His gaze seemed to skin Kinan alive.

Automatic Recoil. The water on his face was pale, "Sorry, sir. I didn't know that man was your business partner."

One pull, Kinan's hair was already in Brown's grasp, pulling him until Kinan was right in front of him. Their distance is very close. Kinan grimaced in pain. Both of his eyes until his pulse was closed in part of his head.

"I've reminded you not to make trouble for my customers, including all my business associates!" brown said sharply, "ARE YOU DEAF, KINAN?!" brown shouted in his last sentence.

"I'm sorry, Sir. I really don't know. I was wrong, Sir. Please let go of your hand, sir. My head hurts a lot," weld Kinan with palms united with the palms of the others, begging for mercy.

Not loosening, the pull is getting stronger. Brown would never feel sorry for Kinan's suffering that he had for him. Kinan knew, Brown had a hard, coercive and indisputable nature. But it always makes him angry. Brown is obviously torturing her. Indiscriminate even though his opponent was a woman.

Kinan's hair was so strong that Kinan's tiny body staggered backwards. The fog of emotion still enveloped Brown. Scattered teeth greeted between the small ringing that came out of Kinan's lips. In fact, the sound is beginning to sound. Kinan cried.

Brown laughed sarcastically. The gripping of Kinan's jaw without feeling, "You cry blood in front of me, I will never pity you! learn from the previous events, Kinan! You shouldn't have to provoke my anger anymore! You know if I get angry, I could finish this second too! Be careful in your actions!"

"YOU UNDERSTAND?!"

Kinan's cry grew louder. His lips were shaking violently. Brown's grip was painful and the head was still throbbing, aching.

"Me-understand Tu-lord. Sa-I'm sorry," Kinan replied disjointedly. Clear liquid dripped nonstop from her two beautiful eyes.

Once again, Brown wanted to jerk his grip on Kinan's jaw, but another thunderous voice, halting the action.

"PAPA! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO, KINAN?!