Love My Enemy's

Eipsode 6's

Bian was on his way home from Bogor to Jakarta when suddenly several cars overtaken him and blocked the road so he could not pass.

Tck, actually Bian had expected this to happen sooner or later. The old man must have been a beard fire because his cooperation proposal with the EHC was rejected outright.

"To the outside!" shouted some burly people while knocking on the windshield of his car impatient.

Bian sighed before deciding to go down. Haven't had time to close the door, someone had already attacked him from behind. His body was kicked to the ground into the asphalt.

"Suck!" furious Bian then rose to his feet and gave the man a counterattack.

One against five, no matter how strong Bian threw fists and kicks, still he would lose. Now Bian's body had been successfully locked and several times they dealt blows to the man's face and stomach.

"Enough."

Someone just came and gave them an intervention to stop hitting.

Cuih, it was very desirable for Bian to spit on that person.

"Why should you stop, Atma? Isn't this what you've been waiting for?" bian sarcas.

The middle-aged man in front of him gave a sharp look. The gaze that a dozen years ago was always able to make him silent and unable to rebel.

"For the last time I remind you, stay away from Fallen, Bian!"

Fallen?

Ah ... Bian remembered that name again. If not miscalculated, it has been almost 3 weeks Bian did not meet with the owner of the name.

"How is he doing? Did he go to a mental institution because he missed me too much?" tease Bian with a grin.

"Stephan!" the man growled furiously, he slapped a pretty loud slap. Hoping that the slap could make Bian aware of what he was doing. "Fallen is your sister. He's completely innocent, so don't involve him in our dirty game."

Bian chuckled, "Sister? I don't have a sister." said Bian firmly, the look in his eyes showing how much hate thrives in him. "You forgot? You're the one who made my sister die!"

Oh, shite!

The memories hunt him back. Rain, house, fire and two very precious women in his life.

Bian looked up, he closed his eyes to keep his tears from coming out. Bian didn't want to look weak in front of his bastard father.

"Fallen is your son, the son born of your mistress, so he's not my sister." Bian's voice raucous, full of pain and disappointment.

A slap back floated. Again, Bian felt the heat radiating down his cheeks, but the heat burning his heart was much more painful than what his cheeks felt.

"So what you say!" furious Atmaja, "You are my son and so is Fallen, so you are-"

For the second time Bian laughed, "I don't have a Dad, Atma. When you chose to leave us 10 years ago, I thought you were dead. Just look at Atma, if life can't be paid for with life, at least I'll drive your daughter crazy."

Atmaja's face looks hardened and it actually makes Bian's level of pleasure even more boastful. Yes, there was no happiness comparable to seeing the figure in front of him disintegrate.

"Don't you want to congratulate me on my success? EHC, they entrusted me with their big project."

Instant Holding Company, so this is the reason the company has rejected its cooperation outright? They prefer Bian's inexperienced little company over his big-name company?

Atmaja chose to leave without saying anything to Bian, even the man ignored his son's hand.

"I'll make sure you get back to where you came from, Dad!"

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Soaking in warm water with therapeutic aroma soap makes the body and mind of Lera relax. Lera leaned her head against the back of the bath tube, her brown irises staring at the roof of the bathroom. Lera is trying to get a silhouette of Kenan, for one week he has not met or seen the figure on campus.

"How's it going? Is he thinking of me as I do now? Hehe .. You're really ridiculous, Lera!"

Yeah, how could that guy think about it, right? It is possible that Kenan's feelings have worn off due to the vagueness of his feelings and response.

Funny indeed. They both know each other's feelings but are both silent, equally harboring. Not that Lera does not want to take a step, it's just that women's selfishness is more domineering. Lera wants Kenan to declare and ask her out.

The clinking sound of the phone made the picture of Kenan smiling figure disappear instantly. There was one incoming message from an unknown number.

'Open the door quickly!'

'Lera, until 5 minutes you don't open the door then look how I'm going to break it!'

All right, so this is not a stray sms or sms from a prankster. Lera immediately took her bathrobe before deciding to get out of the bathroom. He had to see which bastard had already disturbed his composure.

If the person behind the door is Emo, then his cousin must be ready to go to the hospital! Really, Lera doesn't lie!

However ...

As the door swung open, that was when Lera felt her heart shed to the stomach. The figure he saw was not Emo, but Bian.

"Le, thank God ..." he muttered before collapsing into Lera's arms.

"Bian, what happened to you?" Lera was of course rummaging in panic, she immediately carried the man's body towards the sofa.

The annoying man's appearance was very messy, the white shirt he wore had dried blood stains. One thing that makes Lera's stomach as if squeezed, is when researching her battered face.

"You're really giving me a headache!" he said before deciding to go look for something that could make the man better.

"What the hell did you do that battered? Teasing people's wives huh?"

Lera's voice echoed in a room, Bian only smiled at the girl's scolding and fussiness. At a moment like this he feels cared for, feels there is a figure who worries him.

Lera came back with a shirt draped over her shoulder and carrying a basin of warm water and a small towel, she placed the basin on the table.

Bian smirked as Lera began to open her stained shirt in a fit of anxiety, "Forgive Le, but slowly, pain." the man's tease coincided with the ringing on her face.

"Shut your filthy mouth, Bian!" lera replied as she threw the shirt towards the man in front of her. "That's Emo's shirt, you can wear it."

Oh, shite!

The reddened face was always successful to make Bian's feelings bulge with pleasure.

"Both my hands hurt, can you help me wear them?"

Lera clucked violently, but once he still helped Bian wear clothes. When he finished, Lera began to squeeze out the small towel that she had dipped in the basin and then began compressing the bruise on Bian's face.

"Aaaakh .. Slow down Le!"

"If you know this hurts, then why are you fighting huh?"

"I wouldn't fight if they didn't start."

Lera's movements stopped instantly, "They are who?" he asked curiously. When viewed from how the current condition of Bian, Lera is sure that the perpetrator is not only one or two people.

"Nobody, just a bastard I have to eliminate."

That only?

Ah ... Lera was disappointed that Bian had no intention of fusing her curiosity.

"Why did you come here? You should go to a clinic or a hospital!"

Bian smiled, "Pay there."

"Then do you think my house is a social parlour?" grumbling Lera while putting plaster on Bian's forehead.

Bian changed his position to sit down, his hand took Lera's hand just finished putting on the plaster, "Maybe not once I'm going home in this state. So, how much do you ask for 1 treatment?" he asked using his entire ego.

Turning his eyes thick, Lera clenched her hand that had previously been held by Bian. "500 thousand for 1 treatment," he challenged.

"Fine, but the bonus kiss once," he said, grinning, "Aaw!"

"Eat the kiss!" lera exclaimed after kicking and pinching Bian's bruised arm.

"Where are you going?" Bian asked when he saw the girl in front of him standing up.

"You're asleep! Tomorrow I have an appointment with the supervising lecturer!"

"Where am I sleeping?" Bian asked back.

"The bathroom is still empty." replied Lera with a laugh as she went to her room, before throwing herself on the bed, she turned off the room lights first. He could not sleep if the lights were still on.