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54. War drums

"It looks like some kind of voice recorder. I'm sure this must be very important

remember, the employee was up to the bet

life to defend it. We'll open it and learn upon arrival at the Mansion."

"It seems like it's a new lead for us, Raffael."

"I think so too. Tell your men, their treatment is good, I believe they are victims

the greed of the Darriel family."

"That's almost certain, Raffael. They feel they have the courage to defend themselves now, when you can guarantee their safety."

"It's good, if it's proven that the four staff died because of Darriel, give them a decent living" he said.

"All right..."

"Hurry up a little Jordan!" Don't forget to put on your bulletproof vest" he ordered. The black Buggati car in an instant split the deserted road into the rutan where Handoko was being held. Behind the wall

with the old concrete, approximately five years Handoko languished.

Raffael and Jordan speed up his pace. After getting permission

of the officers in charge, without

patiently the two move towards the cell where Handoko is being held.

From a distance was seen a middle-aged man with a thin stature, hair

a little bit of a gray gondrong, and the face overgrown with irregular mining was standing pensively behind the prison cell.

His hand held the iron bars with a blank look. Handoko looks so apprehensive. Awareness suddenly recovered, when hearing the footsteps

approaching it.

Raffael stepped slowly, but with a loud bang on his shoes. The handsome man stopped

in front of the cell with both hands inserted into his pants pocket. Highlight his eyes were very sharp with a black jacket wrapped in his sturdy body, not reducing in the slightest

good looks.

"How are you, Handoko, I'm sure it's really bad here, or you like to stay here for a long time" Raffael revealed a smile.

Handoko retreated a little. Highlight his dim eyes suddenly sharpened watching closely who had come.

Raffael smiled sinisterly looking at his face. "Look at my face well, the next time you forget or pretend you don't remember it," his feet advanced one step closer making

Handoko's chest rumbled.

"Single son of Master, Bimantara? Did I not see wrong?" his hands rubbed his eyes to convince his vision.

"I think the lights here are still quite bright, Handoko!" raffael's hand pressed the light switch hard, on the wall not far from where he was standing. "Hows it? Is it clear now?" Raffael is furious. His memory goes back to the past when the man chose to keep his mouth shut, when questioned and chose to languish in the bui.

"Tu__tu__ young master, Raffael!" handoko's hands look shaky.

"Good! At least your memory is still very sharp, apparently!" Raffael shrugged his shoulders slightly.

"A__what did the young master come here?" Handoko was behind bars, but from some people who visited him, they told how the power of ANTARA GROUP

now that he's gone.

"Are you really not able to think a little, Handoko? What wind, I came to set my foot here, "Think carefully Handoko! Raffael clucked loudly. His face advanced a few centimeters, so that felt a warm sweep of his breathing that was starting to heat up.

"Remember, Handoko! Don't act stupid! It's not five years ago, "I think you're starting to remember something?" Raffael moved his index finger in front of the middle-aged man's face and instantly made him reverse his steps backwards.

It must be related to the company

Mr. Tirta wijaya that. Is the Son of Bimantara beginning to know something?

"Why, are you so surprised, Handoko?"

Raffael hissed sharply, revealing his hardened jaw with a highlight

his dark eyes.

"Darriel was caught and has been named as a suspect, even the case has begun to be tried, maybe soon will be a defendant," Raffael showed several photos on his mobile phone. Handoko suddenly turned pale, the man was lowering his body down with trembling hands and feet.

"I, admit, I'm guilty, Young Master."

"Everybody, you know you're guilty, even trying to cover something up, Handoko!" Sarcas shouted. Jordan which

standing not far from Raffael, rubbing his shoulders to calm down.

"Control yourself, Raffael."

"Young master, I'm honestly waiting for this to happen, "can the young master guarantee my safety, if I open my mouth?" But what about my son and wife, young master.

They were sealed by, Darriel," The middle-aged man with a fondling look.

Oh, so the Handoko family is under Darriel's control?

"You should talk like that, if you love your family, Handoko!

Is it with you in body, and then Darriel will treat your family well? You're wrong

great, Handoko!" gertak Raffael.

Handoko could only cry from behind bars. His mind was suddenly in chaos. While in prison, not once did they swerve, on the grounds that his family stationed Darriel abroad for his safety, after Handoko was sentenced to prison.

"I'm holding your ucpan! Just watch out for the twitching!" Raffael turned his body and

elapsed.

"Young man, wait!" call Handoko while she stands."

"I swear, young master. I'll open my mouth. Please forgive me, young master, please save my son and wife," Handoko prostrated from behind the iron curtain.

"Enough Handoko!" Don't make me sick again, but at least it's good that you have the awareness to uncover a rot. Please forgive the Lord," Raffael cynically went and was followed by Jordan behind him.

"I swear young master!" Raffael stopped and looked. "Pray that they may still be alive."

Handoko shed her body. Feeling guilty, for being involved in trapping Mr. Tirta wijaya, for signature, when he was sick in a hospital.

That's what got him out of the way with Darriel's rotten plan. Some projects are suspected fictitious and later became the forerunner of the collapse of the Tirta Wijaya Group.

On the way home Raffael and Jordan did not stop for him

eyes and made Jordan stop suddenly and turn around.

"There's someone trying to get in the way of our car, Raffael. Don't out! They're fishing for us! Control yourself!

"Bad! Who's after my death! The motorcyclist continued to spray tear gas and cause a puff of smoke aimed at blocking the speed

car, Raffael.

"I'm sure they're carrying firearms!

"Raffael, what are you going to do!"

Be careful!" shout Jordan. His hands controlled the black with great difficulty, as it puffed up smoke and allowed the car's lights to light up the front and back.

Highlight the very bright lights, it turns out to make the rider so difficult, leaving a deafening motorbike roar.

"Basic amateurs, the bike is very ugly," Raffael slightly opened his car glass and shot a shot to break the motorcycle tire and make the big motor run smoothly for a moment.

"Dorrrr.......

Not long after, a group of people with headgear, sprayed the same gas at the rider and subdued him. But previously it was seen how they tuned the firearm held by the rider and put it into his steel car.

"Bring to the dungeon, now!" jordan shouted loudly by opening the windshield of his car.

"Ready Boss!!"

"Who are they, Jordan!

Jordan laughed out loud.

"Young master have you forgotten those street thugs you've changed their lives with?!"

Raffael smile. "Good!" At least they're useful. Do you know anything, "it's a noble act that has been praised, Key for me my whole life.

"Miss is awesome! It is true that they are the unlucky ones. Because of circumstances and tend to do everything because of their limitations. But after they were directed and given a job that sustained his life, slowly his behavior changed, Raffael.

"You made some of them

your men?' guess Raffael.

"That's true for those who qualify. Look how they deftly tuned a weapon" Jordan said proudly.

"Hemm .. This time I have to come back to praise you. Hurry up a little we have to get to the Mansion.

Meanwhile at Mansion Key looked so anxious, a doctor came to check the health of Mr. Tirta Wijaya.

Since resigning from the business world, his heart health has been disrupted

and several times getting serious treatment.

"Darling, papa's fine. No need to worry. Because papa still wants to see your beautiful daughter get married," Mr. Tirta Wijaya smiled looking into Key's eyes.

Key nodded. "It has to stay that way, papa, "Papa has promised, and papa has to stay healthy," advises,Key.

His hand continued to hold the hand of Mr. Tirta Wijaya, while the great Lord Bimantara was seen several times reprimanding into the room.

"Has Raffael gone home, honey? "

"Not yet papa, easy-ease for a moment

any more. But already giving the news, if it was on the way home," suddenly his feelings were anxious.

"Key, keep the trust, Raffael. And be smart to maintain attitude. Rarely is anyone willing to do anything for the sake of the person he loves the most. And papa's beautiful daughter is very

lucky," he advised with a smile.

Key nodded obediently.

"Honey, the eldest son of Mr. Wiratama looking for you home, he looks very worried about you," said Mr. Tirta Wijaya.

"Andreas, you mean papa?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Key was silent for a moment. "Father, the three of us are college friends."

"Papa, you know, baby. Did he put his heart on you?"

"Papa? Why talk like that, Key just loves, Raffael.

"Hopefully papa's allegations are not true," continued Tirta Wijaya with

laughingly.

"Of course, papa was wrong." Even in his heart, Key, justifies his speech. For a moment he remembered Raffael's words. Andreas intends to propose to her

and leave a bad taste in him.

"The young man is very good, but Raffael perfectly loves you," His advice was wise.

After his parents rested and began to fall asleep, due to the influence of the medicine given by the doctor, Key, rushed out. The scale quickly searches for Jasson's whereabouts after seeing something on a news site that

suspicious.

"Miss?"

"Raffael hasn't come yet? Can you detect it?" his eyes look worried.

"There's Jordan with him. Miss don't have to worry," Jasson's memory returned

on the afternoon horror.

"How can I not worry, Jasson! lookit! Let's get Jasson to do something for Raffael! The woman shed tears with a slight push on Jason's body.

"Miss! Missis! calm down! The young master was fine and was now already around the Mansion. Come soon.

Miss need not worry.

I have to stop that news site, though,

God fucking. How dare he write a news story. Don't they know who's in that car?

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