My Beloved Arana's

Chapter 91: Arana and Erlan?

"I'll replace it." Said Alva coldly while taking out her wallet.

The man shook his head and refused firmly. "No! I won't accept this ending with your money. I'll call the police, and let the matter end in the hands of the truth!"

Alva frowned. "There is no need to bring this matter into the path of the law. I've apologized and will be responsible for your loss."

The man ignored Alva and loudly spoke to the police. "Hello, police? Yes, I have a complaint here. When I was driving, suddenly the car in front of me hit the brakes suddenly and made my front car damaged by impact. I want to ask for justice for this matter!"

Alva closed her eyes and massaged her temple in silence. Shit, he hasn't even had a chance to change his pants.

...***...

Sitting on a bench in the police room, Alva looked down at the scenery in front of her. Ignoring the ramblings of the man who hit his car from behind, and in an occasional look at the clock in his hand. The clock has already pointed to the number 12, which means that it has been almost half a day that he was trapped in the police station and listened to the man's obscure rantings.

If the man was willing to accept Alva's responsibility, Alva would have been done since then, but the man with his nonsense said that he only wanted to receive justice and conduct a chat session with the police who foolishly responded to him with the same enthusiasm. Even more frustrating, none of her people could be contacted, not even Arana!

Brak!

Unable to bear it, Alva kicked the table and coldly said, "I'll call my lawyer right now if you still act arbitrarily like this. I have explained that I am ready to be responsible for the material and immaterial damage you experience. With your stubbornness, you have taken half a day of my time that can make millions of dollars. Are you ready to take responsibility for my wasted time?"

The man ignored Alva, glanced at his phone and with a bright smile immediately waved his hand. "Forget, forget! My girlfriend will be at the airport soon and I have to pick her up. Police officer, thank you for listening to my story!"

"See you soon!"

Immediately after, the man ran out without a single mention of the compensation that made Alva look dumbfoundedly at the door. The policeman who saw Alva's strangeness immediately greeted him, "Hello, sir? You're not going? Want to stay here longer?"

Alva turned his head, looked at the policeman in front of him for two seconds before calmly getting up and about to say a thank you greeting as the policeman immediately said, "Oh! Are you too shocked to accidentally spill your cargo? No problem, no problem. Someone could be scared and could be bedwetting."

God fucking.

With a gloomy face, Alva did not say a word and left the police station in a fit of rage.

All his life, he would never drink tea again!

Stepping into her car quickly, Alva slammed the car door hard, when she realized that something was sitting next to her. Alva's body was momentarily stiff, and when she turned her head, she found a grandmother sitting in the co-pilot's seat, looking at her with a smile and carrying a bag of fruits in her hand.

"Son, run the car immediately. We could be late for a friend's visit." The old woman's words left Alva dumbfounded.

"Grandmother ... Whose grandmother?" ask Alva.

The old woman frowned, and calmly said, "It's rude! Pretending not to recognize your own grandmother, do you want to be an unfilial grandchild? What if Grandma curses you into a frog?"

Alva was about to make a sound as she sighed and rubbed her face violently. He calmed his emotions and said in a flat and slow voice to the grandmother. "Sorry, grandma. I am not a granddaughter of Grandma. Grandma's wrong, is it possible that grandma is lost? If so, I can take grandma to where grandma lives."

The woman narrowed her eyes, looked at Alva and was quickly startled. "Oh! You're not my grandson!"

"Who are you?!" that granny.

Alva really can't do anything. He wanted to jump out and roll on the street to voice his annoyance. He patiently faced his grandmother. No matter how bad Alva is, he must not commit physical violence to a woman, as Arletta taught him. So, he carefully explained.

"Grandmother, grandma seems lost. It's okay, there's a police station up front, grandma wants me to help report a lost grandmother?" ask Alva.

The woman shook her head firmly. "Take me home! Take me home!"

"Well, well," Alva breaks up, "Where's grandma's house? Let me drive grandma."

The woman pointed ahead. "Follow me, straight ahead!"

Sighing, Alva patiently followed the grandmother's direction, driving straight ahead to find the intersection. "Grandma, where else should I go?"

The grandmother turned her hand to the right, "Turn there."

Then for two hours, Alva distressedly followed the grandmother's direction, and finally stopped at a place. Alva looked at him in surprise, and he could not help but hold on to his inner self.

"Isn't this the way at the police station?!"

Drawn in such a way, Alva could not do much and followed where the woman was taking her. There was a building in front of him, which was right in front of the police station where he was. The manic looked ahead and found that the building was a nursing home building called Rumah Muda. Looking at him for two seconds, he was excitedly dragged by the old woman in and met a group of parents who were gathering at a hall.

"Guys, I brought someone back!" greet the grandmother.

"Huh?" Alva was stunned for the umpteenth time hearing the grandmother's call to her peers. Guys?

In an instant, Alva was immediately surrounded by a group of elderly people who smelled the distinctive oil of massage. Alva looked at them with fatigue.

"Who is this handsome guy?'

"Oh, is he your grandson, Bie?"

"The display, just like Marco was when he was young."

"Hehe, he's just like me. But I'm better looking when I'm young."

Hearing the voices around the Alva made Alva confused, and did not know what to do. In fact, there were no guards or nursing home caretakers in sight that he could ask for help. Alva should try to calm them down. "Sorry, grandpa, grandma. Please sit down and don't exhaust yourself from standing up. Let's sit down, I'll call someone to help."

"ah! No need to sit."

"Our bones are so strong that a cow can fall with a single blow of Biela."

Biela is the grandmother who took Alva to the nursing home. The woman was currently sitting on my seat, sipping on the fragrant tea and nodding, agreeing with her friend's words. "really. So I'm gonna beat up anyone who dares to bother my sweet grandkids."

"Owh! How sweet."

Alva looked at them, and until almost half a seven night period, she had just been released by the group of old men. The charming suit he wore disappeared, replaced by the royal prince-style clothes. Out of nowhere the grannies got such a suit, the point is, when they caught it, Alva didn't even realize since when her clothes had changed to this suit.

Alva looked at her reflection in the mirror. A white royal suit makes him look like a prince. His handsome face had a trace of coldness when he felt irritated and tired. He sighed, calmed his emotions and drove off his car, wanting to get to the apartment to complain to Arana and cry in her arms.

Dor's!

Ckit it!

When Alva raised his face, the pair of eyes displayed a thick murderous gaze. His face was cold and there was no warmth. Alva was really angry and her anger was inflamed in her heart. He violently opened the car door, and looked coldly at the leaking right car tire. He opened the door when it could not open. Damn, lockup.

"Damn!" upset ass.

"I don't think I could be more unlucky." He murmured in a soft and cold voice.

He was about to contact his personal mechanic when a voice rose into his hearing. "Eh, there's a handsome guy alone here~"

The haunting tone at the end with that voice made Alva's backbone shudder in horror. With a disheveled motion, he turned around, blankly looking at the few men wearing women's clothes and the various types of fake hair. Alva's lips were gaping, and her heart seemed to stop working as one of them took a step closer to her in a timid gesture and a face made adorable.

"Oh, would you like to accompany us?" asked the transvestite with a seductive smile.

Even before her brain reacted, Alva first turned around, stepping her feet to run at high speed which even surpassed the record of a runner with a gold medal. His face showed a great sense of shock, and the passing shadows made cold sweat run down his forehead and back.

Alva had no idea how far he ran and how long he ran. The thing he knew was that when he stopped running, he felt that his breath was on his nose, and his lungs were pressed against a hard rock, making him gasp violently.

"Well! Huh!"

Never mind the car, Alva will even ignore his own apartment if in front of his apartment there is someone like that trying to approach him!

Housed himself by the side of the road, under the lamp post, Alva took a deep breath and tried to calm her heart rate. He wiped the sweat off his forehead when he heard the notification from his phone. There was a message from Calvian when he saw the lockscreen, and there was a photo attachment there. When the Alva opened it, the Alva's beating heart seemed to be grasped and forced to stop for a moment. Her manic was widened, and her face was strange to describe.

Inside, there's a message from Calvian. [Boss, I don't know what to write. The point is, they're in a park near your current location.]

Then there is a photo below. Arana's photo, feeding Erlan with a smile that looks happy.

Instantly, a crack appeared on his phone.