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The woman who immediately turned off the call. Really upset it feels, completely different from Immanuel who always gives time and material for him. But there was never any love in his heart.

He glanced back. Adinda's half-brother was there tied to a chair. A middle-aged man, one father different mother with Adinda. It could be said that Raka's uncle was from her mother's side.

The woman who walked up to him smiled like an angel."So no brother lives in Singapore?" nadila asked, doubting Fujiko's identity.

"The father's side does not exist. I don't know a brother away from the deceased's mother Adinda." Answer stuttering.

"Nephew of his cousin-in-law, also no one named Fujiko?" Nadila repeated the question.

The middle-aged man nodded. He did not understand what happened to Adinda, his half-sister who married into a wealthy family. His body was trembling at this moment, his head was stained with blood, which flowed down his clothes. Coupled with some blisters. Maybe one of his legs has been broken, until the sitting position of one of his legs is not normal.

"I've said many times, from my father's side nothing. But I don't know from his mother's side." The man was downcast crying was useless, his body was completely limp after draining a lot of blood.

Nadila smiled taking a fruit knife."I want to see you die slowly. I want to see His creation die slowly, if He exists," he said, grabbing a fruit knife, slashing a pulse on the middle-aged man's wrist.

The man's lips turned white, his body grew limp from second to second. When the blood kept flowing. Dropping wet the floor.

"I'm not a person who understands God and religion. I also have many sins. But a person as cruel as you would be left by Him happy? Won't do..." The words from the mouth of the man with consciousness began to fade.

"What did you say? Not allowed to be happy? He never let me be happy, did he? That's why I'll never let Him be as happy as I am." Words full of smiles with tears flowing.

"Hey... Speak out! Are you dead?" Nadila asked again, patting the man's cheek with a knife.

The woman chuckled, glancing at the two people who were nearby."Wait for his breathing to stop. Then bury it in the middle of the woods near the villa."

"Yes!" said one of the burly men.

The woman who stepped out, got into her car. He should return to the main residence, take the attention of the Adinda? Maybe so, just until marriage to Raka.

In the car there is already a cake and vitamins for Pramana. The old man was the head of the family. Someone who should have been on his side. His face was expressionless, remaining focused staring towards the highway.

At last, the big gate opened. His car is parked in the garage. Immediately stepped into the three-story sturdy house.

"Grandfather!" His voice ran small, carrying cookies and vitamins.

"You from anywhere, don't get suspended for work, think about your content too." Pramana gave a rough breath.

"Yes! Grandpa! After this I made ginger tea, huh? The weather is pretty cold. Actually I also want to make it for Raka. But he's too busy." Nadila kept smiling, sighing time and time again.

"Just calm down, that stone heart will slowly also like you." Pramana said with a smile. The new old man came from controlling his company. Walking towards the second floor was guided by Nadila.

A woman who smiles cheerfully, as bright as the sun."By the way I just, did some charity. Letting someone out of suffering."

"Releasing people from suffering? You mean you're giving material assistance?" ask Pramana.

"That kind of thing, but it doesn't have to be exaggerated!" Nadila smiled awkwardly.

"You are too good. If someone else, a little charity will be touted. Raka's lucky to have a wife like you."

*

Tomorrow is coming soon. Today Nadila has prepared everything. Have your bags, shoes and clothes carefully. Some hair stylists are styling their hair. Slowly apply make up on her face. A beautiful white dress adorned her body.

Not the visible impression of open clothing. However, the clothes looked really polite. Diamond jewelry adorned his body. This is a big event, after all.

"Why are you here?" asked Nadila who was finished in makeup to see now Fujiko's turn is being polished.

"Humped up, grandpa said I should be like Nadila's sister. So I asked for permission for Raka's brother and grandfather to join the show as a showman." Innocent answer from Fujiko without sin.

"Well.you do have what talent?" nadila asked furiously, but her lips tried to smile.

"Sell face! We have legs, we can sing and dance!" The answer was from someone who was next to Fujiko. Also now in the middle.

Nadila's eyes were scrabbling. He is not alone, there are four women who beat him at once. Pissed off? Of course, the prospective sister-in-law who wants to rely on aji mumpung, because it has a famous sister-in-law selebgram.

"Do you have your own song? If you use a girl band song abroad or domestically, you can get royalty." asked Nadila still trying to smile kindly.

"Already! We even practiced a lot from the past. It's ingrained!" The strong words of Rosita, like the leader of her sisters.

Indeed, there are those who ever want to invite them to debut, when participating in a stage show. A kind of audition in the mall, but they do not like and are used to the entertainment world. The first championship title at that time was only to get additional tuition fees Fumiko and Dance.

"You're a celebrity, by the way?" tanya Dance.

"Yes, you must have seen me often on YouTube, Instagram, or Facebook. I'm also often on TV shows," said Nadila boasted.

"Why ugly and short?" fumiko chirps, making Nadila clench her hand trying to smile.

"On Instagram I've always been praised like a goddess." Nadila this time was really angry.

"really? But I suggest you have your nose operated. Too wide as a water guava, and another one to the size of your celebrity is too short. Even the body of the flight attendant on the plane is more perfect than yours. This is just my advice." Words are more piercing than the mouth of Dance.

He noticed a row of five mirrors before him. Which show their faces. Right, he's the ugliest one among them.

"I--" Nadila's sentence was cut off.

"My friends are just from the ceplas-ceplos just talk. No need to respond." Fujiko smiled, calming Nadila down.

The woman sighed many times, her hands clenched. Still trying to smile, Fujiko and her friends are beautiful, but that's not enough, if you don't have talent.

In his imagination, these four arrogant people would humiliate themselves on National TV broadcasts.

But what happened in reality?

A few minutes later, the stage lights suddenly went off. The show started with the opening show.

A spotlight flashed, revealing the girl sitting on the piano. Playing the keys with a tone like disappointment.

"What if you feel what I feel?" tanyakanya.

Suddenly the rhythm of the music a little faster, still impressed classical. Two more women took to the stage, stepping up while singing, followed by two different floodlights.

The songs began to be sung at a faster tempo. The sweet voice of three women in the sea. At the end of the day, classical music stopped. The lights point at the woman hovering over the swing using a safety rope of course. Singing songs at a moderate tempo.

Until he landed on stage. Tempo turns to fast, go to the ref section. Four beautiful girls dancing and singing at once. The costumes they wear give the impression of sweet but s*ksi.

The audience began to shout, not knowing the new group performing. Especially the men, hysteria and screaming sounded.