My Possessive Badboy's

Ghost House

Mizar smiled with satisfaction when he saw the feud between Maura and Sagara in the hand wash. The man did not need to think of a way to keep Maura away from Sagara.

The man had no idea how Maura could get to know Sagara. However, one thing he knows for sure, Sagara is a jerk who does not deserve to be with Maura. Especially if both are involved in a romantic relationship.

Indeed, Mizar is completely unwilling and will use every means to separate them. The man knew for sure how bad Sagara was and the man's treatment of the woman.

Mizar really won't let Maura be one of the victims.

Seeing their closeness alone, it has made Mizar was half-complete. He has even prepared a strategy with Sky and Arlan to deal with the worst possible relationship between Sagara and Maura.

However, after the debate at the hand washing place earlier, of course Mizar did not have to bother looking for a way to separate them. Now, there is only one way to melt Maura's heart to forgive her.

"Why are you smiling?" reprimand Sky when Mizar returns to their seats.

"There is an exciting spectacle" said the young man making his two friends frown.

While the two girls who joined them glanced with curious eyes.

"Udah kayak Andra, aja lo!" timpal Arlan was greeted tonyoran on the guy's head. Not from Mizar, but from Riandra.

"What does that mean?" ask the girl in a loud tone.

"No meaning. But really if you like to see the riots." Arlan added without feeling guilty to make the girl even more upset.

"Ck, a loud storm. Says anyone want some obrolin, Ndra? What's?" Sky separated the two friends.

"Oh, I just got word from Venus. He said there was a mistress for Mizar tonight. How about it, come down?"

"Who?" Sky asked faster than his two male friends. As chairman of Andromeda he wants to make sure his opponent is safe.

"Don't know yet. Venus is looking for the identity of that man. I think it's a new player."

Venus called Riandra is one of the motorcycle gangs of their acquaintances who often hold motor racing events. Her name alone took the figure of the goddess of beauty. But originally they are still a group of guys who are not much different from Andromeda.

"Where, down?" Arlan repeats Riandra's question when he sees Mizar losing focus.

"Huh?"

"Lo daggers? It was an offer from Venus. There is no real identity as to who will lo hadepin.

It could be like before. How about, take it?" Sky gave an explanation to the representative who looked hesitant.

Mizar seemed to think for a moment. Usually he does not hesitate to take a challenge from other motorcycle gangs who want to fight speed with him.

Especially if the opponent he faced did not have a definite identity. That guy is getting more and more challenged. The more mysterious the figure who invites the bet, the more Mizar is interested in facing the person.

That way, the opponent usually has a variety of tricks that he needs to conquer. Usually the more mysterious the figure, the higher the skill possessed.

However, it could also be just the opposite. Usually they are indeed newcomers who are curious about the ability of Mizar as many people talk about. That guy is the king of the streets. But today ...

"Gue didn't promise, but I'll do it. Can't you replace me if there's a chance I can't come?" Mizar asked Sky who was replied with a nod.

"Okay, I'll take care of my business quickly."

"A safe house, right?" Arlan's question made Mizar smile wryly.

"Gue's gonna check the condition of this loose house."

***

It is actually wrong to say that it is an uninhabited building. In fact, both of his parents lived in the building. It's just that they never showed their existence.

Or Mizar who never found their existence in this house? They will leave before the sun is born and go home when the moon is almost gone.

The guy took a long breath. He pushed the carved wooden door as if to say welcome. The nothingness. That is how Mizar feels at least.

Darkened. Not a single light was on. Surely the aunt forgot to turn on the lights again before returning home.

Yes, the family did have a housekeeper who did not live there. Every morning the middle-aged woman will come and go home before evening.

And, one of the habits is to forget to turn on the lights when you want to go home. Though it can be ascertained if the occupants of this house will go home when the day is far away at night.

As it is today. The house was dark when Mizar came.

The guy goes deeper inside. Look for light switches to illuminate the room. Before long, the originally dark building was like a haunted house - as Mizar always said - suddenly lit up.

It did not take long, the roar of the vehicle outside began to sound. Come hand in hand. That is why Mizar decided to go home earlier than usual which is always late at night.

Today, the two people who claimed to be his parents, asked him to come home early. To celebrate an annual celebration that should not be missed.

"Inget the house is also you," a man's cynical remark greeted a sharp female innuendo that sounded deep.

"You think I'm like you who just want a house as necessary? If today is not Anggara's birthday, will you also want to go home?"

"I go home every day, Hana! Don't think I'm like the one you're accusing!"

"Oh yes it is. You come home to this house every day. But what you think is always Anggara!"

Plaque!!

The woman's words were followed by a loud slap. Even until it was heard from the living room where Mizar was still standing waiting.

The guy rushed out of the room. How surprised he was when he found the mother was holding her red cheeks.

Mizar's heart was also slapped to see the woman who gave birth to him was wounded by a man without a heart like Galang Narendra. A man who claims to be his father but never acts like a father.

"What did you do to my Mama!" Mizar's tone was high. If only the mother had not gotten in the way, Mizar would have hit the man right now.

"So this is what you said educating children is better like you talked about?! Be rude to his own Papa!" Galang's voice boomed. Fulfill the terrace of the house where the three of them stood.

Just at the same time a man who was three years younger than Mizar walked slowly towards them. The man's face was down. Hiding a sad face that can never fool Mizar.

"Pa," called the man to make Galang turn his head. Not to vent his anger on Mizar or Hana.

"Hey, Papa's son. Already home?" The middle-aged man turned into someone else Mizar never knew.

"How come you've got your sister with Mama again? Don't Pa, Anggara doesn't want Papa to hate them!"

"Currently, the character starts acting!" muttered Mizar with a sharp tone. Intentionally amplify the sound so they hear.

While Hana's countenance looked even more disappointed. For the first time, she denied the husband's words and pulled Mizar away from the house.

"You're right, Zar. This house is a ghost house. Only demons deserve to live in this house!" Hana confirmed her sentence before leaving.

"Hana! Where are you going! Back!" the cry of Galang they did not care at all.

The two got into the car and left the courtyard.