My Secret Life's

Chapter 118: Stalker the Stalker

Leaving behind a fire burning in one's soul, Asfa was sitting on the side of the road not far from Arham's residence without anyone accompanying her. The face that is still covered in masks makes people who see it stare strangely but there is no response from him other than silent silence staring at the quiet residential street.

"That" muttered a young man who had just walked out of the gate of his house.

Intentions want to hangout after making an appointment with other friends but outside the gate his eyes accidentally caught a figure who was becoming a fugitive gang.

Triiin....

The incoming message made the young man get off his mogenya and choose to cross to approach Asfa, but a van suddenly appeared and stopped in front of Asfa.

"Si@l! I'm less fast, I better go after it." lamented the young man and rushed on his bike after seeing the van take away the girl his gang was after.

"Queen, there's a stalker." reported Zain who saw the move behind him following his car since it came out of his perum.

"All right!" asfa ordered and opened his eyes.

"Okay Queen." answered Zain and focused on driving.

The van that drove casually until the fork turned into speeding without thinking about the safety of the people in it, the initially calm moge looked a little ogling when the van changed speed suddenly.

Wuuss. wuuss..

Like a race that is quite tense until a hand comes out of the passenger car window and throws something that makes young moge riders brake suddenly. While the van drove at a speed that crossed the line leaving the young man stroking his own chest.

"Oh **!!*, I was fooled." the young man grumbled after seeing what Asfa had thrown away.

Just a roll of paper and that paper is not a blank paper, really being a bod0h youth.

Triiin.. Triiin..

"Okay I'm going to headquarters! Wait another hour." replied the young man after picking up the phone from his best friend.

Without realizing himself if anyone was watching his every move, there was another stalker whose goal was the young man. The stalker still stayed at a safe distance and following every step of the young man, the young man continued his journey in the other direction towards his gang headquarters.

Like a debt paid in cash, his actions as in direct reply by the Almighty, from an impromptu stalker to a stalker target by someone else. Mogenya crossed a fairly crowded street with other vehicles, until it accidentally almost hit a beggar who suddenly appeared before him.

Ciii....

Almost, I better make sure the condition of the beggar first. ~ the inner youth by stroking his own chest after doing an impromptu braking that makes the beggar in front of his motorbike like a heart attack.

"I'm sorry, let me take you to the hospital" said the young man gently after descending and approaching the beggar.

"Don't kid, you'll get your clothes dirty. Just go home." reject the beggar by looking at the young man at a glance.

"The mbok? Wanna go home?" ask the young man with a repetition of the word and try to understand the meaning of the symbol.

"Yes, son, this is magrib. Excuse me son." say hello by doing the first step to leave where he stands.

Seeing the departure of the symbol makes the young man waver, his conscience obliges him to take responsibility even though the beggar is not injured even though only scratched. But at the headquarters there was already his best friend who must have been waiting for him, the dilemma between the two difficult choices.

[Guy's I have to see the situation of the symbol first just came to the headquarters, do a search first with the photos I sent. Okay.] - fill in the message of the young man who was immediately sent to his gang group along with three photos that will indeed be the discussion of his motorcycle gang.

Ten minutes later the young man saw that the beggar had entered an alley that penetrated into the field and, unaware of his surroundings, his steps remained steady with the intention of taking responsibility.

"That's the house, I better buy something back here" the young man muttered after seeing where the beggar lived.

"Hay Young Master Exo."

Greeb's...

"Sleep until your destination, kindly Young Master Exo."

The scout had been charged with greeting and giving suggestions after ambushing his target with high-dose dope, the beggar who had entered in a shabby house came out and gave his thumbs up to the lookout.

Leaving the kidnapping action with careful planning, in the mansion Abhi was actually an important meeting impromptu. The family meeting that made the three members of the Bagaskara family stared intently at a bespectacled man who had just entered Abhi's workroom.

"Explain everything!" abhi's orders with his highest sharp gaze.

"Leon you work for our family! Did you forget that?" cecar Bunda Aliya with a flat look.

"Before we lose patience, tell us what happened!" continued Mr. Mahendra seriously but still able to hold back his emotions.

"Everything is his decision and only he has the right to give an explanation, consider me a betrayal. But believe me all that comes from it will surely be pure gold, even though it is a pebble by the side of the road." Leon casually gave the answers of his three main bosses who gave a look of doubt and questions about him.

"That means you're going to stay silent? What if I fire you?!" threatening Abhi who felt he had to give a warning to his assistant.

"Please." challenged Leon but didn't mean it.

"Son! Free, your wife gives more courage in Leon. Papa think it's better you ask Asfa directly." said Mr. Mahendra with a sigh.

What a feeling more alert, if Leon alone who was originally only a simple assistant and could turn into a different figure like now in a matter of a month less then what will happen to his son. Mother Aliya's hand rubbed her husband's arm to get the strength and patience that must be maintained, Abhi closed his eyes while neutralizing the work in his brain.

"Master Abhi should rest! Tomorrow morning all reports about the company will return to your lap and remember two more days there will be a second meeting of foreign delegation guests." Leon said calmly and clearly.

"What's? (What?)" abhi exclaimed with a strange look despite remaining handsome.

"Rest. Excuse me." said Leon without caring for the speechless gaze of the Bagaskara family.

Abhi glared his eyes with one eyebrow raised, mister Mahendra repeatedly exhaled and Mother Aliya began to feel dizzy in her head.

"Let's let Mommy take you to your room." take Mother Aliya after giving the code so that her husband is calm.

"Thank you mother." Abhi replied with a smile even though her smile looked bland.

"Son, can you ask for something?" pinta Bunda Aliya looked at her son with a hopeful gaze.

"Mother should only give orders instead of asking questions like this, I'm your son. Then I'm yours mother." said Abhi by grabbing the hand of mother Aliya.

"Mother...."

Geck.. Geck.. Geck..

"Talk to you, let me go out." proposed Mr. Mahendra and got up from his seat to the door of the study.

Czech....

"Say what you want?" abhi asked gently looking at his mother.

"Learn to love your wife with all her flaws and advantages. Be a backrest where you share complaints and support Asfa as Asfa supports you. This is your request." explained Aliya with a hopeful look for her beloved son.

"Abhi can't promise, but Abhi will do your mother's orders as sincerely as possible. Ever since Asfa became my wife, it was from then on that I accepted it to be part of my breath." Abhi replied calmly and seriously.

"Mother will pray for your happiness, may there be no evil eyes that target your happiness" said Aliya's mother who impressed piercing.

Noah what happened to make Aliya's mother very sensistive feelings, making Abhi must withstand the emotions in her.

"Let's take Abhi to the room." said Abhi trying to shift the mind of Aliya's mother who must be traveling.

"Let's go." Aliya's mother replied.

While in the Asfa mansion, the dark room immediately became bright and rooms that were like a broken ship welcomed his arrival. With a slow step down the paper balls scattered in all directions. With one round of bathroom door knobs open, the fragrant aroma of lavender flower therapy burst into his nose.

"I won't force you to do my wish, but think about it again. All decisions are in your hands Varo." said the great master who immediately entered the ear of Alvaro who was drowning his body in the bath tub.