My Secret Life's
Chapter 232: PAPA'S TRUTH?!
"There's nothing in this chandelier, but wait a minute." The rioter saw a button behind where the chandelier was located, after pressing the button there was the sound of something shifting. "That sound is from the bathroom."
Chequek!
"WHAT'S?!"
Once the bathroom was opened, the glass that was usually a place of glass had shifted to the right side and revealed another door that made Abhi stunned. He walked into the bathroom with an unmoved look.
"Since when was there a door behind the glass? Does this mean.." Abhi thought all the possibilities, but in his heart was still burning doubt. "No! Papa's a good man, and I believe that. Than I guessed. I'd better check it out."
His hand went forward, retreating in worry. Hearts and minds go back to war, but this time it's about a child's trust in his father. There was a seed of doubt that began to infiltrate, slowly solidifying the intention with one unanimous decision. Abhi opened the secret door, then pushed it slowly.
At first there was only darkness until the door opened perfectly suddenly lights lit up along the hallway. A long passageway with a visibility of ten meters was in front of the man. Where now one step of his foot began to enter the yellow light hallway.
Taps!
Taps!
Taps!
The sound of footsteps sounded echoing, making the rhythm of heartbeats come into play drums. The more he entered the hall, the more unsettled the feeling in his heart became. There was a sudden fear of infiltrating, there was a shout from within the mind to stop all his actions. Until the hallway ends with another door at the end of the hallway.
Chequek!
The pungent scent of rancidness instantly made Abhi cover her nose with her hands. It was dark and engap immediately welcomed his arrival, "What is this place? Where's the light switch?"
"Hp sake alone, at least a flashlight can help me now." Abhi took her phone, then turned on the flashlight to light up the dark room in front of her.
It looked faint, but it was enough to observe the entire room. Every inch of it was explored until his eyes stalled on a white board with various scribbles and drawings. The flashlight is directed closer. A familiar photo is displayed with a red pen cross, then switch to the photo and each stroke.
Sudden tightness in the chest uncontrollable. Pain, disintegration, and disappointment meld into one. The gaze of those blue eyes turned into a wistful, angry, and slashed. "Papa? AARRGH!"
On the board it is not just about the routine of Mahendra who used to torture the wife. There was a tragedy of the grandfather's death that everyone thought was a parent's illness, it turned out to be a mere fabrication. There is a tragedy of power struggles within the ABF Company, and the most heartbreaking is the tragedy of the HighStar cafe.
"Black goat target Asfa. Aliya's offering, Aranda's second suspect. Second plan, the shooting of the Phoenix mafia heir and the blasting of the crime scene."
Gluey!
A piece of writing containing a brief incident at the HighStar cafe repeatedly read Abhi, but his lips could not stop memorizing the event that is now the biggest regret in his life. Until the memory in the brain repeats the events of a few months ago. Where the day ended without a beginning.
"The shooting? Queen."
"Detonation? HighStar Cafe."
"Suspecting? Grandma Ara."
"Black goat? Asfa."
"Victim? Mother."
Bruug!
Like a storm that comes uninvited. The truth presented, made Abhi's body collapse wrapped in heart destruction, the emptiness of his soul. People who are always trusted turn out to be the mastermind and the cause of life becomes meaningless. The tightness in the chest was no longer unbearable. Red eyes with teeth cracking, making it lost its direction.
"ASPHAAA....,"
The deg!
"Uhuk! Uhuk! Uhuk!"
A glass of water is offered, "Drink! Did someone take your food? Slowly eat it!"
