My uncle my husband

Eays

That afternoon, a man with a burly body filled with muscle muscles filled his body. He rubbed the dagger-sharp gush in his hand, a friction between the dagger and the sharpening sounding sonorous filled the ear cavity.

"It turns out he's A, you're all stupid!" the man said it was a defiant tinge on his neck.

"Bring him to me today! make sure he can't get away!" said the man again threw the sharp dagger at the chest of one of his guards.

Everyone there shuddered in horror at the flowing blood and triggered an overwhelming sense of fear, several men in black dragged the corpse and saw blood splattered on the floor with a pungent fishy smell filling the nose.

"Why are you still silent? go now!" the man snapped back wearing a white shirt covering the large muscle muscles in his body. All his guards were submissive and obeyed the wishes of his master.

Fear, and doubt trigger their diminished loyalty, dying or living for them is the same even if they could choose they would rather die alone.

Amry was preparing to clean up the cemetery around him that afternoon, but he was put on alert when his CCTV cameras caught an abnormality in the area.

And when Rama also arrived at the funeral, the man then glared, he knew if Rama was still alive but he did not know whether he was Rama or not because of his circumstances that seemed threatened.

His instincts say to finish off Rama with a movement taught by Leonard and if where Rama is able to avoid it means he is really the Rama he knows.

He spoke the language of the region, but Rama was very unsuspecting and then he changed his expression and suddenly Ramapun's nature changed, but one thing that makes the awkward heart of Amry he saw Rama who like more importance to the woman next to him compared to his own life.

Attack after attack was launched by Amry and can be avoided by Rama as expected Amry, he finally relented and smiled briefly created on his lips, but could not see the effect of the crackling that covered it.

And some people arrived who explained about him.

Amry kind of hates being said to be a person with a mental disorder but that's his identity now, he continued to listen to every speech of Rama until finally he was able to draw conclusions if the one before him was really Rama and not the criminals.

After the departure of the residents and Rama completed his do'a heapun approached and gave a disc that he had been storing until finally the shootout occurred.

At first the assassin was very hesitant because he saw the situation that was not possible in addition to the previous villagers who just passed by, because he saw the situation was not possible, and they did not recognize the figure of Rama at all until they delayed their mission and chose to see the situation first.

But when they saw Amry take out a disc they then attack, because that small object is what their master really wanted, until the bloody incident happened.

Amri takes Rama and Alika to hide where he often sleeps and spends his usual day at the place, he takes Rama and Alika there for shelter.

"Hide away!" amry said giving way to Rama and Alika to enter a brick cottage which is where he spends his time.

"They are people from the Eays organization" Amry answered and randomized a carpet where he used to sleep on it, and there also Amry hid a secret object, namely his weapon weapon.

"Can I use a weapon?" amry asked Rama, who was half standing, watching his surroundings.

Rama nodded quickly grabbing a gun and filling the bullet quickly, Alila who noticed them then fell silent with a trembling hand, it cannot be denied that the trauma in his past is indeed very inherent in memory, Amry was somewhat confused to see the expression arising from the face of Alika who looked very frightened in contrast to the nature of Raisa and Elfie's mother who was very brave.

"Take this and use it to protect yourself!" rama handed the gun to Alika. Obviously Alika was very scared to touch the thing that could take his life with a trembling hand as if unable to reach it she forced fear in her heart to dare, she said, again Amry noticed Alika who looked very frightened and did not look like a woman he often knew, where he usually met the mighty women.

"Don't be afraid! I won't let you why napa!" rama smiled softly and forced his hand to give the weapon.

Alika nodded and with great difficulty she swallowed her saliva which seemed to be the fear on her tongue was gone. The noisy atmosphere with the sound of gunfire sounded very gripping, vibration and fear in Alika's chest was getting hot, Amry was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief when he saw Rama's extraordinary shooting ability, at least now Rama and Alika are not a burden for him and can be concluded if Rama is not an ordinary person. Although he is only the adopted son of the Attahaiya family but sees the potential in Rama he can deduce the true identity of Rama if in fact he is an unusual person.

Several roars of motorized vehicles were heard approaching, Rama's eyes nodded staring at the figure who was on the motorcycle.

"Sir Gunawan! hurry up!" exclaim Rama asked Mr. Gunawan to quickly hide.

With a strange style for the eyes of Amry Pak Gunawan nodded and approached Rama with continued vigil fear of bullets hitting him.

And sure enough a bullet hit Mr. Gunawan's left chest, blood spurted across the reddish ground.

It was very common on the battlefield as well as for Amry, the death of a friend for him had become commonplace.

But seeing the hysterical nature of Alika he can conclude that the man who just got shot was one of the people who are very important for them and also for him.

Not not not not knowing, Amry himself knew for sure who the man who had just been shot was, even they often had coffee together when young, but he did not want the sweet memories to make him paralyzed and sad.

Grudge was definitely embedded in his chest, yet he also had to think clearly making sure the whole thing he was going to do was not going to incur such a huge loss.

Until finally seen Rama's bodyguards arrive and they also win the war.

Seriate...