My Unique Boyfriend's

Chapter 136 The weak and the foolish

Since being treated at home bu Yati Pak Karto's condition has improved, especially Rafli often bring Aryo and his wife and children to meet Pak Karto. Although he still rarely speaks, but Mr. Karto more shows his sane side, he has never rampaged since moving in place bu Yati.

Rafli tries to provide the best care for Mr. Karto, he hopes that Mr. Karto can recover fully and tell what really happened during the fire in the villa 15 years ago.

A week has passed since the wedding of Arthur and Mala, and all that time Jade still inhabited Arthur's body. Doctor Sheila almost gave up, he wondered why Arthur's other personalities had disappeared.

This afternoon Wulan's mother visited Arthur at the place where Doctor Sheila, the middle-aged woman came alone, almost every day he came to see the son.

Mama Wulan was sitting on a single sofa facing directly from Jade's seat, she was looking at her son's face fixedly, the handsome face looked thin, and thin, during this high altitude Jade did not put food into his body.

"Jade, eat. Mama brought you food." Mama Wulan said and helped translator of course. Jade simply shook her head, she was so stubborn, even though her face had paled making everyone feel worried.

"Please eat, Mala will be sad to see you like this." Mama Wulan started sobbing, she subconsciously mentioned Mala's name. Jade who was initially silent began to change the look on her face, her forehead now clenched, as she held her pulsating head.

"Argh." Jade groaned in pain, the next second she drooped on the sofa.

Doctor Sheila quickly checked Jade's condition. "He fainted." After checking Jade's vital signs. The two women waited anxiously, hoping that Arthur would wake up when the dimpled man opened his eyes.

Ten minutes passed, Jade began to blink her eyes, as her eyelids opened perfectly, she rolled her eyes lazily and looked at Doctor Sheila with a mischievous look.

Doctor Sheila let out a rough breath, that gaze was not unfamiliar to her, a perverted look that only someone, Petra, had.

"Away awake?" Ask Dr. Sheila Cuek.

Petra changed her sitting position, she moved her head to the left and to the right, she also did a stretching on her two hands. "Why am I here again?" He looked at Doctor Sheila.

"Do I have to answer!" Ketus Doctor Sheila.

"Why are you so tired of me Doc, what's my fault?"

Doctor Sheila did not answer Petra's question, she chose to leave the room leaving Petra and Mama Wulan. Now there are only them in the room, both of them look awkward, among the personality of Arthur only Petralah who is not too close to Mama Wulan.

"Why am I here again madam, has anything happened?" Petra's question broke the silence between the two

Mama Wulan looked at Petra, the loving gaze she used to give Arthur. "Mala and Arthur's marriage was annulled, after which Arthur disappeared, it's been a week since he returned." Mama Wulan replied as she was.

"cancel? What the hell's going on? I thought I was going to disappear because Arthur finally found a way to survive."

"Mala's biological father came during their wedding, he showed CCTV footage of the fire at the villa, Mala blamed Arthur, because in the footage it was clear that Arthur ignited the fire, Arthur also blames himself and ends up like this, he gives up on his body and his life." Obviously mama Wulan with teary eyes.

Seeing Mama Wulan crying, Petra felt a little sympathetic, she moved from her seat and moved to kneel before Mama Wulan. Petra grabbed the middle-aged woman's hand and patted her gently. "That weak, you fool." Mumbled slowly.

"What about Mala?"

"Miss you better go home and rest, I'll find Mala's whereabouts." Petra said, he felt sorry to see the tired face of the big madam.

"You're sure you're going to find Mala, but what if you suddenly pass out again?"

"You don't have to worry, I'll be fine."

*****

Elsewhere, in a large but empty house, the furniture is still complete but covered by dust that is so thick, in the yard of the house was filled with shrubs that might be a nest of malata animals.

Inside the empty mansion, Marsel sat unconscious on a weathered wooden chair, his hands tied back, his legs tied to the rope and joined the legs of the chair, while his mouth was covered in black duct tape.

Marsel began to wake up, he opened his eyes slowly, the wind that entered the house blew the dust to disturb Marsel's vision, he tried to rub his eyes, he tried to rub his eyes, he was, but he realized that his hands were tied.

Fine dust also began to disturb Marsel's nose, he began to sneeze and cough, then he re-awakened if his mouth was closed by something. Marsel growled, but before he was still in the night clup with his friends, but why when he realized he was bound in the old house and the day had changed by day.

Marsel looked around, in view of the furniture in the room, already made sure Marsel was in the living room of the empty house, he was then interested in a large photo attached to the wall of the room. The worn-out frame beautifully frames a portrait of a small family, a husband and wife and a daughter look very part in the photo.

Marsel averted his eyes when he heard the sound of footsteps approaching, he sharpened his hearing, the loud noise that occurred due to the impact of the shoes and the floor was heard getting closer, the man slightly stiffened, the man stiffened, he was prepared to face who he would meet later.

"Wake up?" Said a tall-looking young man with a dragon tattoo on his left arm. The young man then approached and opened the duct tape attached to Marsel's mouth.

Marsel looked at the young man who looked foreign to him, he was sure only this time he saw the young man. "Who are you?" Marsel asked, squinting his eyes.

"Who told you to." He was half screaming.

"Rabaland, hahaha. It must have been the old man who told you to, right?" Guess Marsel, he laughed bitterly because he returned to dealing with the Bagaskara family.

The young man was just silent, he pulled the chair not far from him, the young man then blew the dust attached to the chair until it hit the face of Marsel to cough again.

After feeling clean, the young man sat in front of Marsel, his hands folded in front of his chest, he looked at Marsel while smiling mockingly.

Not long ago, again heard footsteps of someone but this time the steps were not so heavy. The young man then moved out of his chair, he welcomed his special guest.

Marsel widened his eyes, he looked so surprised to see someone now standing behind the young man.

"You...

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