One Bed With Ex

Let go of love

"Who did you call just now? Answer!" frans snapped at the pained Rianti.

"Sorry, Frans, ta-tadi...,"

"The answer is true or you'll know the consequences if you lie!" he denied while continuing to pull strong hair Rianti who cried in pain.

"I called Mr. Satria," answered Rianti honestly with a compulsion because he was afraid Frans was determined.

After being satisfied with the answer and knowing that Arla had escaped, Frans pushed Rianti's body until the woman fell.

"Unfortunately, it turns out that you saved Arla by sending those martial arts experts, just watch out for you Satria! I'll get you back later!" frans said with clenched hands.

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In a car parked away from Frans' house. Arla, Satria and Andi are waiting for the karate member fight with the bodyguard to subside. They should have used that time. However, Satria and Andi again weigh fear Frans is arranging his evil plan after knowing Arla is with them.

"How is this?" ask Andi.

"We'll wait a minute, I'll call the police, and you arrange for all the karate members to leave the scene immediately!" satria's orders.

"Well, Satria!" replied Andi who immediately did the order of her former superior.

They work with the police to immediately arrest Frans who has committed a crime. The police came and stood guard at the hideout. Satria tries to call Frans so he can get out of the house.

"Don't hide Frans, leave Rianti to us, otherwise you'll know the consequences!" satria said in a phone call.

"Hahahaha..., what kind of threat is that? I'm not even scared at all!" frans' reply upset Satria.

Arla intervenes, she takes her husband's handphoen, then makes a sound. "Listen Frans, if anything happens to my best friend, I won't forgive you, so let Rianti go right now!" snapped Arla.

"Oh, it turns out this is my favorite voice, why is it that I keep holding your friend? Are you jealous? Do you just want you to be the one I made as....,"

Hearing Frans's words that stopped Arla understood that Rianti suffered so much as a slave to the cruel people. Arla's tears fell.

"If you're human, you must have the heart of Frans, your mother a woman, what if what you're doing is happening to your mother or sister?" the speech made Frans a little sad. His head shrieked when he heard the word mother.

Frans hung up the phone with his limp body. He remembered once with the incident some time ago that had to happen to his mother. Yes, Arletta died in an accident. His last message was to want Frans to marry someone he loves.

Therefore, Frans was determined to marry Arla. Making her eyes blind did not accept that Arla belonged to someone else.

His sobs were heard filling the room realizing Arla's words just now. Her heart was sliced as she recalled the departure of her beloved mother. Although they were less close, Frans loved his mother.

"Forgive Frans Mamih, maybe Frans could not fulfill Mamih's last wish to marry someone Frans loves, he will never accept Frans' love, he already belongs to someone else," he said with his knees resting on the floor.

Still in the car, Arla and Satria are confused because the phone just disconnected. Police have given a code to immediately arrest Frans inside with his members.

Frans was walking limply out of his place of silence. He was not aware of some police who were now moving to point p*stol at him.

Frans was shocked, he felt stupid, then returned to hold Rianti while holding a sharp weapon on the girl's neck. "In that case, I will do something to this woman, don't you dare approach me, or she will be wiped out!" threat French.

"Arla, help me.., hiks.hiks..," said Rianti frightened Arla who had stood with Satria and Andi in front of their car.

"If you want your friend to be safe, instead, you should come with me Arla!" said Frans.

Looking at Rianti's face that was so pale and also willing to ask for help made Arla's sympathy soul moved. He took one step forward, but Satria immediately caught his hand.

"Don't do that, it's just Frans' trickery!" said Satria.

Arla turned to her husband. He knows what he has to do. "I'll be fine Satria, believe me," Arla said.

"Arla, for what Frans obeys, there's a cop here to deal with, don't go!" stop Satria again.

"Hiswa Rianti is in danger Satria, he has sacrificed a lot for me!" Arla runs over to Frans who immediately releases Rianti.

With annoyance Satria vented her emotions screaming. Arla enters Frans' car. I don't know where Frans's taking her.

The difficult law enforcement police act to make Satria disappointed. They followed the car Frans was driving.

"Arla, relax, this time I won't do anything strange anymore" Frans said in the middle of driving his vehicle.

Arla turned her head while thinking hard about Frans' words just now. "What are you gonna do?" ask Arla.

"I'll take you somewhere, there you'll understand why all this time I've been chasing you blind-eyed and hearted no matter you belong to someone else." Frans said without seeing Arla.

Hearing that remark made Arla even more curious and also sure that Frans would not be bad anymore.

A few minutes later the car arrived at a public funeral. Looking at the scene before his eyes Arla's forehead shriveled even more.

"What does this mean? Why did you bring me here?" ask Arla. He looked back. It seems Satria also the police members are ready to stand guard there.

Now the beautiful woman does not have to worry anymore if Frans did something strange to her.

"Follow me!" tell Frans to Arla who complies.

He just kept walking side by side with Arla while firmly grasping the hand of her heart.

Her steps stopped at a tombstone bearing her mother's name. "Look, whose grave is it?" ask Frans again. Arla glanced at him immediately. He was shocked when he read the name of the tomb.

"Auntie Arletta? Is he dead?" asked Arla and covered her mouth with both hands in disbelief.

"Yes, before he died, he told me to marry the one I love. That's why all this time I've been chasing you, I want to give you happiness Arla, because I love you so much" Frans said. His vision changed to his mother's grave.

"But I misinterpreted the word love. Love is not supposed to have, and love is not supposed to be happy with the person who does not love us. Not love namamya if you have to clap one hand, I should be able to let you go with the person you love." Connect Frans.