Rachania

RaKhania ~ 070

Three days after Richie's death, many news-seekers finally sniffed about Rich's drug abuse. Several reporters came to Rakha's office and home to ask for confirmation from the family.

Rakha company shares also began to be affected. Although it was only three days, but it felt like people did not appreciate the loss felt by the Rakha family.

News of Rich's death was aired on several private television stations. Until a girl imprisoned in a remote place hears and sees the news.

The girl cried hysterically after seeing the news of Rich's death. His heart was so claustrophobic as if Rich was a part of him.

The girl who is none other than Disha managed to escape from Alan's villa by carrying a cellphone owned by Alan's men. Whether the person was deliberately helping Disha or not, but his phone did not have a special code to open it, making it easier for Disha to contact someone.

"Hello, Dika..."

"..........."

"Please pick me up, Dika, hiks.."

"............."

"I'll send you the address."

After turning off the phone, Disha cried again. His body collapsed sitting on the edge of that lonely road.

His hand was beating his chest. The memory of Richie's death returned to his mind. Disha cried so much with great sadness.

"Rich..hu.hu.hu..hu.." his lips quivered as he called Rich. Her tears kept flowing and seemed to stop.

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In a different place, Prince casually sipped his cigarette and then exhaled his smoke in the room. Prince only pay attention to the behavior of people in front of him who still hold a mobile phone in his ear.

"What's wrong?" ask Prince casually.

"Can you not smoke? This is the room with AC, Prince." The middle-aged man who was Alan.

"Hmm, okay." Prince put out his cigarette. "Say what's up? Your face looks pale."

"My daughter got away."

"Hahah, didn't I tell you you should just take him out."

"Don't be crazy, Prince. She is my daughter. And you! Why did you eliminate Rich? I told you there are no more victims here. I just want to destroy the family, not eliminate them." Alan murmured.

"For me to destroy or obliterate is the same. His name is still revenge. After all this is not my wish." replied the Prince casually.

"What's? Not your wishes?"

"really. It was your daughter who wanted the man dead."

"My daughter? You mean Niya?"

"How many princesses do you have, huh? Aah, your foster daughter is now on the run."

"Why does Niya want to eliminate Rich? Didn't they already live as sister for decades?"

"You know, Uncle." Prince approached Alan and patted his shoulder.

"Fruit cannot fall too far from the tree. So did he. He is very similar to Uncle. His ambition and selfish attitude. Just like Uncle."

After saying what needed to be said, Prince withdrew from Alan's study.

"Oh yes, Uncle. About the girl who ran away, Uncle don't worry. I'll take care of it." said Prince.

"No! Let him go, Prince."

Prince only replied with a grinning smile.

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That night, Khay came to Rich's studio, which had police lines all around. Khay crossed the line and entered the studio, which was not locked.

Khay looked at the whole room. Still clearly illustrated with laughter and excitement Rich when telling about his painting hobby.

The smile on Rich's face that day, was the last smile given to Khay. How claustrophobic his chest when remembering the moment of togetherness with Rich which was only a moment.

Khay's body fell down and cried sobbing.

"Aarr!!!!" Khay shouted while beating his chest.

His tears kept falling unstoppable again. The deep sadness is now being felt by Khay. Losing someone turned out to be this sick.

Khay walked inside the house. The big house was getting quieter because it was abandoned by one of its residents.

Khay walked to his room before he stopped because he met someone. Khay looked at that person who was also staring at him.

Khay's face was still clearly visible in the person's eyes. Puddles of tears filled Khay's round eyes. His lips shook with the cry.

"Khaniah..."

The man greeted Khay by his brother's name. The man came closer and saw clearly the look of sadness in Khay's eyes.

"Khaniah..."

Without realizing the eyes of the person also began to be inundated clear circles that accumulate. His outstretched hand wanted to grab Khay's face and wipe away her tears that were starting to flow.

Memories of the past began to emerge when he saw the exact same face of Khay with his loved ones.

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"I'm sorry, Dai... I can't accept your love..."

"Why Khania?"

"I don't deserve you, Dai. I'm a dirty woman. You're a good man."

"Don't say it, Khania! I don't care..."

"No, Dai... You have to live happily with a good woman, not with me..."

"Don't, Khania!"

The tears of the two people who were uncovering each other began to batter their conversation.

"I'm sorry, Dai... I'm sorry..."

"Khanimoooooo!!!!"

The sound of screaming was ignored by Khania and continued to walk away leaving Ken.

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Ken's hand almost touched Khay's tear-filled face. All those memories are back. Memories of Khania again flashed through Ken's mind.

And when Ken's hand was very close to Khay's face ...

"Khaniah!"

A familiar voice caused Ken to immediately lower his hand and turn around leaving Khay.

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#connects...

*eventah emang basically mamak mewekan or indeed this part really drain the heart, but fitting make this part heart follow sad and follow mewek 😭😭😭

Don't forget to leave a trace yes beloved 😘😘