Real Inheritors

someone is following

Dafi returns to meet Aman to keep his promise. Although not much, Dafi gave more than half the wages he received. Dafi promised to return if he had any more money, and visited the graves of his parents before passing from there.

Under the hot sun, Dafi down the sidewalk while watching around is no exception when passing the bend mirror. From the reflection on the mirror, Dafi could see many things behind him. No exception the figure that felt followed from earlier.

How not, every time he looked towards the bend mirror, the figure was behind him. A man who most likely suffered from mental disorders with shabby clothes and a seedy face and dreadlocks. Had it been a coincidence, why did the figure look like he was throwing his face away and pretending to pick up something every time Dafi turned his back. 

“Do not actually he is not crazy,” Inner Dafi. “But why follow me?” put it in the heart.

Dafi continued his steps. While passing through an alley, Dafi deliberately turned to prove his conjecture. Sure enough, the man followed.

Dafi's steps slowed down, then turned around quickly and ran after the man who had been surprised to see Dafi suddenly running towards him. One hand Dafi managed to grab the man's hand which he then bent back very quickly, while the other hand pressed the man's nape and pushed him strong to hit the wall.

“Who are you, huh? Who told you to?” snapped at Dafi while pulling the man's hand tightly until his shoulder was pulled back.

The man did not answer Dafi's question. Only ruckus was heard in the ringing.

“I'm sure you're not crazy. Quickly tell me, who told you?” dafi growled while pressing on the man's nape and making it difficult for him to breathe.

But apparently it does not necessarily make the stalker easily ‘bervara’. One hand actually tried to reach the folding knife tucked behind his clothes.

The man's silence made Dafi feel annoyed. Dafi let go of her grip, turned the man's body, then.

One powerful fist extended Dafi onto the man's face.

“Sials. Apparently you chose to be hit, heh!” snarl. Dafi walked quickly to his opponent who had staggered. But when Dafi was about to raise his fist again, the fist was held in the air while the tip of the knife the man was holding was pointed at him.

“You were told to kill me?" todong Dafi's.

Again no words were spoken from the man's lips. Dafi began to think that the master of the man must have been the one who set him up first.

Dafi flinched and retreated as the man quickly moved the knife he was holding. Every time Dafi tried to advance, the knife was ready to block him. 

“Hei, You!” exclaimed Dafi while pointing behind the man. His cry earlier was nothing but a way to let the man off guard.

Sure enough, the man glanced to the side. It was then that Dafi quickly grabbed his knife-wielding hand and pulled it. 

Bugh. 

One more punch was extended to the man's face. But apparently the resistance still occurred because the man tried to point his knife to Dafi's face which then gave a punch at the base of his hand.

Dafi's punch was powerful enough to weaken the knife's grip on the man's hand. Dafi forcibly took out a knife and turned his back on his opponent.

“Say or you'll die silly in my hands. Who told you to follow me? Who?” snapped it.

The man was still silent, making Dafi think his opponent was speechless. “You mute?” ask her with the tip of her squinted eyes.

Honestly, Dafi started to falter when she asked that question. If it's true that man is mute, he doesn't get to the heart if he has to hurt someone who can't even scream for help. But unexpectedly suddenly .. bugh!

One hard blow on his neck made Dafi feel an excruciating pain. Holding his nape, Dafi tried to look back. But again the same harsh hit was received on his back.

Dafi felt her head hurt incredibly. His vision also began to blur, then .. brugh.

**

Elsewhere ….

The car that Monica was driving just left the twin tower project area of Biantara. Monica called her mother to tell her she was going to visit her grandfather at the villa.

“Monic isn't long, Ma. Just look back,” he said.

“Papa know you are there?” tanya Ajeng on the end of Monica's phone.

“Neg. Today is Opa's birthday. We'll visit dong, ma. Poor Opa, already sick, alone anyway.”

“Neither do you want to pay attention. You know ‘kan why papa ngelarang we visit Opa? Then my mother told Risa to go there. Sending birthday cakes with Opa's favorite food. So already turn around,” Ajeng's word.

“Nmobile. Anyway Monic wants to see opa, period. If mama ngaduin this to papa, it means mama does not love Monic.”

Monica ended the call. He was upset at his father's decision to forbid anyone in their family to meet Grandpa, Biantara. 

Monica understood the reason behind her father's decision. According to Renaldi, Biantara had chosen him by giving all the property to Mahesa, his late sister.

Not only that, at Mahesa's persuasion, Biantara cut off Renaldi's name from the family card just because he had opposed his decision. Like getting punishment from the Creator for his actions, Biantara had an accident that made the old man paralyzed and also shocked to be unable to talk like someone who could only wait for his death.

Meanwhile, Risa who was asked to bring cake and food to the house of Biantara just pulled over the car she was driving. The house inhabited by Biantara is a luxury villa in the peak area, Bogor-West Java.

Risa accidentally did not enter her car. He wanted to give a simple birthday surprise to Biantara.

Risa walked towards the gate where there was a security post. One hand carries the cake in a box, and the other hand carries the food.

“Mbak Risa, why did the car stop outside?” ask security who is familiar with Risa's face. 

“Sstt. I want to give a surprise to Grandpa, Sir,” said Risa while entering the security post to open the cake box.

“Pak, the challenger please take to the kitchen yes. I want to go to grandfather's room first,” said Risa while pairing some candles on the birthday cake that Ajeng bought for her in-laws. 

Risa does often come there to just visit, not only when ordered Ajeng, but also whenever there is an opportunity. Risa not even rarely miss college if she gets news Biantara is not eating. Lucky Risa can always persuade Biantara. Risa also did not hesitate to chatter about many things even though she knew Biantara did not ignore her.

Risa walked a few meters from the security post to arrive at the terrace of the villa. He settles into the villa and smiles broadly at the man sitting in the wheelchair alone on the back porch, without the usual nurse accompanying him.

“You've got it?”

Deg.

Risa's steps came to a halt near the exit. He was stunned to hear Biantara who had been known to be speechless turned out to be chatting on the phone with someone who knew who. Not wanting her arrival to interfere, Risa retreated slowly and chose to hide near the curtains. Although he did not intend to eavesdrop, the conversation was certainly heard by him.

“Run as planned. Take the boy to Singapore. Also order our people to prepare documents that he will later need.”

Risa stunned. He who intended to give a surprise to the old man, was first surprised by the truth that had been kept secret.

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