REVENGE IS UNCOVERED

Part 6's

"Boss...". Frans said, meeting V in his study. Frans pulled a suitcase in his hand.

"Why, new now? But, it's okay to be late. How many days, you're on leave". Ask V, smile smrik. Ck, your movement is very slow Frans. Just because of one woman, it's slow like a snail.

"One month, I've traveled a long way". Frans replied, by a promise he had to leave. He, had already decided to meet the woman and thought carefully.

"All right, I'll set it later. Hopefully, getting answers doesn't disappoint you". V, pat Frans' shoulder. My one hope is that you get a disappointing reality. Then, regret for ignoring Melda. Haha.... Fuck you, Frans.

The two of them, went down the child and met the other in the living room. With a heavy heart, Frans continued to strive to fulfill his wishes. Let's just say, proving the reality that has been tied up with promises. However, the promise does not know the exact direction.

Melda, holding her niece.

His eyes were fixed on Frans, he wondered why he was carrying a suitcase. Where are you going, her? What, he wants to avoid me. No way, definitely a job problem. Inner Melda, stare at her smile.

"eeeeee..Where are you going, Frans? Bring suitcase all, there's work abroad". Ask Sarah, straight away.

"No, Frans asked for a leave of absence. He, he wants a vacation". Answer V, the others were astonished by Frans. "Frans, go. Don't be late,". Order V, directly under Frans.

Frans, a camel to Irfan and Sarah. And so is Jacqueline. Lastly, to Melda. He, passed away leaving the mansion door. There's a sad look on her face, Melda. I don't know, he doesn't feel like he's willing to leave Frans.

"Darling, do you know? Frans, go where". Ask Jacqueline. Aiiss.....Kasian Melda, full of struggle to get the heart of Frans. It's as hard as a rock, not like a V.

"No, youknow. Him, where are you going? At best take a walk, go abroad". Answer V, smile. Don't go, they know. Later, it becomes troublesome and a big problem.

"In habit, he always kept it a secret where he went? And we, worrying about the situation". Sarah, shakes her head.

"Here you go, Frans can take care of himself. We, don't have to worry about the situation". Irfan, embrace his wife's waist. Big body, why worry about the situation. Hopefully, the problem will settle quickly. Sure, he's meeting the woman. Until when, he's holding on to promises. Irfan, also found out about the woman.

Melda, just be quiet and daydreaming. Jacqueline, look at Melda from earlier.

"Melda, Frans's departure was only a short while. Don't worry about him, what else is thinking about him". Jacqueline's nagging, teasing her best friend.

Melda, rolling her eyeballs lazily. "I go first, there's a deal with Shasa". Pamit Melda, smiled and left the living room.

"Ciyeeehh.... Jeno's aunt, melow again. Because in abode the heart". Syndir Sarah, slim in the arms of Jacqueline.

She feared Melda, but took heart with Sarah's words.

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Frans, we've reached the railway terminal. The ticket was already in his hands, he let out a long sigh. Then, get on the train and sit in a chair.

Tuutts.....Tuuut...Tuout..

Train, running at high speed. Through trees and green grass. Frans, closed his eyes enjoying the atmosphere of the trip. It took four hours, and he arrived. I don't know why he chose the train. Compared, up the plane.

Frans, woke up something was moving next to him.

" It's okay,". Frans replied, closing his eyes again. Damn, woke me. Can't, just slow down. No need, too much movement.

"Huu... The leg, he found a seat. By the way, are we one goal? Or, move the train again". Ask the woman, she finds out that Frans hasn't slept. It's okay, I'm talking straight. Consider it, the beginning of acquaintance. Eeee, who knows? Mate later. Hope, still single! Hehehe....

"Yeah...I, I want to go to town L". Frans replied, without opening his eyes. Ck, that sucks. Do I, should answer that question.

"Oh, my name is Rosella. Just call Rose, I'm a photographer and I go around a lot". Rose, introduce yourself. Gosh, this guy is really arrogant and big bodied. Its nature, closed and cold.

"Call me, Frans". Frans said, opening her eyes and seeing a sweet smile on the corner of the woman's lips beside her. It sucks, can't it? Me, get the peace though.

"Hmmm...What, your job? We are the same, with purpose". Rose chuckled, scratching her non-itchy head. Like, it's hard to get close. Hmmm..It's okay, I really like this type of guy. Honestly, it is very rare to find it.

"Official office staff, ordinary". Frans replied, turning his face to the window. Where possible, he revealed who he really is. The fear is, women can stick constantly. If you know who he really is.

"What, you go home? Or, there's another one". Rose asked, biting her lower lip. No, I'm a little head. Hehehe...What's more, he's a very handsome guy. His burly body, damn I'm fascinated with him.

"Yes, go home". Answer Frans, what is it. The woman, uncomfortable with the answer. It sounds so simple and cold.

Rose, just the mangosteen and she started to close her eyes. Frans, I feel relieved because there are no strange questions.

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"You know where Frans went?". Shasa asked, after hearing Melda's story. Kasian once Melda, her love clapped one hand. Although, he was trying and reckless as well.

Melda, shook her head slowly. "How, we follow him. Consider it, a vacation". Shasa, give the idea to his friend.

"Nobody knows. Where'd it go, Frans? Never mind, I'm slowly forgetting it". Melda, not agreeing with Shasa's idea. Jesus, where are you following her? Just the same, looking for a needle in a haystack. He, completely removes the trail.

"Tomorrow, you've already started working. Take it easy, my friend is good". Shasa's chuckle, a small smile.

"Hmmm... All right, thanks for the help". Melda, inhaling the orange juice in her hand. Thank goodness I got the job I wanted. Now, no longer dealing with important files.

"Well, working in the office doesn't want to. It's even a hotel receptionist". Grumpily Shasa, shook his head.

"Huuuffs...My head, almost bursting to the ground. After, look at the pile of files that must be completed. Where is the time, pick it up again. Over time, it can be gray hair". Decak Melda, she's not as smart as Frans.

"Alahhhhh. Indeed, the files are piling up. What's more, the head is twitching thinking about it. I swear, I can't imagine it". Sahut Shasa, smile smrik.

"Keep, what does your head hurt? At the time, working on people's orders. What else, you're a designer". Melda asked, curious.

"No! Because of my hobby, it became my pleasure". Shasa replied, he stood up. "Pamit first, there's a deal".

Melda, nod your head. "Be careful, thanks for the info". Blinked his eyes, towards Shasa.

Shasa, waved his hand and walked out of the cafe.