SECOND WORK

WHAT SHOW?

We are in a different secret room. The titles stared one by one at the hand. The man's face was full of sadness.

The degree approached one painting that left him the most touched. A picture that ultimately led the man to adopt the poor cat in the office the other day.

Doubt Degree touched it. Soft sweeps are given. As if greeting a figure who is hated but misses him very much.

"Why can't I hit you from my heart? Though it was obvious you carved the wound so deeply. Why does worry take my soul? And consciously I kicked you out. Why does my heart say that it's not you? You look real in front of my eyes. Wh why? Wh why? Why?"

Degree collapsing helpless. Focus on both knees on the floor. Titles hit. Staring blankly at the floor that could not give an answer.

"Why is everything revealed so in my heart? Why?" tanya's a weak title, barely audible.

"What mistakes have I made to make you change? Style, you look like everyone else. I don't recognize you" lamented Degree withstanding tightness and pain in the chest.

The title moved, looking down with an increasingly moody face. As she turned around, her memory retreated to the disgusting words Gaya made to tempt Bryan.

Hold a hollow laugh, "Even your voice sounds foreign. I want to deny it, but is that logical?"

The haughty step led Degree to the equipment he used to paint.

Been sitting, taking the most comfortable position. The Hand of the Degree moves in rhythm with the heart. Scratch and blend several colors on top of the canvas. Shaping the portrait of a beautiful, white-bikinied woman with an ash knit sweater coiled around half her body. Her beautiful shoulders were perfectly exposed. The honey brown that adorned his crown was left neatly scattered. Unmade natural expressions increase the level of beauty of a Candana Style.

A sight that spoils the eye was once caught by the sense of sight of Degree when he honeymooned in Bali. Beautifully framed in her awesome handwork.

Degree dropping brush. Leaving the chair, took a few steps back, staring at the painting while laughing insanely.

"It's funny! After what you did, I still want to paint you. This heart hurts but somehow it doesn't go along with the conscience. My little heart says that you remain my style. The style I know."

Hair grabbing degree. Kicking the chair then left with an increasingly raging feeling.

Standing in front of the room. The title closes the door that was open. The warmth that was once created in that room filled the mind. The degree is uncomfortable. Decide down the stairs to the guest room. Degree turn off the lights. Letting himself sleep in the dark.

Thirty minutes, the title is still awake. His hand was stretched over the nightstand. Grabbing the remote, leaving the room brightly lit.

Degree get rid of blankets. Moving on, leaving the room that felt did not give him peace.

The title leads his feet in no direction. Stop right in front of a basketball court that is still in its residential neighborhood. A button is pressed. An automatic machine located behind the ring, gives him the ball. Wishing to entertain himself, distracting himself. Playing without an opponent.

In vain! All the throws he made were fruitless. Giving up degree. The sweat that was pouring out all over his body was ignored.

The title back stepped. Traveling the road without a clear purpose.

It's been an hour that the man walked. There were Tsunamis, Typhoons, and Lightning tailed them. The title doesn't care.

Right in front of the minimarket, the Degree stops. His hand slipped into his pocket, looking for something of value. Damnit damnit! The title does not carry a wallet. Forced to quench thirst.

The three bodyguards sat at each other. Trying to guess the contents of his young master's mind.

"Did you want to buy something?" ask Tsunami.

"What do you think he needs?" typhoon Typhoon.

Lightning hit the heads of his two friends, "Follow him! I'm thirsty!"

"Please buy it also for mas Degree," the Tsunami ink was slightly responsive.

Lightning lifting thumb. Waving hands, signaling Tsunamis and Typhoons to follow the Degree.

Fifteen minutes passed. A panorama that caught the eye forced the feet of Degree to stop at a restaurant that opened a twenty-four-hour service.

The title was stunned. Look at a stranger woman. Being stuck without a burden.

Degree to take a look. Random waist, laughing without a sound. Mocking himself.

"Why do I have such a bad feeling? Why does my heart say you're in danger? Funny is so funny!"

"Look! Open your eyes wide, title! Style of toast. I don't know what he's celebrating with Katrina. Looks like your treatment of him doesn't hurt Gaya at all. Instead, the Style looked firm and powerful. Not like you look pathetic." Degree smile bitter. The taste of linu creeps into the trough of the heart.

The title turned around, stepped quickly, snatching a swipe containing various drinks that had just been bought Lightning. The bodyguard can only resign when the title downing drinks that have not been touched. Leave cans and bottles scattered along the way.

Degree's Agility increases. Invite all three of his bodyguards to have fun at one of the high-end nightlife.

***

Under the calming setting of the restaurant lights, Clara had just finished her dinner.

"Related to order food?" clara asked as she was cleaning the corners of her lips with tissue.

Clary leaned her body forward. "No! My stomach is full. Filled with the pleasure that the Earthquake gives," said the woman in a seductive tone. Intentionally lowering the used outerwear. Watching the work of the earthquake on his body part.

Clara threw away her face. Unknowingly creating an expression of malice. Not wanting more heartache, Clara got up. Leaving Clary without a word.

Clary commented on the triumphant smile. He moved on, following his twin brother.

"Tomorrow your dreams are achieved. Don't forget the agreement between us" Clary said when she pulled the car over at the main headquarters.

"Sure!" clara replied without looking at the other person. Busy to apply powder on the stolen level.

"I can't keep you company. The earthquake took me on vacation. We're going to enjoy the honeymoon" Clary chuckled. Feeling amused by what he says.

Clara closes her newly used make up. Glancing cynically at Clary, "Go! Have fun! Make sure the seeds collected belong only to the earthquake. It doesn't belong to anyone else, let alone an old man who already smells the land."

Clary's lips expanded perfectly. His hot game with the Earthquake danced in the mind.

Clara fed up. Back to leaving the lucky lady.

"Hey! Don't forget to transfer some money when I'm on vacation!" shout Clary.

Clara doesn't care. Accelerate his pace to where he wants to go.

***

Inside the high-tech room, a pair of dim-faced eyes opened. The alien-looking room left the original Katrina wide-eyed.

Katrina gave a glance. Dumbfounded by something that is still not understood. Especially when looking at the style that is also being bowed. His long hair covered the woman's face. Bound helpless just like him.

"Style! Wake style!" Katrina tries to interfere with the comfort of the style that appears to be under the influence of drugs.

"Style! Wake Gay!" Katrina hasn't given up.

"Style!" Katrina raised her tone.

Successful attempt. Slowly Original style of lifting head. A little dizzy, with a faint look. Feeling her movements were not free, Gaya flinched.

"Katrina, what happened? Where's us? Why are we tied up?" flocking Style, panic.

Like a dazed man. They looked at the clothes they were wearing. Style and Katrina Sirens.

"Someone changed our clothes" Katrina said in confusion. Trying to remember the last time they were active.

Yep! During their time in captivity, they were drugged. Routine nutritional replacement injections are given.

"Katrina, have we been kidnapped?" tanya Gaya was still in shock.

"Looks like. Someone had planned it out carefully. We can't get out of this room. It takes special skills to escape" Katrina said. Busy combing every corner. Looking for an opportunity.

"That means someone has tapped into our lunch. Didn't you?"

"Yes! You're right!"

"Then what should we do?" The style also seems to think hard.

"Nothing! Other than waiting for the Storm and Earthquake to move, we can't do anything. They can't possibly know this place. All our stuff has been stripped. The kidnapper is certainly a very observant person" Katrina said.

Tilted smile style, "There!"

Katrina turned her head with deeply furrowed brows, "You have an idea?"

Shaking style, "What else can we do? Wait a minute! We'll see who's behind the plan that cost this much."

Pucuk loved ulam also arrived. It didn't take long. Clara and Clary walked into the place.

DEG!

Styles and Katrina froze. Not believing what he saw. They were really made not warty. Watching something you never thought of.

Clara and Clary take up the position. Sitting casually looked down at the two women.

"Shock huh?" clary's question contained ridicule.

The foreign! That voice is so foreign. Neither Gaya nor Katrina knew who had been hiding behind their faces.

Not wanting to linger, Clara got back up. "I have a gift for you, Style!" exclaim that woman.

Eye Style and Katrina compact sharpening. Responding to familiar voices.

"Let's be fair, I'll also give you a gift for Katrina" Clary said.

Styles and Katrina exchanged looks. Compact nodded, looking one thought.

"Claras?" greet Gaya, very sure.

Clara kept being cold. The title's refusal continued to loom over him. Clara pulled out a flat object a kind of remote control. Touching one of the menus. It features a large screen the size of a wall.

"Are you not confident in the beauty you have? Aa...no! This shows more inability. Throw away everything for the sake of what I have. Was my thinking wrong? I don't think!" sneer Gaya, patronize Clara.

Clara's emotions were re-ignited. He approached. Hair pulling Very hard style. Of course the style feels pain. But the woman did not show how she felt.

"Watch it through! Let's see if you can still be as arrogant as usual!" clara is full of hate.

Clara threw down the Style chair. Making the Styles fall still in a bound state. Style does not complain. Trying to guess where the woman's game is going.

"Style!" yelled Katrina, not accepting Clara's treatment. "How dare you touch her!" threaten Katrina.

The woman tried to break free from the rope wrapped around her hands and feet. The style shook her head slowly as a sign of her being fine.

More polite than Clara, Clary also approached Katrina. Patting gently on the cheeks of the best bodyguard.

"Strengthen your heart. Really I'm praying that you guys don't go crazy after that" Clary said, which sucks.

The twin brothers withdrew. Leaving Gaya and Katrina with a show.

Lights dimming. A large screen is divided into two. Featuring a different scene but being able to make Gaya and Katrina shake their heads in disbelief. Their tears began to pour.