
tok.....
"come in.." said the little figure shouting to hear the door of his room being knocked.
ceklek....
the door opened and Kaira stepped closer to her brother who was focusing on his laptop screen.
"dam you're preparing a file for-" the fikar's speech was interrupted after he saw who entered his room.
"sister.a.I want-"not done yet when I talk fikar has cut off his speech.
"wah wah look who came to my office" said fikar in a cold tone.
"sister I want to talk to you brother please listen to my explanation this time brother"lirih kaira
"there's nothing you need to explain everything is clear"
"and.don't call me brother because I'm not your sister, keep it" continued fikar.
"sister why did you turn out like this? where is the brother who loves me? where's the brother who always protected me? where is he brother?"kaira said in her sad tone she really missed her brother's warm embrace the affection he always got first.
"he's dead when he's gone along with his parents"yelling fikar really he loved kaira very much but all that is covered by his ego at this time he really can not see kaira crying so bitterly before him however he really is from his deepest heart he still loves his sister very much.
seeing kaira like this fikar really wanted to hug his sister but the shadow of the tragic departure of his parents crossed his mind and caused that hatred again.
"go away I beg you to go before I hurt you" said fikar.
"I won't leave before telling you the chronology of the accident, brother please listen to me this time and after I explain it you can make your own decision to hate me or investigate who was behind the accident because I'm sure that the accident was not a pure accident but intentional" said Kaira assured fikar
"what do you mean if you don't play with me you know the consequences if you lie to me" said fikar looking into your eyes trying to find a lie but nil kaira eyes show honesty and sincerity.
"all right this time I'm giving you a chance to tell me everything you think is awkward"
finally, Kaira recounted all the events she and her parents had experienced before the accident.
"papah mamah and I at that time were already a little suspicious that something was wrong with our car but papah thought maybe the person who was beside the papah car at that time was just a prankster and a message from the moment before the incident reinforces that he was behind our accident brother I beg you to trust me brother"
"an hour before we got in the car, I sent a message to me "I will teach you a lesson for separating me from fikar if you are no more then there is no more barrier for me fan fikar" said the message sak"
"do you have any evidence?"ask fikar
kaira pulled out her phone and sent evidence of a sneaky message on this fikar all had been prepared by kaira because he knew very well the nature of the fikar who would not believe if there was no evidence and fortunately he still kept cici message history.
"it turns out that I was too soft on him so he dared to play with me that I lost my old car even I had done what a brother shouldn't do to his sister"screamed emotion really at this time regret is controlling him he firmly sold his sister to a striped man because of misunderstanding.
"kai..pardon brother kaira"lirih fikar destroyed already his defensive fortress he sat limp in front of his brother as if he was struggling.
"no brother is not one of the older brother's sister is also the victim of the here" said kaira and helped fikar stand up and hug his brother tightly.
"forgive me brother kai brother has done something that is not appropriate for a brother to do should be a brother who protects you even a brother who pushes you into the abyss please forgive brother"
"yes sister now please don't hate kai anymore you can't afford to see the hateful gaze of brother"
"forgive me brother kai brother promised to protect you and will repay all the deeds of that accursed woman he must feel our suffering all along"
kaira nodded and continued to hug her brother was a hug and affection that she had once lost now she got again.
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