Sincerity Love Vishnu

Chapter 4 Injuring Themselves

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Vishnu stood in front of the glass window of the Hotel, looking at the atmosphere of the city from the top floor of the Hotel. He now wears his pants back. Without a shirt, Vishnu revealed his athletic body. Almira clucked full of anger looking at him.

The clock has shown at 2 in the morning, but what happened tonight as if bringing a long night does not immediately change in the morning.

The clinking of the phone distracted her. While walking towards the direction where the cell phone was he put down he looked at Almira who had not yet moved from her place. Vishnu momentarily stared at the screen of his phone and raised the call.

"San, um! alright." okay."

Vishnu immediately walked through the bed where Almira was still silent, he could only sigh in frustration looking at the girl at a glance.

Vishnu immediately continued his steps towards the door and opened it slowly. His breathing was relieved to see Ihsan had already come and brought his order. His personal assistant was already at the door with an anxious face wondering.

Vishnu immediately dragged him in before a man of his age spoke a lot and asked a lot. Dragged his steps into the hotel room and closed the door.

"Sir Vishnu, you ...."

Ihsan turned his head towards Vishnu and Almira alternated with confusion and bad thoughts struck. When he saw a woman sitting on her knees on a mattress wearing her boss's shirt.

"I ruined it unconsciously" I Vishnu in a weak voice. "I've made a fatal mistake."

Ihsan looked at Vishnu with a view that he could not express. His boss, super good boss and careful every action why get caught up in criminal problems like this.

Ihsan restores her hair feeling surprised and concerned. He looked at the girl who looked down in a cry that had no voice while occasionally glancing towards the moody Vishnu.

"Wear this first, let's finish with a cool head." Ihsan handed the paperbag in his hand to Vishnu.

Vishnu grabbed it lethargic, immediately picked up a t-shirt for him and walked over handing the rest to Almira.

"Change your clothes, we talk about our problems after this," said Vishnu tried to be brave and speak softly.

"There's nothing to talk about!" almira answered with an irregular breath.

"Miss ... don't do this," interrupted Ihsan speaking.

"I'll make you rot in jail!"

By grabbing the rough paperbag Almira showed anger. He immediately stood up with great difficulty from the bed. He melted his tears again, glanced cynically at the two men beside him and immediately stepped softly towards the bathroom.

Vishnu slumped to the floor with his knees bent, he buried his head with his circular arms covering his face. The phone in his hand fell to the floor.

"I'm ruined, San. This bad luck struck me cruelly," he lamented in a voice that seemed restrained and turbulent. "I can't fix it."

"The bar at our hotel is also spoiled, sir." Ihsan sighed. "Many police officers came to help break up the quarrel that spilled into riots."

Ihsan sat down beside Vishnu. Patting the shoulders of Vishnu and trying to strengthen his superior who looks to be displaying his weak side.

Silent. They were silent without sound.

"I'll take you home" said Vishnu immediately standing followed by Ihsan who was staring at Almira confusedly how to behave. Between pity and still believing that his boss is not entirely guilty and deliberate. He was confused as to who he was on whose side.

"I don't want to see you again" Almira refused, "Take me to the police station," Almira said, turning her eyes to Ihsan.

Ihsan looked up, staring at Vishnu and Almira alternately. His mind cursed to be upset, why could be among such a strange problem. Ihsan became confused to face him and just stared not answering.

"Help me, you'll defend him, right?" lontar Almira cynical.

"Take it anywhere you want, San. I'm ready to take responsibility for everything I've done." Vishnu looked at Almira seriously.

His mind drifted far away, rewinding his memory memories. He quickly grabbed the phone lying on the floor below his feet and pressed the contact there. It only took a few seconds that the call was picked up by the owner of the number.

"Where are you Br*ngs*k?!" sambar Vishnu ketus with a look of anger from the look of his eyes.

"We meet now or I'll kill you!" lontar Vishnu with a firm and sharp voice.

Almira looked at Vishnu with a clutch of hands to the dress she was wearing, Vishnu looks back scary to her.

"San, take her home." Vishnu looked at Ihsan seriously. "And investigate also report to me, all the cctv footage that happened tonight. In bars and anywhere where I am and this girl. Make it all evidence to drag me to prison" Vishnu said, still holding himself back from anger.

"And you're Dirga, if you're proven to give me a drink with drugs, I'll kill you before the police catch me!" vishnu firmly still put his phone in the ear.

Almira stepped to look at Vishnu for a moment followed by Ihsan with a nod of his head, saying goodbye to Vishnu.

Vishnu could only look at the departure of the two of them with eyes full of injustice. A sense that made him burst into tears in his heart as the door closed tightly from the outside.

Amazing ... Even I have the talent to destroy people's lives. Am I just dead?

Tonight, this date, I always remember it as a cruel day. Where is this the night of the memorial when my parents destroyed Isna's family, destroyed by Aswa Tama. Now, I, a Vishnu who escaped by death even destroyed the life of a girl cruelly. That night or tonight is the same, leaving bad memories. I'll just end it. I'm tired of keeping all this. I am no different from my family, the destroyer of the happiness of others.

Pyarrr! Vishnu grabbed the glass and banged it on the floor.

The shards of the glass were already in his hands, with tears slowly melting and the ears and reddened face holding in the grief, Vishnu stared at the drops of blood flowing from the grasp of his right hand.

Whoever saves my life, I swear .. I will pay you with my life. But if I die, may no one be sad.

Slap ... Vishnu scratched the shards on his left wrist, fresh blood pouring down onto the floor.

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(It is recommended to read the story of Vishnu in IKT Krisna so as not to be confused with the inner wound he suffered😍)

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