Stay with me, Ken!

Sorry, I!

The upstairs door was opened, the security guard who delivered it had appeared from behind the door. With a relaxed pace, he walked down the stairs.

"Sir, please come in. Sir's waiting for you inside" the security guard immediately told Al as soon as he was in the living room. Standing in front of Al who was waiting for news from him.

"Thank you, Mr. Robby," Al thanked him as he spelled out the name on the man's uniform.

"Please, Sir. Let me drop off, "courteously Mr. Robby takes Al to the upstairs room. Their steps were so regular, that when they reached the door, Mr. Robby opened the door to let Al in.

"Please, sir," Robby shut the door and left the guest alone with his employer. Now he returned to his post which was on the side of the gate of the magnificent house.

Al stared intently at the man sitting behind his desk. Men with large height, white skin with skin overgrown with fine hairs along the arms that he left open.

"You!" exclaim that man. His tongue was almost mute as soon as he saw the person who came to see him.

"Yes" said Al Briefly.

"When are you back?" ask again. The gaze remained fixed on the young man who was in front of him.

"Two days ago," replied Al deliberately lying. The old man thought Al was still living in Singapore with his new family. He never kissed the whereabouts of Al who had been home for the last seven years to Jakarta and settled in Bogor. Living in a house away from the crowd, which he bought from his own sweat.

"Where are you staying?"

"For a while in the hotel," Al's lies continued.

"Sit down" the man asked Al to sit on the bench in front of his desk.

The man who was still sitting in his chair was looking at Al with such a fixed gaze. A sharp look, as if able to stab the heart. He watched the young man in front of him closely.

"I'm sorry," Al decided to say the word after quite a while the two just kept quiet.

"I want to kill you, but baby. I couldn't do it," The man sighed softly after he uttered the threatening sentence in a quite harsh tone.

"I'm sorry, Pa," said Al again. This time in a pretty slow tone.

"I'll take responsibility for everything. I've been thinking about it carefully and for that I came here,"

"You think it can be that easy, 10 years is not a short time. There's been a lot of blood and tears shed because of your mistake,"

"Look at your mother, she's in jail for you,"

"Sorry, she's not my mother,"

"You still deny it? He's the one who picked you up off the street when that woman who didn't know herself left us" said the man, raising his voice.

"Mom never dumped me" Al said.

"I think during your life in Singapore your brain became intelligent, it was even worse. Open your eyes, who do you deserve between them" the man snapped again.

"I'm sorry. To me my mother never left us, Masta who has made a tragedy in this house," Al is no less resolute than the man.

"Don't call that woman in front of me," the man firmly reprimanded.

"Sorry, she's my mother" Al said in a voice that was no less firm.

"Mama? Does he want to know if his son is alive or not? Where is he now? You don't know yourself,"

"Next week he's out of jail. I hope you guys get along well and stay in this house,"

"Sorry, Pa. I've decided I'm going to finish my business with him but not to come back here,"

"I never owe that woman anything. If I have to go to jail for my mistakes, I'm ready,"

The man again breathed. He realized there was no point in arguing with his son. Because of his flesh-blood Al, it was certain that he had inherited his stubbornness.

He got up from his seat, he stepped towards his son's seat. The man stood behind Al and patted his son's shoulder with both hands.

"Give up" he said again. His voice sounded softer.

"As long as you're gone, your room no one occupies. There's no one I'm allowing into your room" he said.

"Sorry, Pa. I'm going back to the hotel" Al said without looking at the man.

"There are so many out there who want your life. I'm afraid your life's in vain,"

"Didn't Papa want that, too. What's the difference then?"

"Sutam!" Shouted The man so loudly. His voice almost broke the eardrum.

Before long, the door was opened. There was a woman about 30 years old who walked into the workspace with a face that was so worried.

"What's wrong?" he asked as the woman's gaze collided with the man called Papa by Al.

"No, nothing. Leave both of us," said the man and asked the woman to leave the room.

Al had seen the woman before she left them. Now he stands up from his seat. His position is now, right in front of his Papa.

"Who is he?" al asked without intending to interfere with the affairs of his parents.

There was no answer but Al could guess. His father was never separated from young women who were always ready to serve his thirst. Certainly the woman who had just left this place, was one of them.

"I'm pampering. Assalamualaikum," Al immediately left the man who was still standing in his place since earlier. He could not resist the departure of his son even though he wanted to ask his son to stay longer.

The man reached into the cell phone in his pants pocket. After opening the contact list, not long a sound was heard from the opposite direction.

"Follow him, find out where he lives" the man orders and hangs up.

"Sir Robby, let's sit down for a minute. Waiting for a taxi" Al asked the security guard for permission to drive inside as he sat at the security guard post, waiting for the taxi to pass.

"Please, sir," said Mr. Robby kindly.

Al did not realize that there was a pair of eyes that were in love with him. Her Papa's man is asked to watch over her, wherever she goes.

"Hotel Paris," Al mentioned his destination to the taxi driver who had picked him up. He deliberately hardened his voice a little so that he could be heard by the security guard.

"Well, sir," said the driver as he opened the door and let Al in.

Al got into the car immediately after parting ways with Mr. Robby and waved his hand at the guard post.

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Hay everyone, forgive me for not being able to update more than one chapter. For the sake of my loyalty to all of you, I had time to write even one Chapter so that the target to finish this novel in June can be realized.

Sorry, yeah!

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