Street Child Revenge

Brigitta's Arrival

A girl came out of the airport in a wow style. She's so beautiful. Just like the Korean girl group who got lost. From the beginning of his arrival alone could have attracted the attention of many people. He seems to be no ordinary person.

The girl was dragging a black suitcase with her right hand. While his left hand carrying a shiny white bag that is definitely an unlimited edition item.

"She is very beautiful." said some people who looked at her.

Yeah, that girl is amazing. Her skin was pure white like milk, her hair was long black, her height was at her best, and the most distinctive of her was her body shape which was clearly visible under her clothes. He was dressed in all-black clothes, which were added with a blue jacket. Perfect for a fashionable girl.

"Miss Brigitta Yamasaki?" a man dressed in a suit called out the girl's full name.

"Yes?" the girl replied confused. He was surprised that anyone knew his full name. For a moment he stopped his steps. Look at the old man for a while.

"You're Mr. Haruciyo's daughter Yamasaki, right?" the man asked again.

"Yes, right. Who are you, huh?" brigitta asked back.

"I'm Dimas, miss."

Brigitta direct ngeh. Her beautiful face suddenly shone when she heard the name of the man was Dimas. That means this man will be his bodyguard during his stay in the country.

"Oh, Mr. Dimas anyway," he said excitedly as he approached the man. "So Mr Dimas was sent to pick me up?"

Dimas smiled as he replied, "Yes, non. Lord Haruciyo chose me. So in the future, you can count on me for anything."

"alright. I think I know how great Father is. So I won't hesitate for that. Please cooperate." Brigitta said something.

Dimas only nodded in response. There was a faint smile engraved on his lips. From now on, he has held greater responsibility for having to take care of the beautiful girl who is often called Tata. Previously he was a man who was the right hand of Haruciyo. All businesses owned by the Yamasaki family in the country were controlled by him. And now, add one valuable asset that he has to deal with.

"Where are we going now, sir?" ask Tata. He raised his left hand to look at the clock.

"Subject non Tata. I'll just follow. But if you want to go home, I'll take you to the hotel." Clear Dimas.

Ruminant. "I don't want to go where. I just want to go to Hana's grave."

"alright, miss. I'll get you there" Dimas said in a style that remains the same as before.

Tata nodded. He knew that his papa would have told all his heartbreak to this man. So he went straight into the parked car not far from where he was standing earlier. He died his suitcase. Letting the man replace his hand to drag the thing to move.

A few moments after the suitcase was put into the back seat, Dimas sir came in and sat down next to Tata. The man drove the car at a moderate speed.

Along the way, Tata was only silent. He only answered briefly if Dimas asked something. And after an hour, they finally got somewhere. There are many tombs with almost the same shape.

Both of them were visiting a public funeral. He pulled his car over at the funeral. The weather looks good. The blue sky with the clouds looked happy. Sunlight shines so sharp that it hits everything.

Dimas got out of the car and ran to open the door for his nonanya. And after the door opened, Tata came out with sunglasses perched on her face. It seemed like he wanted to protect his eyes from the sunlight that was not compact to his liking.

"Where's the tomb?" ask Tata with a haunted tone.

"Follow me, miss." Dimas walked into the cemetery. He walked past the other tombs lined up neatly. And after walking for about twenty meters, the two finally arrived at a most beautiful tomb. The tomb is unique, even very unique. Flowers bloomed around the tomb as if it was a perfect place to spread the crown of flowers.

Fixated tata. Not believing what he saw. He lowered his head slightly to see who the owner of the tomb was. The glasses perched on his face were opened to make it clearer to see.

"Hana Angela." That's how he reads slowly. He narrowed his eyes to see whose image was engraved on the tombstone.

Suddenly electricity flowed through his body. He sat down beside the tomb.

Her tears are spilling. Suddenly the pain pierced to his deepest bone.

"So Hana really died?" not sure who she asked, but the man with her replied.

"really. Non Hana died a year ago."

Hearing Dimas Tata's words became even more sad. Honestly, he never believed the news. Even when her father gave her documentation, she did not believe it at all. Yes, even if he had seen Hana's body, he wouldn't believe that his best friend was gone.

But in the end, he could believe it. By looking at the tomb, it was clear he had to accept this bitter reality. Hana's dead. POINT.

The mood of the day changed immediately. The sun that had been emitting a stinging beam suddenly was enveloped in cloudy clouds. It's a dark day. Looks like something bad is going to happen.

"Han.." holding the tombstone with a very broken feeling. "Why so fast? You still have a long dream, why the hell should this be?"

Silent. There's no answer. Even the grave seemed unconcerned by the bitter question it posed.

"Hana. It's not fair that you ended up like this. I think there are a lot of things that are not right in your life. I'm sorry, but I don't know what to do." Tears full of regret flooded the girl's cheeks.

"Two years ago, when I came here, you said your life was happy. With the presence of Dika, you said that it was luck. However, last year came the news that you were married. And I was surprised because it wasn't Dika's male name. I'm disappointed, Han. You didn't invite me to your wedding."

Piteously. Even a bird perched on a tree not far from the tomb could feel the anguish of Brigitta's heart.

"You can still talk to me. Saying silly things that don't make sense. And.. You said I had to look after Dika for you..... And three days later the news of your death came to shake me. Actually what happened to you......" Tata held onto her chest which felt very tight. There was a pile of regrets that merged within his soul.

Mr. Dimas was concerned to see the state of Tata. However he could do nothing to comfort his beautiful master. I can only look at my heart without having to stop it.

"You're a very good man. In your life you have done enough for me. And now, it's my turn to do something for you, too. Sorry, baby, for coming late. But I will really do anything to fulfill your request. You said I just needed to look after Dika, right? I just need to pay attention to him so as not to fall into error. Trust me, Han. I'll do it for you. Don't worry about him anymore, I'm here to take care of him." Speech at length while continuing to shed tears non-stop. He did not realize that the grave was silent. And at least the tomb could have heard all his words.

They did not feel they had spent up to two hours in the tomb. The beautiful girl continued to cry as she muttered softly. While Mr. Dimas continued to stand in his place with his hands hiding in the back. He seemed patient waiting for his nona to be finished.

Not long after, Tata finally got up. He looks really tired. Her beautiful face is still beautiful even though her look is tangled and her makeup is destroyed. Yes, even though the appearance is no longer good, but the sensual impression of the woman can still be captured by the eye.

"I want to go home!" tata's a bit rough.

"Where to go, non? Hotel or apartment?" ask Dimas.

"Hotel is. I'm gonna take a break." Tata walked away from the man. His steps looked very weak, it seemed like he was running out of steam. Understand, crying for a long time will also require a lot of energy, let alone we cry while talking, huh! Original all energy as drained out. It's like we're doing a really heavy job.

As Tata walked, Dimas tailed from behind. But suddenly the girl stopped, turning her body until her eyes met the eyes of Mr. Dimas. It seems like he wants to convey something important.

"Please, hide my whereabouts from brother Satria. Don't let him know if I live in this country. Because if that happens, I really won't be able to finish my music." Tata's beautiful eyes suddenly glazed over as she said that. His eyes seemed to be pleading sincerely.

"But miss, Mr. Haruciyo commissioned me to deliver you to Mr. Nugroho's house. Because he said....."

No time Mr. Dimas finished his sentence, Tata immediately interrupted, "about papa I who took care. Mr. Dimas just needs to follow whatever I say. Help me this time, sir..."

"Taa... But...,"

"I beg. It's very important to me. If Satria finds out I'm here, she won't let me. Please.." please Tata.

Long enough Dimas thought. Until he finally gave a sign of approval.

Tata's smile instantly expanded. He was glad that someone understood him.

"Thank you, sir, you're very kind."