STREET THUGS SON CONGLOMERATE

MOTHER'S DEATH.

"Where do we put Mr. Bisri. So it's safe not to sniff out Ghazan and his kronco-kronko!" tanya Hadi arranged Nadira there might be an idea from him.

"Look, Roman's apartment didn't anyone know until now, except you and me!" nadira.

"For a while too!" said Hadi in response to Nadira's proposal.

"Then we both agree. Okey... Now we're heading to Roman's apartment!" hadi tanda agreed.

While at Roman's house, Marisa is still in the thick of regret for her actions that do not approve of Roman's relationship with Morrin. After Morrin's death until now he did not know the whereabouts of his son.

Since Roman's disappearance, Marisa doesn't want to eat. Now she lies weakly thinking about her son and cannot forget the chat Roman sent her.

Every time she remembered the chat that Roman sent, Marisa's heart felt sad. And she screamed saying sorry dear mama.., while roaring in tears and every time she screamed the whole house was shocked.

Marisa felt the feeling of her son's broken heart. Moreover, that shattered feeling was being carried alone. There is no place to tell stories and no place to complain.

Marisa was again carried away by the flow of her son's suffering and was taken away and finally shouted, "Amina..., Didin.., Rianah...!" marisa called out to her two house assistants and her home security.

The three came running around, "Mrs called me!" aminah said gasping.

"This is my mistress!" word of Didin followed, and lastly it seemed Rianah came sluggish and relaxed.

"This is my mistress..," answered Rianah softly almost unheard voice, always sluggish in everything. Almost got kicked out of that house. But Roman defended it and defended it.

"Find me my son.., tell him to come home..," asked Marisa, sobbing in tears.

The three could only look at each other and were sad to see his employer who was like a person lacking memory. Now deeply sorry for his mistake.

"Heh stt.., by the way..," whispered Didin pushing Aminah's shoulder.

"Eeeeee you're talking!" snapped Aminah nyolot glaring at Didin.

Didin turned his head towards Rianah, "Well, you never talked at all!" point Didin at Rianah.

Rianah who was asked to speak Didin instead of answering, even crying, "I can not speak..," replied Rianah to cry.

"Max...," Rianah had not finished speaking suddenly, he said,

"O..., you're all here...!" reprimand mr. Rifky. The three were shocked by the arrival of Mr. Rifky.

"Yes sir!" didin replied trembling in fear.

"I want to shout no one heard, thankfully there was a motorcycle taxi driver who helped push the fence!" said Mr. Rifky standing looking at three workers.

"Yes already.., you're back at work!" said Mr. Rifky told all his workers to come out of the room where Marisa lay weak.

They went out one by one and left Marisa's room. Mr. Rifky looked at Marisa who was so weak. He felt sorry to see his wife lying pale. Various things have been done to find the whereabouts of his son, but until now there has been no results.

Deeer.., deeer.., deeer. Mr. Rifky saw his phone screen. Mr. Rifky's eyes widened in shock to see the SMS coming from his son.

His heart was pounding, his heart was screaming in excitement. He never felt this kind of pleasure. This perceived joy was far more beautiful than her earning a trillionth of profit.

Slowly opened the phone and read with heart palpitations.

Sir.., if you love me. Please come to Morrin's parents' house. Give me an apology I can't save morrin.

Morrin.., an unforgettable lover.

throughout the beat of my breath, this beat of breath could not be lost until the moment my fingers were stringing these words together.

I.., shame.., stupid.., failed to guard, protect, help my paradise.

These tears cannot dry.

From the persecuted me

Romance.

SERIATE.