
That night Wike came home it was getting dark. He walked with horror and fear down the parking area. Occasionally he holds his nape due to goosebumps.
Somehow he felt that someone was watching him from a distance, from the moment he left the company. Wike began to speed up his steps to get into his car and leave this parking area.
But the faster the pace, the more it feels that something is getting closer. And Wike immediately took his step with half a run. Just as he was about to open the door of his car quickly someone's hand held the door.
"Arnold!" wike exclaimed in shock at the grinning smile of the man before him at this moment.
"Where's the rush?" she asked still with a grinning smile. Wike's getting scared.
"You're still mine Wike. So, don't ever leave me. UNDERSTAND?!" his hardness that instantly made Wike's face more pale. With Arnold's clutches growing stronger on his wrists.
"release ARNOLD. We've broken up. I don't want to be as rude as you. You think I'm your punching bag? I don't want to be as rude as you. GO!" hardik Wike braved himself.
Arnold looked angry. A slap he slapped on Wike's face made Wike scream in pain. And he quickly gripped Wike's face firmly until he aligned the girl's face with her.
"I've given you everything I've got. You can't just walk away from me. REMEMBER THAT!" loudly shouting.
"Come with me!" again hard. While dragging Wike who continued to rebel. Wike kept thinking how he could escape from this bastard man. He also remembered one idea. He immediately reached into his bag. And there's a little folding scissors on the keychain of his apartment. He immediately pulled that out.
And ...
Sreeet...
Wike stabbed the scissors into Arnold's hand. And Arnold reflexively let go of his grip. Wike didn't waste the opportunity. He immediately ran away from there. He ran as fast as he could to leave the area feeling extremely frightened.
"Damn!" frances Arnold. His injured hand began to get wet with blood. He was in even more pain and could only lean on a car in the parking lot, holding his injured hand.
***
On the other hand, Qian who was with Reo, Bisma and Rendi had just finished meeting her clients at one of the restaurants. They are ready to go home and rest.
When I got to the car Qian got a notification of incoming messages from Vero.
'I'm at your mom's place again. He's ill. You come home and don't forget to pick us up, yes, ' Vero wrote in a short message.
Qian could only snort out a deep breath when she found the message. He believes it's just Vero's wits for him to see his mother. Vero has been looking for excuses lately so Qian can meet her mother and talk.
'tell me my brother is done and he wants to go home. I have a little business, ' replied Qian who was actually just evading.
Qian finally got in the car and prepared to leave. He just got out of the parking lot. Suddenly, his phone rang again. Lazily and without seeing the caller Qian lifted him through the headset connection with a focused view to the crowded streets.
"Qian ... Can you please pick me up now? I need your help again. Please Qian this time. I was really scared again. My ex-boyfriend came again and threatened me again" said someone who sounded strange as if crying.
Qian, who was confused by who she was talking to, immediately saw the name on her mobile screen. It was written the name 'Wike' there that kept Qian glued for a moment until she finally decided to help pick up Wike.
"OKs. Where are you again?" tanya Qian finally. Wike also said his current position. Qian immediately headed to the address.