Sweet Sin's

Why You?

Niken returned to Jakarta with Richard, looks like Niken's face is in a tremendous unrest.

Several times Richard rebuked Niken who was more pensive so sometimes did not hear his words.

When he got home, Richard asked Niken to clean up his apartment unit for sale. Niken speechless. It seemed like he was very unwilling that the apartment was sold to someone else. There are so many memories of him and Richard.

After meeting prospective buyers, Niken was very grateful they stopped buying Richard's apartment.

Niken shed tears when she locked the door.

Niken rushes to contact her friend who is investigating a house fire that occurred in Richard's neighborhood in the past.

They have found the old house, even he managed to get the identity of the owner of the house.

Before meeting the man Niken changed his appearance to someone else so as not to be recognized by people who always stalk his movements. If the people who follow him know he's investigating Richard's past, maybe not only he's in great danger, but Richard as well.

When he met a man named Pak Arya Pamungkas who bought the former house of the great fire, Niken was stunned. There was something highlighted in the man's eyes that he could not translate.

After letting Niken in, the middle-aged man sucked deeply into his vape.

Then turn it off and turn on the fan to expel the e-cigarette smoke.

"What do you want to know about the house, decades ago the house burned down, but until now I have not been able to build for other buildings because I am very rare in Indonesia, are you interested in buying it?"

Niken smiled kindly.

"Yes sir, but before buying that old house, I want to know the history of that house to burn."

Mr. Arya stroked his chin which was overgrown with a beard not how thick.

"This house belongs to someone I know well, my best friend. A couple with their little daughter. But because of a heinous accusation against her husband that her own friend had fucked his pregnant wife, their lives were ruined. His wife died in that great fire, my friend Subrata, lost not knowing the toll. Their daughter also disappeared, if I had met my best friend's daughter, I would have given her half of my property, because before the tragedy struck, me and Brata had combined capital for a business that is now very large."

Mr. Arya looks very sad. The face of the bay's beak implies the bitterness of the story it tells

Long enough I was at Mr. Arya's house.

After a while while staring at the photo of Mr. Arya and his friend, suddenly I remember the photo in Richard's drawer that I had seen, the photo of Mr. Barata with his grandfather Richard, the picture of Mr. Barata with his wife, the picture of Mr. Barata with his wife, photo of Mr. Barata with Richard's father.

Instantly my hand stiffened when touching the photo of the woman who was Mr. Barata's wife, why did my hand shake. And I was stunned to see the photo of the boy who often entered into my nightmares.

"Who is this boy sir?"

tanyaku.

"He was Richard, son of Bramasta, friend of Kinanti, daughter of Barata."

My body feels powerless, the puzelle in my head overlaps irregularly.

When I felt the phone vibrate in my pants pocket, I had to say goodbye to Mr. Arya. And promised to come back again.

Call from Richard I'll pick up soon.

As usual, the nagging and maki caci I received from the handsome but devil boss.

Before returning to the office I took time to visit the fire.

I went in and felt like I was going back in time.

I saw a little boy who shouted:

"Kinan, Kinan, don't let go of my hand, let's Kinan we run together."

"Please don't hurt my daughter, please don't kill her."

The voice of a man who is often present in my nightmares also loudly penetrates the hearing.

My head was very dizzy but the silhouette of the memory was constantly crammed trying to break through the limits of my consciousness.

"Cintern .... Kinan ....Kink ...."

The call from the mouth of a woman echoed in my head.

I feel like I'm going crazy. I held my head with both hands.

I ran out of that building. Now that I am fully aware, I am not a stranger between family and friends of this family. I fell silent, dumb and dumb hugged my knees. I'm Kinanti? the daughter of Barata and Richard is my little best friend.?

My body shivered violently. A flash of memory touched my subconscious, I was locked in a closet and a hand pulled me forcibly.

A burly hand was about to hit my head with a stone when a voice held back.

"Don't! Is that small your courage? How dare you kill a helpless little boy!"

"But the boss said crush it to the root. And are you sure this girl won't testify in the police? He saw all our faces!"

"I'll make sure he never comes back, let me take him."

And my tears were seeping through, all my childhood memories came back dramatically. When I'm alone with no one I can hold tight.

Without a shoulder for me to lean on.

I was more and more convinced I was Kinanti Larasati, the only daughter of Barata Pramudya and my mother the beautiful woman in the photo, Ratih Prameswari, the beautiful native of Solo and now I sobbed even sobbing very sorely. Me and my lost past are back mercilessly. I'm battered.

And Aunt Cyntia wasn't my best friend, she was the woman who begged me not to be killed by that burly man.

Then who's the boss they call, is Bramasta, or is there another actor behind all this.

My phone is back beeping

From Richard again, he must have been so wrathful that I didn't come after an hour promising to be on the way to the Office.

I immediately stood up, wiping away the remaining tear spheres.

Immediately I stepped into a Mall and went into the toilet and soon changed back to makeup as Natasha.

I swung a step into my office.

Arriving there Richard's face looked red.

"Where have you been? Your job is nothing wrong, do you want me to fire?"

I nodded and immediately looked down and said sorry. I really can't believe this man has been present in my life long before we fell in love with the express.

But I haven't been able to tell Richard all that, because I don't have any evidence of my murder and the mastermind behind my family's destruction. It was so horrible, it was fitting that my subconscious refused to remember it.

I felt that the heavier the road I had to take, if I could just run around hugging the man who was sitting a meter and a half ahead of me.

I can only hold back all that in my case.

To be continue Chapter 14

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