The Bloody Covenant

Chapter 25.

...BLOODY AGREEMENT...

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 25...

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New police officers arrived at the scene, accompanied by a deafening siren roar. They immediately secured the Case Event Venue and set the pace of traffic that was stalled completely.

In a state of unconsciousness, Ardy felt like he was approached by a seedy man, like a madman.

"Thank God, you're fine, son," said the figure as he approached.

Ardy's backtracked.

"Your sister has fallen victim to the greed of someone who is always hungry for wealth, obtained from a cursed demon. This incident will not stop, until all members of his family die," said the slum man with the look of my eyes radiating intense pain.

It was as if he was feeling sorrow, seeing the savagery of a man who was willing to sacrifice his own family, in order to gain wealth by way of heresy. By allying with demonic beings.

"Who is this Father? Why always follow me?" asked Ardy after the shock was reduced.

The mussy guy smiled.

"You don't need to know who I really am, Son, someone will tell you who I am and who you are. But what I need to remind you, be careful! Always ask for protection from the Almighty. Pray a lot and bring yourself closer to God. It's the only way you can avoid the evil of the cursed creature."

Slowly his figure began to disappear from Ardy's sight.

"Wait on! Don't go yet!" shouted Ardy while trying to scatter and hold the figure.

But as soon as his hand touched his slum body, Ardy felt like he was catching a thin smoke.

"Who are you, Old Grandpa? Repeatedly you were present and quickly disappeared ... "

Slowly Ardy's consciousness began to return. His breath was like smelling an unpleasant, foul scent.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a man who was sticking socks near his nose. Ardy brushed off the man's arm and spat on the ground. It's so nauseous.

"Well, you're conscious now!" said one of them while laughing.

"Rubber, right, I said too! Parman's leg t-shirt that smells like a roadside got, it's very effective to make people faint!" the other timpal was accompanied by an annoying laugh.

Ardy looked at the people gathered around him.

"Where's Nola?" ask Ardy to one of the people.

"Nola who, yeah. Mas?"

"My brother was in that car accident!" replied Ardy with a weak body condition.

"Oohh ... was taken by the police to the hospital, Mas!"

Ardy tried to get up and walk to his car parked on the side of the road.

"Good night, Mum! I'm sorry to interrupt." a man dressed in official clothes came over.

The cops!

"Yes, good night, sir!" answer Ardy.

"I'm informed that you recognize the victim of the accident. Really true?"

Ardy nodded his head, "He's my sister, Nola. Her full name is Nola Ananta."

"Your name?"

"I'm Ardy Wiranata."

Ardy immediately pulled out the identification card from the wallet, then handed it to the police.

"Can we know the names of your parents?"

"Father of Karyadi Karta Sasmitha and Mother of Amanda Yuanita."

"Karyadi? Mr Karyadi who is the famous businessman?"

Ardy nodded his head.

Ardy nodded his head.

"If you feel uncomfortable, you can come along and your vehicle will be taken by another officer." -."

"No need, sir! I can still carry it myself."

"You sure?"

"Yes, I can, sir! Just relax."

"Need to be accompanied by one of our officers, Mas?"

Ardy thought for a moment, "May, if not a hassle, sir!"

He was worried that in the middle of the journey he would find strange things like those he had met before.

"Well, then .. please follow our car to the police station."

"Good, Sir!"

The car Nola was driving was towed. Nola's blood still bathes some parts of the vehicle.

Slowly, they left the scene.Witnessed several pairs of eyes belonging to the surrounding residents.

In the meantime, let's go back to the moments leading up to Nola's fateful accident.

Ms. Amanda was not at home as usual, busy with her own business. Not much different from the behavior of Mr. Karyadi who always sought entertainment before night. The woman has been wild since Rezky, her youngest child, died.

The abundance of illicit property obtained from the road is not halal, gradually affects the soul and heart. Getting away from religious values and getting closer to the lust of the world. There is no day without a beat. The whispers of the devil always ring out in the hallways of reason, blinding the eyes to the meaning of sin.

"Tonight there's no show, Frans?" ms. Amanda asked as she played a glass filled with liquor next to a young man who was struggling spoiled.

"Just aunty, huh. Usually, right, Aunt who has arranged it," replied the man named Frans was among the frenzied music that echoed in the dim room, with a colorful light beam.

"I look old, don't I, Frans?" Lady Amanda scowled spoiled.

Frans laughed a little.

"Tante is still pretty, really. The proof, I like Auntie," seduced Frans while pouring the contents of a bottle of drink into Madame Amanda's glass.

"lik! The proof is that you're still playing with that Linda, right?"

"Ah, she's, anyway, just a distraction, Auntie. Most importantly, whenever Auntie needs my presence, always be ready at any time. Aye, right?" Frans kissed the middle-aged woman's lips slowly.

Lady Amanda could not answer, because her lips were gagged with burning p*gutan from the mercenary who always accompanied her when lonely.

"Don't be here, Frans .." said Mrs Amanda as the man's fingers began to infiltrate her d* hemisphere.

"Where?"

"Ordinary place."

Frans again kissed the lips of Madame Amanda who still looks ranum. "Now?"

"When else?" madam Amanda whispered a mischievous smile.

Frans nodded his head.

The two of them immediately left the place while holding hands. And then disappear into the darkness of the night with Mrs Amanda's luxury vehicle.

Meanwhile, Mr. Karyadi just arrived at his house before midnight. He got out of the vehicle that Mang Sapri was driving.

"The lady's home, Mang?" asked Mr. Karyadi to Mang Kurdi who had just closed the gate back.

"The lady hasn't come home yet, sir," Mang Kurdi replied unpleasantly.

"Hhmmm .. " muttered Mr. Karyadi, "the woman is always in obscurity!"

Mr. Karyadi went straight to his empty bedroom without occupants.

"Sir, is there anything I can do for you?" One soft voice struck Mr. Karyadi who was sitting on the side of the bed.

...SERIATE...