The Clutches of the Storm

A figure that is sleeping long

Secret House

Suburbs.

A dominant Mercedes Benz car turns black right in a large building that looks as if it is without occupants, the iron fence with magnificent carvings opened slowly followed by a security running around to welcome the arrival of the owner of the car.

The atmosphere instantly changed when people found out who had just come to visit at this time, the security hurriedly closed the iron fence that was there, where when he closed the door, someone got down slowly from the top of the car at the other end.

The storm was seen staring towards the front of the building that was in front of him for some time, he had not let out his voice at all since earlier.

someone was running around approaching himself, bowing their heads and welcoming the arrival of the Storm.

The man ignored, preferring to step with a firm and proud step moving towards the front, can be seen how the Storm gazed towards the front with his sharp gaze, he said, letting his feet step into a dominating white room within his vast tall building clearly defeats the vast field of his football.

As soon as the Storm entered the people who saw him immediately lowered their heads, as if already knew this was the fixed schedule of the man to visit someone on the top floor of the building.

It had been his habit during these few years, not changing one bit and always coming as per his time schedule.

Upon arriving at an elevator door, the Storm allowed itself to stand there for a moment where a man lowered his head towards the Storm and opened the elevator door in front of them quickly.

"Master"

the man paid his respects, did not stare at the Storm and wait for his master to enter the elevator.

The storm with an indifferent motion went straight in there without making any sound, he did not even stare at the male figure earlier at all, ignoring the welcome as well ignoring everyone just like that, he said, for her she does not have to be friendly with anyone, because she absolutely does not need anyone, who needs her is obviously the people who continue to stand around her, she said, they need compassion and money not hospitality.

And loyalty happens when the Storm has it all, he can buy anyone including the self-esteem of someone with his wealth coffers, but when the Storm is at its lowest point, no one would kneel down or help him.

it has become a basic human nature.

The storm was clearly mocking her.

As soon as the elevator doors closed, Storm was seen staring upward, noticing the number of the moving elevator slowly changing each of its numbers by its own, and, he let his sharp and flat gaze continue towards the elevator number, without the expression displayed by the man.

Long enough he waited until finally the elevator stopped on the floor number where he was supposed to be, the man slowly came out of the box room as soon as the elevator door opened.

As he exited the elevator door, two men dressed in white lowered their heads, let the ruler move to the right side and it is certain in which direction the man will step and move.

The storm immediately moved to his right side, walking towards one door at the other end, where there were two people standing guard on his left and right side.

As soon as the Storm arrived there, the two burly, large and tall men with muscles adorning their bodies immediately lowered their heads towards the Storm.

Then one of the two opened the door of the room to be headed by the Storm.

Klekkkkkkatka.

Csssshhhh.

Takkkkk.

Within seconds the door opened, featuring one dominating white room that was quite spacious, where when the Storm stepped its feet, can be seen in the middle of the room can be seen one bed that stands firmly with various equipment on the left and right sides, one body is seen lying on top of it in a powerless manner, close his eyeballs and look asleep so soundly, where in each limb filled with various kinds of hoses that continue to connect with each other.

one voice shocked him, The Storm did not reply at all, a man in his 45s and dressed all in white the doctor moved closer to him.

"Today looks better than ever"

the doctor said quickly.

The storm did not stop, just stared at the man for some time, until finally the doctor moved away from the storm and let the storm get his free time with the figure of the sleeping woman.

He moved out of the room where the Storm was moving more and more stepped in, approaching the helpless female figure slowly, he was sitting on a chair that had been there from the beginning, allowing himself to grab those small, soft, helpless hands.

The storm clasped tightly onto the palm, letting the back of his hand cling to the Storm's cheek slowly.

He tried to enjoy their usual togetherness, where the man did not talk much trying to arrange the figure of a helpless woman in front of him.

"Did you miss me, baby?"

One line of questioning darted from behind the man's lips, he closed his eyeballs for some time, letting the back of the young woman's hand continue to gently stroke his cheeks.

"I miss you so much, your voice, your smile even all of it"

said Storm quietly.

A moment of silence ensued between them, the storm did not resume its words, choosing to enjoy their moment of togetherness for some time.

Long enough until finally the Storm re-opens his voice.

"You know, honey? Now they have been slowly destroyed, even now the man is sleeping like you, in the same position also with conditions that are not much different"

the man spoke in such a flat and cold tone, his eyeballs looking so horrible, sharp and vengeful.

After saying so, the Storm released the frail hand, he placed the hand slowly on the side of the white domineering mattress, the man stood up, and the man stood up, choosing to squat his body then whisper softly behind the ear of the woman.

"God will even lose his sister exactly as he made you disappear from my life slowly"

The storm continued again then, after which he moved straight up, turned around slowly and then walked out of there.

As soon as the door closed, one hand gesture from the woman was visible.

One movement.

Two gestures.

Three moves.

It happens by reflex.

The name of the God that was glued by the lips of Storm the older brother made the figure respond perfectly.