The Fate of Love Ceo Psyco

The same dream

"Continue looking for everyone who lives in this house! let no one escape" cried the masked man who was now in front of the closet.

I don't know how long I'll have to hold back the cries when all the robbers start to tear apart the entire contents of my house. Tears and sweat flooded all over my body, the sound of breathing that I now had to endure and the shouting that kept coming from my servants, keeping me shut and occasionally closing my eyes.

Till...

"Please don't hurt my wife, you can take all the money and jewelry in this house and my company's assets. I promise I'll never report this" said my father, shaking before the masked men who were now pulling my mother's hair.

"You want me to free your wife ha! you want to see! quickly bring this beautiful woman to the room next door and we do what we want !" with a rough, burly man and his men dragged my mother's body.

The cry that I held back from hearing the screams of the helpers, now can not be dammed when hearing the screams of the mother who was somehow with the demons.

The father who had been crying with his hands tied with a rope was now screaming at the mother's screams. Dad relentlessly banged his head very tight and tried to open the bond in his hand but in vain, now drooping limp over the pool of red liquid that came out of the forehead.

Laughter booming from the mouths of the demons sounded loud in silence tonight. Mother's cries and the cries of everyone in the house are no longer heard. I was the only one who kept crying and staring at my father's body, powerless limp from the top of the loft that I purposely made to store things. Gunfire began to be heard in some rooms.

I close my eyes and ears if gunshots are heard. Until the moment I opened my eyes, I now saw my father sitting and facing the skinny eagle-tattooed man in his right hand talking.

"When I asked you to take care of Nayla why did you drop her on Akbar's street! Why?" yelled the man.

"You know that she's a woman, and you leave her alone on a street full of depraved men?" ask again.

"Pardon me, I didn't mean to hurt Nayla. I didn't know that after I dropped him off on the street he had to be gone. If you knew what he had done to me in the car, you might not have done this to me. You know he's teasing me and doing what's possible if you see him, you'll do the same thing as me" explained the father in a voice that was now weakened

Without a second thought the man immediately shot me in the head so adventurous that fresh blood poured into the room.

"Dadzhhh"

Dreamlike.

This is a dream that happened to me 15 years ago. The dream that used to be my true story when I was 7 years old. I don't know when my trauma will heal and live a normal life like everyone else.

Thursday was the day I had to meet a beautiful angel and a great hero whose smile might never be seen again. Yes it was my Dad and my mom. The burial place I used to visit was an obligation I had to do every Thursday as an apology because when the murder happened I could only be a coward hiding in the attic without doing so anything at all.

I sighed the tears that escaped without me noticing and quickly went downstairs to immediately go to the funeral of father and mother. All the maids and drivers lined up neatly in front of the door to take me away.

"The food was ", said Bi Darmi, half-running around me in the car.

"Thank you bi" that's all I said to the old man who's been patient with me since the incident 15 years ago.

The wind blows and the sun is covered in clouds a sign that nature is crying over an event. Whether it's a happy cry or a wound cry like me, only nature knows. I opened the window and felt the wind blowing through my hair until I felt the car I was driving hit something.

"Sorry sir, I hit a woman" the driver said in a panic.

"You're blind or you're on purpose!" arga snaps at the driver.

Without a second thought Arga opened the door and carried the body of a beautiful woman dressed in shabbily into the back seat of his car. Fresh blood dripping from the girl's forehead made Arga close her eyes because she was afraid to see blood since the incident that hit her first.

"Quick the road "he said cold.

"Where is mister ?" ask the driver to Arga.

"We'll just go home. I didn't go to the office today."

The long haired girl unraveled making Arga a little curious about her hair-covered face. Without thinking long now he began to get rid of the hair that covered the face of the village girl who was now sleeping on his lap.

"Hindu" said Arga a little surprised.

The head of the girl who is sleeping. His slightly heavy breathing made Arga panic because it was possible that the girl he hit was feeling the pain he was suffering from.

His mind drifted to remember the good times when he was a child with an ignorant daughter and often teased him. Yes, he is Miss. The longing that always makes Arga laugh and cry when with him.

The face of the woman in front of him is very beautiful even though there are many wounds on the right cheek and hand. Unfortunately, the fate of the girl in his lap. Arga is convinced that this girl was the victim of torture, whether it was by her family or someone who was evil to her.