The Fate of Love Ceo Psyco

Bright Point

Is it true that he is Rinduku.

My heart rate was irregular, as the woman in front of me began to look into these eyes.

Many questions that stopped in my heart, making me challenged to know who the woman in front of me is.

"Your father is in my study. Let the waiter get it. Now you go in the room and rest, you're still sick" I said flatly.

My cold attitude somehow evaporated where if faced with this woman. She was a beautiful woman, although many of the hand and leg injuries I knew were punches or lashes.

"Sorry my master is troubling you"

"It's my duty to take responsibility for what happened to you this afternoon. Now you rest and don't forget to eat first. The food is in the kitchen, if you don't like the food, just tell the waiter to prepare the dishes you want"

The sweet smile that was engraved on his lips, made me feel drunk and entered into a memory of the past when I accidentally kissed Missing cheeks when a ball hit my head at school.

The old miss was a tomboyish and fierce woman. He didn't hesitate to hit a bunch of kids who bullied me to make me cry.

He is my light in the dark. A light for the path I must take.

The night has shown at one in the morning. I who had been unable to sleep, now took the initiative to go to work and open Liyani's bag to see the identity card and items that he believed would take him to his biological parents.

The identity card is clearly marked as Liyani Rindu Pratiwi and a cloth name tag that has been partially torn red, just like mine was in elementary school.

There is also a paper that reads the full address of a housing in the East Jakarta area that is handwritten which I think the writing is not so foreign. I've seen it on one of the contract papers. I need to find out who this girl really is.

The morning came and the wind whispered softly in my ears. I open my eyes very excited, but the clock shows the time is still at 6 am. The endless smile was engraved on my lips. I set foot to the door of my mother's room and saw a woman sleeping with a beautiful and innocent face. Her beautiful eyes were now tightly shut. Until the moment my hand will gently rub his head he was rummaging indistinctly.

"Hey lady wake up! wake up Miss "I pat her cheek a few times.

Until he finally woke up and hugged me very tightly while crying.

"Please take me home, don't hurt me"

Gently rubbed his head several times, the pounding of my heart never stopped when I saw or shaped this woman. I let her hold me, until she finally calmed down and let go of me.

" You're really why" I asked in wonder.

"aaaa.I often dream of being in a very dark and stuffy room. There was a figure of a man tying my hands and feet in a dirty wooden chair. He's talking about eliminating me and all my family. I remember he had an eagle tattoo on his right hand because I accidentally got his shirt so tight that he made some of his clothes torn and he hit my head again on the wall. I don't know who he is or what he wants from me. I believe he was an enemy of my father and mother, because he kept saying that father was the reason why he was destroyed" she explained to me.

"So you remember some of your mass events?"

" Yes, I remember some of it. Before I only remembered the time in a car my head hurt and was bleeding but when I cried two men smothered my mouth and covered my head with a cloth. Until I woke up a song in a dark and stuffy room with white clothes that were dirty and hands that were still tied. After that I only remember the time at the house of Malik's father and Asih's mother. My adoptive parents are in the village"

Actually 95% I'm sure that he really miss my little girlfriend first. But I must not be rash, trusting strangers because of their similar appearance to my first Love.

"Wake up, it's morning you have to get ready to eat and I'll help you go find your real parents" I said as I passed.

A big question mark now appeared in my mind. If it is true that he is Missing, most likely some of his memory was lost shortly before he got into the car because he got a bump on his head, plus the second time when he was in a dark temoat. A deep trauma can also make him keep dreaming the same thing over and over again like me. Although he forgets all the events in the real world, but in a dream he can clearly feel what he experienced first.

The eagle-tattooed man who kidnapped Liyani could be the same man who murdered my father and mother.