The Fate of Love Ceo Psyco

Past Times

Pov Liyani's

I looked at the stranger who helped me yesterday. He's so handsome and kind. It never occurred to me that I could like Mr. Arga who was very perfect.

I only raise the ashes that have good fortune to be able to meet a golden-hearted foreign man like him. The clothes he gave me were beautiful and made me much more confident in my appearance.

There was so much attention he gave me, which always left me devastated and hoping that he was the prince God created for me.

But unfortunately, it turns out he was looking for his heart lover who was none other than my little friend first.

The day we spent together. Even though I called him master, but deep down in my heart, I would like to call his name even if only with the status of a friend.

It's lucky to miss, to have a faithful man looking for him until this very second.

I went through the night with the same dream. In my dream, I cried and kept crying so that the abuser could free me from this dark room.

"Please let me go, I don't want to be here. Please let me go" I shouted very loudly.

Not long ago came a man carrying a daughter who was the same age as me who finally knew his name was Miss.

"Don't cry, I'm here" he said, hugging my body.

I felt warmth and peace in his arms. We laugh in this narrow room. I can't remember anything before I was here. All I remember was when I went to school and suddenly there was a man pulling my body and hitting my head.

Day changed. During the night we were only allowed to go to the bathroom to urinate and take a shower.

"Sir, Liyani kebelet wants to pee he said" said Missing one of the abductors"

"Be aware that you're lying"

Sangar's gaze is engraved on the fierce face of the kidnapper. The trembling me could only duck down and start to step foot towards the door. Until the moment I came out of the bathroom I got a punch right in the head that finally made me look dark.

I woke up with a quick breath and sweat that was running through my body.

A nightmare that always scares me for a stranger.

I remember, when I woke up from the beating, I was at my father's house and my mother in the village accidentally found me by the river.

"Thank God he is aware of mom" said the father with a smile that flourished.

"Masa sir? O Allah, thank God he has realized sir" replied the mother while carrying a bowl of compressed water.

"Son, what's your name?"

I thought for a long time that I asked about the uniform I was wearing when they found out because I had changed clothes.

"Oh yes, mom, take the clothes that I washed. See if it has a name or not. Maybe she lost her memory"

My mother left and left us behind the house. He seemed to be limping while holding my wet uniform in his hand.

"This sir, here is his name. Liyani Longs and there's a P at the end of it"

"Yes already, so your name is Liyani anyway nduk. Where is your house? and what's your name at the end?" ask the middle-aged man in front of me.

I remember every incident that happened to me. There is no clarity in my memory only the pain I can feel now if I remember all that. Probably because of the two blows the kidnappers are making me now in this house.

"Yes, you just rest. Don't remember too much. Later if you remember something tell us yes nduk"

Not long ago there were some residents shouting towards this house.

"Sir Karim, would like to see ndak in the next village found a small child who was washed away in the river" said the young man at the door.

"Astagfirullah, is there another child found in the river? it's really fucking crazy. There are a lot of kidnappings and crimes here. Only then did I find Liyani now there is another child who was found exactly the same in Bedukan River. Yes ma'am, I want to go see the boy first. Who knows if there is any information about Liyani. Poor him, must be his parents."

The sweet smile I gave my dad. Until the middle-aged man went with the young man earlier to see the little girl in question.

Even the night came. The sound of knocking from the outside makes the mother get up and walk the collar of the sound source.

"Assalamualaikum ma'am" said father.

"Waalaikum salam sir. How's it? any information about the kid? or is there any information about Liyani ?" greet mother.

"That's it ma'am. I have no information about Liyani. And regarding the child that was found, she had the same name as Liyani. Don't let her be a twin mom"

I, who had been listening to the middle-aged man, started to get up and ask him.

"Sorry sir, what's the girl's name?"

"His name is Liyani Rindu Inscription. She was found by the estate owner Kardi and said she would be adopted. Are you a twin with that kid?"

I shook my head and said no.

"No sir, I remember him. I remember when we were put in the same room. Besides I don't remember what"

"Yes, that's it. Later if you recover, I'll take you to see the boy. Maybe he knows about you. Now you just stay here with us. It just so happens that we don't have any children. So you may call us father and mother until you find your biological parents" gently rubbed my head. Flowing my blood felt the affection of both of them.

I spent the day laughing with them. Don't forget to visit Miss and play in her luxury home. We exchanged stories and exchanged toys. Missing clothes that were unused, he gave them to me. And I'm also very happy to be able to wear the good clothes he gave.