The Foreign Softness

##Bab 29 Equally Has a Sad Fate

I could actually feel that other than this skin injury, there shouldn't be any bone injury, so my injuries weren't so severe. But Gabriel looked very nervous, he asked the doctor to do a thorough examination for me.

I don't want to get checked out, I just want to get back to that place quickly and look for my son.

When we both rejected each other's proposals. Gabriel's phone rang, he took it out of his pants pocket and replied, "Son Candra ...."

At that moment, my breathing stopped.

Every time someone calls Candra in front of me, it will make my heart beat faster.

"Sister Candra, now I can't go, I was driving and ...."

Gabriel looked at me and fell silent with a gaping mouth. I know, she doesn't know what to call me now.

"My name is Clara Kistanto" I replied coldly.

"Yes, Clara. I just hit him with my car."

Gabriel's thick eyebrows frowned, my new name obviously made him very uncomfortable, his tone became a little aggressive.

I'm not listening anymore. The doctor treated my wounds. Anti-inflammatory drugs applied to my wounds, I was in pain to scream.

Gabriel's coming in again. When he saw my face paled with pain and my forehead was sweating coldly, he grabbed my shoulder and said loudly to the doctor, "Slow-pants!"

The doctor glanced at Gabriel with a very strange expression, "If it hurts, find someone else to treat!"

Gabriel knows what he's wrong, he doesn't make a sound anymore. The doctor continued to treat my wounds.

By the time everything was over, it was already midnight. Gabriel drove me back to Cindy's apartment. When I got out of the car, he came to pick me up. I refused, "I can walk alone."

Gabriel was standing next to the car, he looked awkward. As I was about to leave, Gabriel said behind me, "Clara, have you heard of Joan Purnomo?"

I frowned. Joan Purnomo, isn't she the head of the mafia in this town who runs a white and dark business? I had never met him, but the man's name was no stranger. When I was in college, I heard that name.

It is said that he runs all the nightclubs in the city. He was not easy to meet with anyone, but if someone provoked him, that person losing a leg or a hand was a light punishment.

"Why?"

I don't know what Gabriel called this guy's name for, I looked back to see him.

Gabriel shook his head, "It's okay. It's late, you go up and rest, I have to go too."

After Gabriel finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the parked car in the darkness, he opened the door and entered. The car quickly sped away, I climbed upstairs in doubt.

Why did Gabriel mention Joan? I didn't know and I didn't want to think about it either, so I went straight into the apartment. When I lay in bed, my body still feels very painful, I roll over for a long time and can fall asleep.

When I woke up, the sky was clear. I checked my phone, it's nine in the morning. I opened Whatsapp and immediately saw a post from a friend "if you can turn back time", sell shophouses on Jalan Melati with an area of 30 m, the price of 20 million.

In my ear it sounds like "ting", 20 million?

I rubbed my eyes and looked carefully, it really costs 20 million.

Is this guy crazy?

I don't know how much shophouses on Jalan Melati cost per square meter, but I've seen Cindy's new home shophouse, costing 100 million per square meter. Even if the Jalan Melati section was more secluded, it should cost no less than 60 million per square meter.

My heart was pounding, I imagined such a cheap house while thinking it must be impossible. I sent a message to "if I can turn back time", 'Is what you said true?'

That person quickly replied to my message, 'True.'

I immediately asked again, "Why is it so cheap, won't you lose big?"

There seemed to be silence for a while. After a few minutes he replied to me, "I'll tell you when I meet you."

I was excited for a while. If this is true, don't I make a big profit?

Although it is somewhat reprehensible to buy a house worth hundreds of millions at such a low price, but both sides do so willingly, one willing to sell and the other willing to buy. Why am I feeling sad like this?

Currently, I made an appointment with "if I can turn back the time", I will meet in front of Jalan Melati shophouse at 3 pm this afternoon.

Before I left, I prepared everything carefully, a bank card that kept my savings for several months, a small bottle of chili oil and mustard oil stuffed into my cheap bag. I can't guarantee whether that person is a liar or a pervert, chili oil and mustard oil is just in case.

At three o'clock, I came to Jalan Melati as scheduled. I found the shophouse "if I can turn back time". Through the thick glass door, I could see the chaos within, as if someone had destroyed it. But I can vaguely recognize that the house should be a beauty and nail salon.

There was a man wearing a black suit standing behind the door, he was holding a black briefcase in his hand. When I entered, he turned around then raised his hand and pushed the black-framed glasses, then said nonchalantly, "You've come."

"You're "if you can turn back time"?" my many.

The man said, "Rubber."

Only then did I notice this man, he was so thin with black hair and a polite demeanor.

Seeing me looking at him, the man threw away his face and said lightly, "I am a college teacher. My wife opened a small shop. When I was busy working, she went on a date with her boyfriend at this store. One month ago, he and his girlfriend went on a tour, their car fell off a cliff and the two died together. When the police called me, I found out that my beloved wife had been cheating on me for three years."

"This shop is the legacy of my wife's parents. Both of his parents are dead. Now my wife is also dead, this store is mine and I don't want to keep anything from her" the man said, lighting a cigarette. He looked slightly excited, his fingers holding the lighter trembling. It took him a long time to light his cigarette.

The man smoked another cigarette, before speaking he calmed his emotions, "I threw away all his belongings, clothes and jewelry. Everything that could be thrown away I threw away and I sold it for a cheap price. This store if kept only adds to my frustration. Selling expensive is too important. He's also not worth the price of 20 million."

The man spoke more and more excitedly. She could barely control her emotions, while I was also very sympathetic towards this man.

He was betrayed too. The situation looks worse than me. I still have a chance to take revenge on that bastard, but he didn't even have a chance to slap that bastard.

After a while, the man's mood had stabilized. He took something out of his briefcase, "I'm carrying a contract. You can sign it, then we'll go to the housing management department to certify."

The same person had a miserable fate. Me and the man before me had almost the same experience, which made me feel the same sympathy for this polite man.