The Girl At The Club That Night

Ca, Brother Tired ....

FOLLOW, RIGHT? DON'T FORGET LIKE!!!

No way!

What kind of joke is this?

Him, bokap me?

Nah! It feels like being hit by rocks to squeeze the chest so tight felt. Oh, what kind of joke is this? Not very funny!

"Alvin, your decision to marry that girl, you will regret it!" He cried when I got up to leave him.

Enough's enough! This can't be left anymore. I grabbed his collar and gripped tightly.

"Enough!" exclaim me. "Don't go on with that ridiculous joke!"

Argha!

All eyes stared as this hand unhesitatingly punched the table until it suffered a slight damage. Hadi's eyes stared intensely, no resistance or anything of the sort.

Sick of it! I prefer to pass to avoid more shameful things.

"Alvin, the father who separated us, also caused the death of your stepfather!"

Stupid fuck! I don't care anymore even though he has to pry his own eyes for proof. Tired, not because of work. However, the ridiculousness of destiny is what makes my heart so tired.

The apartment security asked a question when I saw my hands covered in blood and splashed. Maybe worried, but I did not respond so much to press the elevator button to the floor where my unit is located.

Astonished, it was from there that Aslan came out of nowhere and went where.

"I'm looking for you," he said. For a moment his hand glanced towards the hand that was still covered in blood.

"For?" As if he didn't care if he was my boss.

"I see you're so exhausted. Go, about the work we can continue tomorrow."

The presence of Aslan still holds a mystery. He seemed to come to watch. What exactly is this? Why so complicated?

Anastacia. The girl always knew I was home. The smile that rose when the door opened instantly vanished at the sight of blood still pouring out on my hands.

"Devents."

He restrains the body that now rests on him. I'm tired, I need a sedative that can eliminate all fatigue struck.

Ca, Brother tired ....

The girl took a long breath. I know exactly what's in his heart. He must be upset, panicked, worried. However, lately his maturity is slowly starting to appear.

"I'm taking the medicine box, okay, Bang?"

"No need, it's quite like this." It was barely even heard.

"Brother's hand is wounded."

"Although the hands are healed, the heart is still wounded, Ca."

I looked at that sad face. Alternately, both eyes I looked closely at. Even if this girl's father is guilty, it doesn't mean he's wrong, right?

I don't know what influence came into me. Everything seems to come suddenly. My meeting with Mr. Hadi, with Aslan, why did it have to happen?

It feels like I myself want to throw Yanwar's name out of my life.

"Abang ..." whispered. "If you have doubts about our marriage, I understand."

No, there's no such thing at all. "Abang just needs you not to go, Ca."

"I won't go, Brother .. but take care of the wound." He remained softly persuaded.

With painstaking care his hands bandaged this wound using the gauze available. Caca was gentle, even from this close distance she looked even more beautiful in my eyes.

The desire to see my birth certificate that has not been touched for a long time. The girl smiled, she let my body lie down and lifted the blanket. Like a mother who kisses the forehead of the child who does not dare to sleep alone.

Sepi, Juna also seems not to have come home after he said earlier to eat out with Laksmi.

The paper that I had never ignored was finally grasped as well. The name is written perfectly. My eyes were wide-eyed when the name Hadi Yanwar was really there.

Why is this event so complicated? Argha!

Instantly this head feels dizzy twisting every memory that has ever happened in my life. Starting from Dad's call, how the man treated me like a child himself, until the accident in front of the eyes that impact on leaving a stepfather who never considered me and Mother as someone else.

My memory regained consciousness when Caca came over with dinner on the tray.

"You don't get too tired, Ca."

The girl smiled. "I'm not tired, it's my brother who has to take care of his health."

He smiled and blew the sauce that was already in the spoon. "I make seaweed soup, hopefully you like it."

I caressed her face. "You should eat this much. Let Dede baby be healthy too." Seraya gently caressed Caca's stomach. "You got nausea, honey?"

He shook. "I'm good, Brother. Appetite is good too. Cuman ... lately often dizzy. If the problem smells like nothing."

"Take our son."

Lately, I have been very fond of this girl. He patiently blew on the soup before it came into my mouth.

Caca, if that were true, your father destroyed our family, somehow you accepted it later.

...

His eyes were observant glancing at the clockwise direction, even he greeted with only a dongakan head.

"Morning, Sir."

"Good, you better understand before I finally explain." His eyes cynically glanced towards the wrapped hand. "Did yesterday have a problem?"

There's no answer. Because I know for myself if he does have a lot of eyes and ears out there.

"Please come to my room."

I just tailed behind him following Aslan Pratama's broad steps. That man, even his wife did not fade in the slightest in the state of the office that had just been there were only the two of us.

"Please sit down" he said.

"Related yesterday, I already know about your meeting with the leader of Yanwar Samudra Group. What are you guys talking about?"

I clenched my hands that were already clenched on the table.

"We're not talking about work."

"Well, I'll give you a private vehicle to use."

"It's only been a day?" I'm aghast.

"Yes. Whynot? You are entitled. So did I give to the previous employee."

Very easily he said. Giving a car to an employee who has just one day in office, is it not excessive?

"This is the car key, it can be used from today." He thrust that thing forward.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to reject the goodness of the Father, but my car can still be used. Thank you." Thank you." I tried to refuse as smoothly as possible.

Aslan smiled. "I just found someone like you this time. Usually, if my other employees give me the car, they're always happy."

I just answered with a smile.

"alright. Please go back to your room. And if there's anything, don't hesitate."

Familiar with how to do it outside of work hours. Even if the office time has begun, Aslan's jaw will always harden and his eyes watch like an eagle.

...

It was a bit of the night after the meeting with a few clients today. Tired, tired all felt. A little sleepy, until almost the car hit the motorist in front there.

Damnit damnit!

Lucky nothing happened. The road is quite quiet because it has entered the area to the apartment. Back, like someone's been watching since then.

What else is this?

Why is it so hard to calm down even for a moment?

ARGH!

The sleepiness seemed to just disappear. Reemerged young souls tempest on the accelerator pedal even deeper.

Cumon Babe, go even faster. Not even reluctant to turn on music with the underground genre to make it more challenging.

This reminds me when I was in High School, so like to bother without caring about safety. Yes, even this seems to be a challenge in itself.

Damnit damnit! It seems that my age has only come here. This is also Juna's car that I borrowed because of a car that had an accident the other day. However, it feels a bit reluctant if you have to directly accept Aslan's offer this morning.

Sreeett ...!

Again the same vehicle blocking make this car cover up to the side of the road.

Wretch!

I'm really in a bad state right now. No one, it even looks so lonely like in a grave.

"Get out lo!" snapped at some of the same people the other day. The gun looks even more scary.

These people, didn't that make me crash anyway? What's their business exactly?

"Get out!"

BRACKET!

One successful hammer blow made the windshield of the car broke until the shards scratched the cheek.

Don't want to make things worse. There was no choice but to go out and fight. Foolish, the important thing is that Juna is not angry because his car is badly damaged.

"good. The brush!"

The call immediately made his group come over with various weapons in their grasp.

Again, Damn it! Ca.. pardon Brother for not being able to continue our grand plan. I LOVE YOU ANASTASYA'S.

THE DUAR!

The sound of gunfire blared into the air.

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