The Girl At The Club That Night

The Path that Starts to Open

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Finally Caca stopped crying as well when I invited him to approach a gulali seller to form a circular ring on a finger. His voice instantly turned brighter. Simply put, my happiness right now is his smile, an expression that a few months ago had vanished because of the fear of life.

His sweat fell off, poking out between the pores on his forehead. He stared as this hand rubbed gently, ending this activity with a long peck at the top of his head.

"What about our wedding plans?"

"We don't have to worry, chances are everything is only 40% more to be finished. Even Aslan has prepared everything, we just have to do the show."

"He's Brother's boss, right?" His eyes were glaring at the sugar ring.

I licked the ring prank in his hand until he screeched.

"Abang, what a slob." Caca patted my shoulder.

"Sweet know, want to try?" I put a ring of sugar on my ring finger.

Doubtful, Caca stuck out her tongue and licked the sugar ring, until we licked each other's rings. The laughter was created, so beautiful, so adorable.

"Sugary?"

"Sugary." He nodded in a style that exceeded the sugar on his finger.

"You likey?"

"Like, Brother."

"Sweet where's the same lips brother?"

Caca was dumbfounded, then he laughed while patting my chest softly. "Ih, you pervert."

"Don't like it."

"What?"

"You."

"Ish, what the hell?"

"Ca ...."

"Emm?"

"Say dong ..." whine I spoiled.

"What?"

"Tell me if you like your brother."

"What the hell is that? It's ah."

Hihi, I am very anxious to see the look on his face that is flushed like a tomato. Funny, pinch both cheeks until Caca grimaced.

"Go home yuk, Ca. You're tired, you're late afternoon."

The originally happy-looking roar instantly turned deathly pale in a state of wide-spherical eyes. What was? Moreover, my current position is facing him while bending next to the knee.

"Ca?"

GLAKES!

It was as if a sound was heard if Caca was swallowing saliva because of his nervousness.

These eyes were curious to the point of turning to see who was behind. As it turns out, that man, this diving man repeatedly tried to take my life in various ways.

He was already standing upright with the two bodyguards behind him. The man in the light blue suit, seemed to grin while folding his hands casually.

"How are you, nephew Om?" he said, touching Caca's face.

Instantly I clapped that disgusting hand. It feels, in a crowded state like this he will not be able to act freely, hopefully.

"You happy now? How does it feel to live outside? With this guy. Favoring right? Not being able to sleep well because of fear. Haha ..! Very like. I'm quite enjoying it" he sighed.

"Don't bother us!"

I knew the voice was being let out by gathering full courage, heard from how vibrating Caca's body was.

Please, dear Caca. Do not be provoked, you do not want our children why-why.

Unfortunately, the girl could not. He got up from his seat and clenched his hands together. I know, he will try to fight until I finally stand up and block Caca not to face directly.

"I know who you are." This face is made as detailed as possible so that I do not see the tension in my face. "Even some of the CCTV videos that they're crimes you have on me."

Herman smiled in anguish. "So, you want to fight me. What is the use of CCTV? You give it to the police can't ensnare me into the realm of law!" snapped it.

"really?"

"Yes, I have everything even if I do murder in front of them, there will be nothing to dwell on."

"Oh, you are grossly underestimating the law enforcement in our country. So look, maybe if it's against the money, I won't win easily. But ... How about this?"

"It's a recording of the sound." I turned off the tape.

"With that, you can't prove the tape is indeed my voice. Because the CCTV in that room is always dead."

"Oh yeah? Then what about this?" The photos in the room were seen on my hologram screen. "Not only the photos, but also the videos I have."

He turned his head harshly to that stupid fellow who had been beaten up by him this afternoon.

"Okay, Om Herman. I know who you are and how your relationship with Yanwar is. I am Alvin Yanwar, the son of Hapsari Pratama and Hadi Yanwar."

Herman gasped, his face turning stiff and pale.

"And I know, those five Yanwar men were your hired men who were charged with infiltrating our family. You are also the killer of Father Bima, a Father who has always fondled me every day that you kill!"

Success! Everyone who was originally busy with their respective activities immediately turned to us. Herman could say nothing but just hit it blank and left with his men.

"Woy! You failed three times to kill me! Now that I'm in front of your eyes, why don't you get that gun right now?! Lo coward!"

There was no answer, other than that three backs were getting away. I was tired, sitting among the people who returned to the scene after getting the free spectacle.

Caca also sat down, giving a bottle of water that he had prepared in his bag. The hand gently rubbed his back, even he hugged soothingly.

My body was shaken, my chest felt tight and squeezed to the point of these tears without a hitch. Crying, even this cry is not for my own biological father. Bima's father, how he considers me like his own son. I miss him, and I get sick the way he goes.

I know, who was the person who at that time got into the news on TV. Of course Herman Pratama is not a random person. The bartender at the club pointed out that the man in the corner of the room was the mastermind of all the destruction of Caca's life, and that's him, that bastard man.

Maybe, even if he kills me right now it's not hard. However, given his good name is indeed maintained neatly in the media, I think this is the reason why he said the police will not be able to subdue him.

Hem! So arrogant!

Instantly a smile was drawn on my lips, like there are other crazy ideas that I can make a daily game of cyber usability this time.

No, not to the reporters he could pay his mouth shut easily, but ....

...

Maybe Caca was tired until he fell asleep early in my lap. His face looked calmer than usual. Beautiful, this hand stroked her hair freely.

Lately, Juna is rarely home. He always came home late to sleep and in the morning was no longer home.

Under these circumstances, Caca enjoys more because it is not always colonized by her brother.

KLING'S!

[Good job, Alvin.]

That's a message from Aslan who came in suddenly to my phone.

Aslan sent me a video link that had no news of what it was.

I was astonished, it turns out the cyber effect can be as great as that to be able to be trending on youtube.

'Herman Pratama Accused of Killing'

'The brother of the Aslan Pratama Group is rumored to be Killing'

'Foundation Owner Who Has Looked Good, Herman Pratama Turned Hunters'

I don't know what else the title of the article that spread news about the man became an important highlight until there was one title that was so interesting.

'Herman Pratama Challenges the Law: The Police Can't Cases Me'

This is just the beginning, there will be other buzz that I will show to the world. Not always a warm and friendly face that has a heart in line. Unfortunately, even though he has been known as one of the biggest donors to a foundation.

It is certain, tomorrow he will do a press conference for clarification. The old song, everything I've thought through. Let him busy here and there explaining related to some videos that are circulated by the visitors at the center of the game.

From the beginning I was sure that those who recorded the incident would not let the video on his phone fill the memory. Yeah, that's why I screamed out loud.

Aslan's name was on my phone screen. He grinned for a moment before finally answering the phone.

"Great, Alvin. I thought he would show up there. Tomorrow's the day he's gonna have a press conference, you want to be here to destroy everything?"

"No, not just yet. I'll keep him busy with clarification before he's busy serving the inmates in jail later."

"Well, I'll wait for the time you move. Just set everything up, I'll facilitate."

"Emh, sir."

"Yes?"

"Thank you."

A moment of silence was heard before he finally breathed. "As long as you are able to take good care of Anastasya."

Yeah, maybe that's how he showed his attention. I don't want to be too overused with those words. Let's just say Aslan did teach me to respect women, like my mother used to.

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