The Girl At The Club That Night

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Aarrgghh ...!

I pretended to grimace as if there was a problem with this leg and gripped it. Even deliberately tucking it even though it must risk being scratched and bleeding. Yeah, lucky the dent is just the left.

A white car stopped right beside me, he grinned and came down. His hands slapped a few times, maybe making sure I was alive or not.

Just give it a little movement. This forehead is indeed bleeding because it hit the steering wheel.

Open your eyes a little, but then close them again. As if God was on my side, he was not aware of the cell phone tightly attached to the windshield. I returned the recorder to it before he got out of the car.

"Alvin ... Alvin ... I don't know why God loves you so much." He opened the car door and just aimed at me.

"If God alone can't take your life, then I'll take your life!"

His hand almost grabbed the neck if I didn't reach it immediately to block it. He glared, but then his laughter boomed at my bloodied legs.

"You're dying right now. Can it still fight me?"

My eyes squinted for a moment making sure no one else was following him from behind.

"Why? We afraid I'm bringing people? Hem! They are all useless! Even getting rid of a brat like you isn't stupid!"

"Why?" The question finally came out of my mouth. "You Om me, why does it have to be like this?"

"Let go of my hand!" Those two hands were still locked in clutches ever since he was about to strangle me earlier. Still in place.

"No! Tell me why first?"

"Why did you say? Just ask your Papa!"

"Papa's dead, Om."

Beyond a doubt. The originally grimy sharpness was suddenly so sad.

"Your father's dead? Why?!"

"He killed one of the wives of his men who betrayed him."

"Why should someone else kill him?! Huh uh?! Say why?!"

"Om, isn't Mom Om's own sister?"

His eyes were as if glaring. Even his hands felt a little weakened. Herman's face is sad, even I can still see how the two eyeballs dew.

"Hapsari, she's a good girl" she said softly, barely sobbing. "Your barbaric grandfather. He married some women secretly, even all of his children were different mothers. I love Hapsari, and our relationship is still fine. Until finally the truth came. Hapsari severed ties unilaterally after learning we were one Father's brothers. In fact he prefers to marry men of the same character as our father."

For a moment his words paused with a breath so heavy it sounded. "I initially resigned, but ... Considering how that bastard treated your mother, I was angry! I'm wrathful! She even had another woman overseas when your mother was pregnant old!"

"It didn't happen that way."

"Not like that what?! Because you! The son of that bastard Hapsari is suffering! Damn child carrier! Even he is willing to suffer just for taking care of you! Fucking kid! You shouldn't have been born in the first place!"

His eyes were reddened to the point of watering withstanding anger. Both hands were again trying to grip my neck even stronger now.

"But Papa sent Bima's father to support us."

"Male? Haha ... Even that man I managed to kill!"

"Om ruthless!"

"Yes! I am cruel. And hope Hapsari's death can be avenged with your own life!"

"Om has tried to kill me several times, not even all the experiments have worked. Why not give up?"

"Haha ... Why should I give up? Seeing you dying, of course this is a profitable thing for me."

The hand was getting stronger breaking through until he managed to grab the neck of the hue which he then tightly blocked. Damnit damnit! This condition makes it hard for me to breathe. The phone was still on, until he turned his head and distracted himself.

BUKS!

My leg kicked him out. He staggered until he hit the road.

Let's get play, Baybe!

He is the one who has ruined my life all this time. People who have snatched away the peace, happiness, togetherness, even the love of Father and Mother. Papa, he is also the one who has caused the strain of our relationship, now loudly blaming you for all his mistakes.

BUKS!

One kick for Father Bima, back again punch on the chest for Caca who almost he damaged. One blow to his stomach for me even three times to hundreds if I hit will not be able to pay for all his mistakes. Papa, this is a blow to what he did to us.

BUKS!

He staggered after the final blow landed perfectly on his stomach. Bruises, maybe just how much. We can admit if I'm in self-defense with the death threats he's given. Just think of it that way.

Finish already!

He seems to have trouble getting up at the moment. I was about to walk away leaving him to the car and order a taxi online. Shortly thereafter, however ....

"Death now."

The baritone's voice managed to stop my steps standing without a sound. The laughter sounded thunderous again. I knew that in his hand he was clutched with a firearm with his mouth pointed at me.

I don't know, just let him do whatever he wants. Just let me die tonight, leave it alone because the evidence I feel is stored safely.

Please, if death is indeed the time to pick up. Please!

I spread out both hands while looking up to enjoy the friendly rain that fell tonight. Maybe this is a sign if it is time for me to be picked up in a jovial pleasure approaching.

Herman laughed widely as he unceasingly scattered. His footsteps felt closer and closer, even the thing was now up right behind touching my head.

It's time, it's time I took a deep breath, inhaling as much air as possible before finally crammed into the ground. Yes, this is the last time I saw the world, the last time I felt the rain directly, the last time ... Instantly remember if Caca was waiting at home in a state of worry.

"Sorry, Ca," I murmured before the end. These eyes are closed tightly and ....

DARPR!

...

Who died that night? Aslan again came as a rescue and shot right at Herman's wrist until injured and dropped his weapon spontaneously. At once Juna grabbed him and with the guards who came with Aslan also dragged Herman's body to be taken to the police station.

His hand was still wrapped in bandages, he sat in the defendant's chair complete with orange uniform attached to his body.

I smiled amused myself, when I remembered how beautiful the life that until now still did not want to escape even though death had several times tried to take away my happiness.

Some of the black world business that Herman runs became the ballast case that he experienced today, to make lawyers that he paid dearly to fight my lawyer was lost. The document seems to be proof, even the business that Herman runs has given a huge loss to the country.

Based on evidence, Herman was charged with premeditated murder. He had to serve the death penalty in this case. Yes, the death penalty. All evidence points to him, not least the results of Caca's body visa that requires his men entangled as well.

But anyway, I still have a conscience. Prefer to give life sentences instead of letting them die easily. I'm sure that life in prison is not as beautiful as imagined, especially for a case like this. Hope, he's Om I'll change. Yes, changed and consider me as his family too.

The video recording, I don't know who made it viral in cyberspace. And sure enough, only the incident in the car was recorded. Until the people who only knew Herman was the father of an orphanage foundation was immediately changed many who sneered.

"Ang happy?" Caca clasped my hand when we were both out of court.

I smiled, "actually sliced. Why should Om himself have such an evil mind."

"When?"

"Yes." Yeah."

For a moment I sat down to kiss and put my ear on Caca's stomach, pretending to be listening to my son's activities in there. I don't know, the secret of the photo hasn't been revealed yet. What I'm hoping for now is that the baby in Caca's womb was born safely. Maybe let it be, if there is an answer, I just smile and agree.

"You want girls what boys?" As we walked towards the car.

God always knows what is best for me, although this happiness must be achieved by means of bloodshed. Thank you, Father Bima, Mother, Wa Made, Doni and ... Papa's. Your heart will always be near me. With Jessica who is now a sister and best friend for Caca. In fact, he was always protective to regulate which foods should and should not be consumed by his brother-in-law.

Hemmm ... Now I can only smile, on this balcony, staring far away. All these trials are just the beginning. There'll be more heavy stuff, waiting for me there.

The End's

Alvin Yanwar's ....

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Actually this is the last part, but later there will be extra parts so that the 50 parts.