The Marriage In Lost Memories

The Forty Six

Pov Alena's...

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Thirty minutes...

I laughed briefly.

Time there is only a few minutes. Devan let me meet him on purpose. But this is Jakarta. The near distance of time cannot be exact. But I'm sure time is on my side right now.

My eyes stretched out to pick up the kitchen knife that was near the stove.

Suddenly there was nervousness and self-doubt.

Without a second thought I immediately grabbed the knife and hid it in my pants pocket.

As he stepped forward, he hesitated, "Is this a trap from Devan?"

" I'll just make sure of his actions! " Take my other heart and put my doubts aside.

There were 2 guards outside. It's a little hard. I have to reason right. Makes this look like the way I escaped.

In a hurry I approached the main gate access there.

" Jordan's gone, huh?"

These two guards looked surprised by my arrival.

" It was a few minutes ago, Miss..."

"Addicted.. She missed her phone, I tried to chase her. Like it's still in front of the road deh" said I then immediately scatter from there leaving a sense of confusion from the 2 guards.

After reaching the door, I accidentally dropped the knife when I ran away.

I quickly turned around and picked it up, I didn't care if the guard saw it. That was my purpose. Leaving a message for them, I should have a strategy with what I'm taking now. Just in case Devan is like me. Because I never know what my meeting will be like.

They were chasing but I was hunting gas even almost one of them got hit. My steering wheel swerved and turned free from their pursuit.

I'm sure after this they immediately report to her employer. And I have to hurry before Jordan stops everything.

I continued to drive this car at high speed, the distance to where he reached was only a few hundred meters from here.

My eyes glanced back at the knife on the dashboard. There was doubt coming back. Moreover, the fact that the truck attacked me was not Devan but his uncle Jordan.

Is it possible that the previous terror was also his uncle Jordan?. But my fear when it was real it was Devan. He's been saying it himself and I've always had constant nightmares. And the shadow of the dream came back, this must be her doing!

I growled at my instincts.

In the conversation Jordan himself did not say his uncle did terror on me. Yes what his uncle wanted was my life directly, and Devan just wanted my baby to disappear. If he wanted to kill me long ago, he would have wiped me out.

About 18 minutes I reached the apartment building.

My second step is security there.

I immediately went in there and said hello to the stale base of a security who is only alone.

" Night sir! " Who am I friendly.

The man turned and looked at me.

" Night as well Miss, how can I help you??" The spirit is no less friendly.

" I want to go to this number on what floor ?"

This security saw the door number Devan sent.

" Oh this is Mr Alex's floor right?

" yes. Mr. Devan Alexcander Humours "Reply with my full name Devan.

This Security sir is seeing me without a doubt. " His top floor Miss! I want to take you, right?

" No need sir! Thank you" I said, nodding my head and passing. The security man also nodded with a brief smile.

I deliberately asked there for later if anything happened Jordan easily found me on which floor I was going.

This step goes straight to the elevator door there.

"I think I'll get caught quickly if it's true to kill Devan, but it's better than me having the burden of a lifetime. The man has to pay his life with his life" My side of anger is re-ignited.

The elevator door almost closed back as I tried to break through.

I squeezed the highest floor figure, it looks like the floor is a penthouse.

Penhouses are usually apatement units located on the upper floor that are distinguished from other apartment units. A place that has an area many times that of the apartment units below.

The elevator leading to the 32nd floor was open. I came out with quick steps. It looks lonely there. There were only a few hallways and the number of doors I was looking for was in front of the clear plastered.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Once I get inside I can't back down anymore. Alright.. I'm already here. He must have been waiting for me.

"Kriiiiiieeet

The door creaked as I pushed.

The door was unlocked, Devan really just wanted to make me look a joke to him, what he thought I really didn't dare to hurt him!!!

I walked slowly with my eyes.

The living room there is very spacious luxury, this is indeed a penthouse.

If under normal circumstances I would be amazed at the features there.

And that guy wasn't there. Did he hide first? I returned to the side of the luxurious room. Even his existence I cannot feel.

Until I saw a room door open wide. It's dark but my instincts lead there.

Devan's taking me on hide-and-seek! Okay I followed the steps.

I went into the dark room until I saw a fire. There was a candlelight on the table facing a window left half open, and the other side of the rest was darkness. I could see the chair there where he called me. I was in the place Devan meant.

But the man was neither in that seat nor the bed next to him.

Kriiiiets.

Brucks

The door behind me closed itself in a loud voice. It surprised me and almost screamed.

" Stop playing hide and seek Devan. I'm here before 30 minutes! Where are you" cried me with a broken breath. Nervousness runs through the darkness there.

Tinkering and small flames were seen behind the door. I can see the man there leaning with an oversized cardigan covering his body with a low white shirt neck, his next leg holding a wall, he looks relaxed, he looks relaxed, different from me who sometimes can not control my wastes. I got my back waist where I slipped the knife.

He smelled a cigarette there many times

" Hmm your guts are pretty big too.. Alena" said this man then threw away his cigarette casually. Smoke plumes are not very clear but the smell of smoke like directly contaminating the available oxygen supply.

He then walked slowly to get my heart back on track. Where was my courage? This man is dangerous in any way but no. I have to make him pay for what he did to my son.

I didn't move from there.  The more here Devan's face is more visible following the candlelight back there. The aura is very strong, the aura is intimidating, I will not waver. A little more I can reach his body if he's like me.

" You did it! You made my son die!" Speak with hunting breath! " You sent me that baby doll?? It freaked me out"

My voice is choked with my own heart.

" Yes.. That's me!"

Answer this b*jerk guy! While dropping his cigarette on the floor. Stomp him to the point where the fire was extinguished.

My emotions are soaring!!

" You were pregnant when we weren't officially divorced! The baby deserves it!! " She said with high emotion, her voice rising.

It felt like my legs were squeezing, a sense of dizzy attacking me. The shadow when I was pregnant flashed, the fetus that is getting bigger in my stomach day by day I wait for the child to be born only 1 month more my child will be born in this world and He is a human who has lived in my stomach and this guy killed him!

" You are indeed bre*gsek Dev.., a murderer!! I took a few steps forward and slammed the knife into his shoulder.

But he quickly held my hand. My power is being played back here! He was always superior.

" You're just gonna give me a little injury! This is my heart!" He pointed to his left chest.

Puddingy

I can feel the pointed knife there stabbing a hard piece of meat. And it looked fast as Devan's power pushed him in. The terrible sounds and slices of meat I felt until something got in the way, the knife hit the ribs of the chest.  I held the knife firmly. Is he crazy making me stick that knife right in his heart he can die instantly!! My hand shook violently, and he held my hand even stronger.

" Why arrested, did you watch me just enter the IGD? You want to kill me. Do again..." His words there still sound normal.

His hand pulled me again and made this knife even deeper and twisted spontaneously I felt nauseous. Seeing the white t-shirt there had absorbed fresh blood, the dark color of blood was like a spark that spread when the batter fell into a pool of oil. Then my hands slipped off I shivered in fear.

The moans were held back, but I could feel the pain very deeply.

" Let's go a little, let's go! You want to kill me!! You want to avenge the death of that child!! You did Alena"

Devan's mouth spits out fresh blood. He even coughed. His blood came out more and more and more.

I looked at her confused as well in shock at what was happening.

Devan can't jump his body. He fell bent down on the floor with his hands as his bodyguard. His head lowered, blood was seen coming out of his mouth and chest.

I'm getting panicked

" You should go to Dev's hospital.. " I pushed his shoulders and my eyes pined at the cardigan sagging. There's a burn there that's still wet. I saw his hand there was also a big burn.

At first glance it was like a shadow when the hand was full of wounds that pulled me out of the car that night.

" this...

Something hot is creeping up and out.

" you.. Dev.. Explain it to me.." I screamed and hated this man.

" What's up, Alena.. ?why don't you stab me deeper?" He then coughed up blood again. His blood spurt into my neck.

" Do you stop killing me! Remember I killed your son! I'm bombarding

" Stop! You can lose a lot of blood" I yelled, not wanting to hear his words.

" Do you still love me when you see me like this" He still mumbled with a smile that seemed to endure the pain there.

I think I'd like to laugh. Silly words.

Then it was very dark. The candle flame there was blown to death by the wind coming from the window.

Panic overpowered me. I can't see the situation like this

I felt and was getting hit because I touched the knife again. I'm afraid I'll deepen the knife again. He can't die! That's what I think! Inversely proportional to what I intended when I came here.

There were short breaths there and my knees were feeling sticky. His blood seeped onto the floor quickly and the smell of blood re-smelling strongly made my sense of dizziness increase.

I looked for his head and put on my thighs felt his nose, his breath still there but very little.

" Don't be like this Devan... You're baj*ngan's killer.. Why are you like this" I cried out in frustration. " If you die I want to torture you first! It's not that easy you die" my screams with tears.

I heard her light laughter in her short breath.

" This is what you want. I will not interfere with your life again! This is worth your son's death! My trail will disappear after this. I congratulate you on your upcoming marriage, be happy"

" Stop talking! You're stupid"

" I killed your son" he said again as if to continue provoking my emotions.

I should have pricked this knife again so that he would die instantly. But for real I just cried. A sharp pain. I lost my son and that's his son. Then this I'll lose her.

I think the world is playing me. I should be happy, right. He and his tracks will be completely gone.

But a strange pain that I could not imagine in this heart.

"Tolooooong"

I screamed loudly until the vocal cords almost broke. I put Devan's head on the floor and crawled up and felt like I was looking for a door there. My steps were more rushed when the sound of coughing and breathing there were gone.

The door handle I pulled.  I got out of there like crazy even to the point of slipping. Devan's slippery blood made me fall. I got back up and ran out hoping someone was there to help me out to save Devan.

I don't want him to lose his life that's what I'm hoping for right now.

Upon reaching the main door I was shocked when the door was pushed there was Jordan with his phone in his ear and another vibration in my pocket was also felt. My stratagem went well. It came at the right time.

Jordan saw me startled let alone my hands full of fresh blood.

" What's going on!"

" Call the ambulance J.. Devan all the time" My cry was so relieved to see Jordan there, my body shed at that moment "he's in that dark room please save him" Show me again.

Jordan ran into the room. I see the lights there alive.

I feel my body is so soft as boneless. This breath is low. I was really afraid of losing his life. The life of one who took my son's life!

I stiffened my legs and got up from there. Walk quickly to the lit room.

" Call an ambulance immediately! There's a dying man here! " Jordan said there with a cell phone stuck to her ear. He screamed loudly.

I'm squandering there. I saw how much blood was pooling the marble floor and Devan was lying with a very white face. His eyes were closed which made me weak, the knife I was carrying was still stuck there.

Not long after the door there entered the medics who immediately mobilized their energy to provide first aid to Devan.

My body was directly in Jordan's tombang from behind, we were just busy with things up ahead there with a great sense of shock of course.

The paramedic moved Devan's body into a stretcher and immediately lifted the room.

I ran following with a daze.

Devan was put in that elevator. There's no place for me.

I let them take her. I can use the emergency stairs.

I looked for the stairs and ran there immediately.

I don't care if it's high upstairs.

I want to be next to Devan. Make sure he's alive.

Ladder by step I go down, this leg until it feels very weak but these legs do not stop to continue down. I kind of lost my mind running around in this kind of fidelity. I feel tired ignoring.

Ciiitt

My stomach ached suddenly, and this head was dizzy. My grip is a little weakened, no! I'm not gonna stop.

With a weakened breath my legs kept coming down. Even when you close your eyes, it feels like everything is spinning.

Another bit..

I see in front of that basic door. I smiled pias and the pain in my stomach made me want to vomit. I feel my waist. I don't know whose blood this is. I saw my palms bleed. Is it possible that my surgical sutures are open or that this is Devan's blood.

I ignored it until my door handle opened there.

My breath hunts sharply. The view is also getting blurry.

I saw medics there just got out of the elevator. Even for now I'm proud of myself for catching up to the speed of an elevator that's over 30 stories high.

I drag this leg with the shadow spinning there. Maybe now I look like a zombie that has arrived.

It was seen how some people looked at me in shock, and there were people shouting with an indistinct voice heard me, they were shocked to see my condition was drenched in blood and there were droplets from the tip of my foot.

The place turned back around until this leg feels like Jelly.

I fell in front not far parmedis there and the sound of screaming and people there was heard.

I felt my nose on the oxygen tiptoes and my weak body being moved to the stretcher.

" lena.. Ye.. Ga papa?" I saw in front of me Jordan following the officer's steps there. I shook my head and we looked away when one of the medics picked me up in the ambulance. The front door was closed and I could see Jordan saying nothing. I Ignore her.

My breath feels tired. But when I turned to my right side there was Devan who seemed to be asleep. His face was covered in medical devices, almost blocked by the object. But his eyes closed as if asleep.

The sound of the tool there also broke the silence there. The hand I touched felt so cold as a chunk of ice.

I feel my tears flowing seeing Devan like that. His body seemed helpless. Where is the toughness of him that I know. I want to mock this guy. Mocking him and making his self-esteem sag to the bottom. I want to do it if he opens his eyes now. I wanted to argue with his mouth to see the look of anger that was going out and the sharp look in his eyes was with a murderous look. I don't know why I miss the way I get angry and stare at me.

I almost coughed when I laughed. This is my deed! It's me who did it! I stabbed that knife in there. And his life is at stake right now.

The roar of Devan's heart machine with a long sound. My body feels very weak. I can't get up. I saw a medic there looking panicked and I don't know what he was doing. 1 My hope is Devan don't leave.