The Ojek That's My Soul

Obviousness

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"Suster!"

Rojali shouted while chasing the nurses in white uniforms.

"Sorry, we want to take the tools and the blood stock." The nurses passed by, leaving questions that hurt in the heart.

Making bad thoughts instantly flashing down on reason.

Fatimah embraces the body that is instantly limp.

The second bodyguard was intending to approach, but was immediately restrained by the delicate armband of his master's son-in-law.

"Mom, God be well, please don't think of the macems first,"

"Think of the positive, because it could be a do'a for mama,"

"We follow Jihan to musholla yuk, do something useful for the recovery of mama." The soft words of Fatimah were heard in the middle of the heart.

Dragging the consciousness that had been swayed by despair.

Verily the devil is pleased when you are slumped and wail.

Until your heart is closed to the possibility of divine power.

Fatimah took her husband through a lonely hospital hallway.

Rojali's pair of black irises instantly enlarged, as the elevator doors opened and displayed a figure that had been questioned by him.

The pair of sharp neutrals clashed with a split-second glance.Until the gaze of a half-century man turned, to a graceful figure who stole his attention.

The handbooks of Rojali are seen clenching, the firm jaw hardening.

However, the grasp accompanied by a gentle swipe from the woman beside him, was able to melt those emotions for a moment.

The incident did not escape Adiguna's observation.

He caught a glimpse of the woman at the side of the son whom he truly longed for.

That gaze seemed to imply a pent-up and torturous feeling.

Yes, Fatimah as can be guessed, who is the man who just came out of this elevator.Even from his gaze alone, he can feel the wound and longing.

Adiguna and some of his guards walked firmly, passing through a pair of frozen couples, without turning their heads without a word.

As if they did not know each other, the face was expressionless.

But who knows the heart of man?

Rojali closed his eyes, trying to expel the raging feeling in his heart.

He wanted to scream as loud as he could, clawing in front of his face.

Because to hurt him, even a fingernail Rojali would not have the heart.

Why is your dad so hard-hearted?

When will he realize, that all that he maintains will take away all that he has.

*Flash back on*

In a tall skyscraper building, a middle-aged man grasped the edge of the window.Seeing he squeezed it strong, in order to withstand the great turmoil in his heart.

If this was his private office, he really would not hesitate to destroy this window even though.

He who has just arrived and wants to meet directly with his colleagues, must now leave to return to his home country.

It just so happens that the weather in the white elephant country is not friendly, thus disrupting the flight runway.

Resulting in his return delayed until the next few hours.Padahat clearly, he has postponed all his agenda today.

Although he has hired the services of a private jet, it would still be very risky if forced to fly when the view is limited by the fog up there.

"Dirga Mahesa!I won't forgive you."

Adiguna grinds his teeth, his face looks hardened and stiff.

That cold face was increasingly looking frozen with an unreadable expression.

Which is then answered with a nod of the head.

Adiguna turned around, and now he is seen taking off his suit and walking to the balcony at the end of his room.

He needed fresh air to replenish the oxygen that was almost suffocating his lungs at this time.

Although the air seemed cool, but he felt his chest increasingly tight as if squeezed hard and heavy objects.

He would not be able to, if he had to lose the woman he loved in this way.

*flashback off*

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Meanwhile somewhere.

"How's it?"ask a mature brown-skinned man, with an elongated scar on his left cheek.As well as a tattoo that radiates from his right arm to his shoulder.

Carving dragons in dark green and red, painted with aesthetic on exotic skin.

Water dripped from all over his body that had just climbed from the vast swimming pool in the luxurious mansion.

Then he put on a towel cloak given by his loyal bodyguard, who was standing there waiting for him.

"He's not dead yet, sir" replied the plainclothes man.

With a small earring embedded in the lobe of his left ear.

My hair was messing with sweat that flooded his temples.

Maybe because it had been an hour more he stood in the hot sun.

"And here's the full report of the crime scene." The burly bodyguard placed a brown envelope on a round table by the pool.

While the old master was no longer young, but still maintained his body fitness.

Until his body shape is still gallant and not wrinkled.

Take it easy to sip that orange-colored cold drink.

"I believe in the way you work, Jo!"

"I guess that stupid woman is dying right now, and I'm just waiting for the destruction of that smart, smart-ass man!" The laughter of the man who was about half a century old, echoed throughout the luxurious mansion, which was deliberately built on a hill.

"But sir, there's bad news I just received," the bodyguard explained carefully as he lit a lighter onto the black cigarette smoked by the dragon-tattooed man.

The old man with the scar on his face frowned, then his sharp, sword-like gaze drew into the eyes of the bodyguard.

"You know, I don't like to receive bad news, do you?"

"Ta, but_Master, this is about Adiguna Brotoseno's son," stammeredly and slightly trembling the bodyguard spoke.

Prong....

"Don't mention the name of the goddamn thief!" hardik the tattooed man while throwing whatever was in front of him.

The bodyguard regretted, he thought this was the right time to report the news.It turns out he was wrong, but his master still had to know.

"Sorry, sir, but you should know this news, that his son Adiguna was still alive," he explained by venturing though somewhat trembling.Because the bodyguard very memorized the character of the master when already angry.

"It turns out you're trying to play me, use it." The man growled, his big hands clenched tightly, until the big black cigarette he was in his grasp shattered formlessly.

"You know what you have to do, Jo!And, I do not accept failure.Make the rancid thief give all his property and office to me."

The dragon-tattooed man passed after previously trampling on the contents of the brown envelope, which was already strewn under his feet.

The guard lowered his head slowly.

After he lifted his ferocious face, his lips flashed a deadly grin.

Haaa...

Must be on the frisson of mangosteen kan🤣🤣

chibi kabooorr used to.mo chase the inspiration who stopped by not saying anything.

Bayy️