The Passion of Love of the Racer

Inner war

“One hundred, one hundred two, one hundred three ..”

Jihan counted while moving the legs of Wiliam who was sitting in a wheelchair. He did initial therapy so that the stiff leg muscles were slightly loosened.

“Already, Son. I'mtired. Our therapy session today is complete.”

Jihan shook her head. “Not yet, Sir. It's only a hundred and ten. Father's feet can still be moved in a matter of two hundred.”

Jihan kept swinging that leg and moving it.

“But this is enough. Yesterday my feet could only be swung until the count to eighty,” continued Wiliam.

“Nah, that means the more changes Sir,” replied Jihan smiling.

The conversation was not separated from Gio's observation. During a week of father therapy and being in this house, he sees that Jihan is not a person to be spied on. Gio never saw any suspicious gestures from foreign women that made him feel familiar.

Gio stood at the door watching his father's interaction with his young therapist. Yes, Jihan deserves to be Wiliam's son and deserves to be Gio's sister. Although the relationship is actually true.

“Already, already. I'm tired,” said Wiliam who no longer wants his legs moved.

“Come, Sir. It's a hundred and twenty. You can definitely get to the count of one hundred and fifty.”

Gio looked at Jihan who was cheering on his father.

Wiliam. “No, I can't.”

“Come Papa!” Gio spoke up and approached his father. “Mana is optimistic Papa who Gio knows. Papa can certainly.”

“Hah, the problem is different, Gio. This is not like taking territory and getting satisfaction,” said Wiliam.

“Yes, at least if Papa can walk again, that's also one satisfaction right?” asked Gio while glancing at Jihan. “Not so?”

Jihan nodded in fear. Gio's aura was indeed frightening. The mafia aura on the brother's face was obvious. When he is there, the atmosphere feels gripping.

“Hey, you scared my therapist,”, said Wiliam.

“Why afraid? I'm just asking. Not shooting right?”

“Gio,” call Wiliam while rounding his eyes at the son.

Gio laughed too. “Alright, Papa. Looks like I'm interrupting your therapy.”

“Yes, go! You're interfering. Clara became speechless when you were.”

Gio frowned and looked back at Jihan who was looking down, then left the room. Wiliam stared at his son's departure and turned to Jihan's slightly shrinking face.

“Hei, Clara. Don't be afraid of my son! He's not as bad as you can see. Actually he's a good boy,” said Wiliam. “He's like me. People thought I was a cold-blooded man. Though I save myself my shortcomings until I am impressed no matter others.”

Jihan looked at her father. This old man often spoke with implied words. Then, Jihan stood up because the therapy session was over and Wiliam's legs did not want to be moved.

“Minum first!” william said as he turned his gaze toward the drinks and snacks he had prepared at the table for Jihan.

Jihan nodded and took the glass, drinking water in the glass while looking at the photos displayed in the workspace. Usually he will do therapy sessions in the therapy room Wiliam, but today Wiliam invited Jihan therapy in his office.

“She's my wife. His mother Gio,” said Wiliam.

Jihan turned to look at Wiliam and smiled while nodding her head. He knows about Gio's mother's death. The accident left Gio's mother dead and Wiliam in a wheelchair.

Then, Jihan's feet again walked to the other side. He captured a photo that he had been looking for ever since he set foot in this room. Later, Jihan stood in a photo of a two-year-old girl.

Jihan turned her head towards Wiliam as if asking about another photo where the person in this photo was not seen in this house.

“She's my daughter,” said Wiliam made Jihan stiffen.

Jihan again focused her eyes on the photo of the two-year-old girl. The same photo as the one at her grandparents' house in the village when Jihan was two years old. The face of her in the photo of the grandmother's house was the same as the face of the girl on this wall. Is this picture a picture of him?

“She's Gio's sister, but different mom. Long ago, I impregnated Indonesian women. She is beautiful, just like my mother. Maybe because they come from the same area,” said Wiliam smiled.

However, Jihan's hands clenched. He was upset that William was praising his mother. The man did not know how heavy their struggle had been because of him.

“Is your second wife not in here? I was curious,” asked Jihan to pry for information.

“I didn't marry her. There is a rich and respected family there that makes me unable to take her and my daughter,” replied Wiliam to make Jihan surprised.

“Ah, I told you too much,” said Wiliam again by ending the conversation. “I'll be out of this room. Please enjoy the drinks and small meals. Stay here until dinner arrives. I don't want to hear any more rejection from you.”

Wiliam moved his wheelchair and out of the room, leaving Jihan alone in the study, which held a myriad of secrets. For some reason, Wiliam believes in him, even though Jihan has only been a mafia personal therapist for one week. It was not easy to enter the residence of Wiliam, let alone arrive at his study like this.

Jihan returned to the sofa and enjoyed the food and drinks available. He realized in this room stored a lot of cctv. He did not want to act rashly by searching the contents of this room and looking for information about when Gio would send his merchandise. He realized that the vastness given by Wiliam and Gio was merely curious how dangerous he was.

Jihan enjoyed the drink and snack leisurely while circulating her gaze to the open balcony door.

Dorian

Jihan was shocked as the weapon's thump rang out loud. He stood up and walked to the balcony to see what was happening outside. It turned out that a man was lying there, he saw a group of men and a woman who were next to the man who directed a shot at the fallen man.

“You should get used to that sight,” Gio's voice shocked Jihan.

Jihan turned her head back and looked at the creepy aura. Gio stood right beside Jihan. Both hold iron balcony railing and stare into a view that should not be seen by minors because it contains violence.

“You know us?” asked Gio while arranging[sharply towards Jihan.

Jihan nodded.

“I didn't carelessly take a personal doctor for Papa. Beatrix and I have known each other for ten years. Therefore I took Beatrix to be Papa's doctor. And since Beatrix asked you to change it temporarily, I agreed because you recommended it straight away. Although I still can't believe whether you're dangerous to us or not.”

Jihan is also sculpting. However, he tried to calm down and flat expression so that Gio did not read his thoughts and mimic his face.

Gio glanced at the woman who was actually his sister. Then he looked at the scene again. The sight of Craig, Gio's accomplice who managed to target the bullet in the head of the man who had betrayed it.

“I would be very good, if the person was good. And I will be very evil, if the person is evil,” Gio said again and turned again towards Jihan. “but it seems, you are a good person. you were able to make my Papa smile again since the accident.”

Jihan looked at her sister. Inner war. Is the person whom he thought to be evil, not evil? I don't know.