The Pursuit of Love Om Doctor

Raka in the bushes ?

Amanda hung up the phone, turned off the earphones and turned the steering wheel, then pulled over the car she was driving slowly around the bushes. His arrival should not be seen by them. Amanda's looking for something in the car drawer and under the chair. If it's not wrong he once kept a gun in his car just in case. Amanda leaned forward, her hands fumbled and finally found a weapon.

Suddenly someone slapped his back. Amanda pulled the trigger while turning her body back and brandishing the weapon right in the head of the person in front of her.

The thug-looking person immediately raised both hands, followed by several other thugs.

"Mrs Amanda ? We're the ones Mami Rachel paid for, we were asked to come here." Said one of them.

Amanda hasn't dropped her guns, she's staring at them one by one, full of probes. Sly women like Amanda are always on the lookout. The thick-bodied person in front of him brushed off Amanda's gun until he fell.

But a second later Amanda breathed a sigh of relief when the man showed chat from Rachel's mother to her.

"Okay, you guys set the position. I want to know who's inside. You guys have to take care of me." Pinta Amanda walks first. They started to take their own positions.

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...Flashback...

Roy sat on a table, while Aksa sat on a chair beside him. Satria and Ricky tie up to 4 thugs who intend to harm Citra in the hospital yesterday. After being treated with strict care, their condition had improved and Roy took them to the basecamp according to Aksa's orders.

Ricky and Satria sat the thugs on the chair, tying their legs and hands, and their mouths in duct tape. Lock them in a room. Their testimony will be needed later.

"You better report the brand to the police, Sa !" Roy started the conversation.

Aksa still seems to think.

"Yes, said Roy. We've got all the evidence." Satria replied, agreeing to the proposal that Roy gave.

"Faster is better." Ricky was vocal, supportive. Ricky seems to forget that the one who will be reported is his own sister. Or indeed the relationship no longer means anything to him. Family is just a status without any bond or warmth like other families. Let Raka take responsibility for her actions.

"All right, Lo take care of everything, Sat ! You are more knowledgeable about the law. Although this action will make my family shaken. Om Hardi would be surprised. Especially Mama Lo, Rick. He loves Raka very much." Aksa breathed heavily.

"Gue doesn't care. No one cares about me." Ricky chimed in, throwing his gaze away from Aksa.

"Okay, for the sake of the image I'm ready to do anything. I will fight until the last blood point !" Say Satria with a hero-like accent. With a heavy voice, inviting the dislike gazes of the three men in front of him, who were all handsome. Satria pretended to be the only man who had feelings for Citra, who was ready to sacrifice even a life. He forgot, all the men in front of him also harbored the same feeling of liking for Citra, even more.

And worse, no one remembers that Citra's husband was there. Each one of them just felt like everyone was willing to sacrifice anything for the woman.

Aksa who feels most entitled to the image becomes emotional. He took off his shoes and threw them at Satria. Not yet Satria protested, Ricky also participated in ruffling Satria's hair.

"Lo think, are you ready to sacrifice ? Look, here's ! I even sacrificed the sincerity of my back for the sake of Citra !"Ricky lifted his shirt revealing a wide enough brown streak imprinted on his back.

"I have one, too !" Satria revealed her shirt sleeve, at the base of her arm there was a tattoo that read 'Citra'.

The smile of pride was clearly drawn on Satria's lips.

Not only Ricky, now Aksa also gawking, he just did not have the Citra name tattoo on his body, and did any physical sacrifice.

Satria and Ricky jump down from the table and run away from Roy who keeps running after them, circling around the table. Their laughter filled the room.

Without them knowing, the image is the cause they can unite together against evil.

Seeing their behavior, Aksa who initially wanted to get angry, so joined in laughing softly. But still, the image belongs only to Aksa !

"Sorry, Brother. I'm late !" The voice was dull, like it had just run for tens of kilos of meters, all startled looking towards the source of the sound.

Raka ! Why does he always show up all of a sudden. Aksa's gaze turned sharp.

"Where do you know our location ?" Aksa's touch was suspicious.

He got up from his seat and approached Raka who was still bowing, both hands resting on his knees. His head looked up at Aksa grinning.

"That's it, I deliberately tracked down the location of brother. I'd like to be petrified to investigate this case, brother. Brother Ricky was just invited, my time is not ?" Raka's index finger pointed towards Ricky. His breath was still running. Whether it is real or just a trick.

Feeling fed up, Ricky threw his gaze in another direction, reluctant to look at the snake in front of him. Even if it was his own sister.

"We have no intention of taking you home ! You are not fit for this task !" Aksa pushed Raka's shoulder. Honestly, Aksa's chest had rumbled, beating the war drums.Aksa's strength to withstand the emotional turmoil.

"Nanggung, Brother. It's been up here. I'll just listen, won't bother." Raka again, lying. For Raka lies are the food.

Aksa still did not answer until Raka said something again.

"Did you find all the evidence ? If not, I'm ready to help, brother. But if you have, I can see, brother ? Wanting to know who the culprit, furious also dare he disturb the life of Aksa !" Raka continued to babble making everything there throw one another a glance.

This snake is shameless.

"Go home before I get hungry !" Aksa said just like that, stepping away from Raka.

"Don't want my brother, I want to help !" Raka ngotong's.

Unable to stand it anymore, Aksa twisted her body, gripped the collar of Raka's shirt and rained down on her face with a punch-tube.

Roy and the others just watched, letting everything happen. Even if given the chance, they will do the same.

"Sir Arga ! Well, it hurts, sister !" Shouted Raka, both hands were trying to protect her face from Aksa's indiscriminate attack.

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