The Random Zodiac
Chapter 17: Love that strengthens and weakens.
What, I kill you?" his hand moved from hand up to neck and then strangled Ayako.
Ayako did not budge in the slightest. He refused to wake up. The critical period has passed. A plain face without makeup does not detract from her beauty. Her lips were pale without lipstick. Her eyelashes are still flattened even without wearing mascara. The one who saw her would definitely be amazed by Ayako's beauty.
"When you, you're missing. Brandon is still loyal. If only we weren't distant brothers, I'd have killed them long ago. I stay first, may there be news of your death," said the person whispering in Ayako's ear.
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The strapping body of the Son stepped unhesitatingly into a magnificent European-style house. After Mr. Jamal's place he did not go straight to Brandon's house. But, he went to his grandfather's house. The son needs the grandfather's help to help find Ayako's whereabouts. Of course it's all on Kia's mother's instructions.
Upon entering the living room some servants welcomed his arrival. "Welcome, young master!"
The son simply nodded without replying with the words of the servants. He headed straight to the back garden in a greenhouse where his grandfather often spent time reading books and seeing his pet fish and some of his favorite plants.
"Excuse me, grandpa's in there!" Putra Seru.
"Hemm" said from the inside.
The son sat in front of his grandfather. He folded his legs, then took off his glasses.
"Sir, the Son wants help." Her speech.
"What?" Grandpa turned around to ask.
Two different people of this age, now sitting face to face. Grandpa put down his book and took off his glasses.
"What do you want to help?" reset her.
"It's about Brandon's brother, he looks slumped for losing Ayako's brother. The son asked for help from grandfather," said Putra.
"Oh, your brother changed? Aye, huh? Love is both strengthening and weakening. Now it's run out of ways, haven't met yet. Just asked for help, Grandpa! I thought you guys had forgotten about this old man" Grandfather said sternly.
"It's not cake, they live in Japan. While the city in Indonesia. The influence of the Wijaya family is not as great here. My grandfather understood that. Oh, yes there is a message from someone, and this is for grandfather," The son said the sentence Kia's mother said. He handed a card to his grandfather.
" Oh, this is it" Grandpa read the card symbol. Because he's also a tarot expert, but not many know. Even the Son himself did not know that.
"Hem, be good. Grandpa will intervene," Grandpa Putra picked up his flat object.
"Please, find my granddaughter-in-law in all the hospitals there! I'll send you a picture right away!" the grandfather's orders to someone who is now making a voice call with him.
"Already, wait one week at most. Sooner tomorrow we know the answer." Grandpa said confidently.
"Grandfather sure?" ask the Son to make sure. Moon he doubted the power of the Vijaya family. But, almost a year the police and detectives in paid papa Brandon to no avail.
"Your opponents must be, not random people. But, it's okay. Peace is better, if you can't make peace, war is! And do not let the Wijaya family lose. You understand, I mean Son?"
The son took a few minutes to digest the words of the grandfather. When he thinks he understands, then nods." Yes, the cake, "
Brandon couldn't find Ayako. Because actually the perpetrator came from the Ayako family itself. Putra did not know much about the life of the Brandon family in Japan because they returned to Indonesia a year only two or three times, even during certain events. The intricate knots of thread began to gradually unravel. At least there was still hope of meeting Ayako.
"Home home, I'll be waiting for cake,"
"Yes, go home, go there first! He needs a backrest for now. Don't forget to come here tomorrow. My granddaughter forgot to have me in this world,"
"I forgot the cake, but Brandon's not okay. Didn't you, when Om and Auntie went to Jakarta, you met?"
"Yes, but it's different. Already, go home!" throw out grandpa.
"Ck, old man ngusir his favorite grandson huh?"
"Had known in the drive not to go home, too. Already, go home!"
"Grandfather, thank you!" The son hugged the grandfather.
"Yes, equally. Greetings to your brother. I have three grandchildren but are all busy on my own. Not to mention that one has not visited for a long time."
"Manda's busy school cake. We will visit often."
"Yes, grandma cooked earlier, want to eat first, or want to bring to eat with Brandon."
"On the package,"
They both walked into the house. Sometimes there was laughter from both. Different generation men are very compact.
"This, young master of his food," a housekeeper handed the paper bag in black to the Son.
"Thank you" he answered, taking the paper bag.
"Have you guys talked?" ask the grandmother who saw her husband and grandchildren enter the family room.
"Already, grandma. The son goes home first, yes!" Pamit Putra to Grandma. Not to forget he kissed the hands of his grandmother and grandfather.
"Be careful, on the road! Greetings to Brandon!" pinta the grandmother.
"Ready granny,"
The son immediately returned to Brandon's house with good news for the kaka. He was constantly smiling because he was. This is the Son of Vijaya, always cold towards the people but warm inside. Because he shows attitude not just words.
Elsewhere Alisya was restless, all day sending a message to the Son there was no reply. This doesn't usually happen. The son will be indifferent to all women, but not to Alisya. The man will not ignore it. But, today somehow Putra did not return the message.
"Well, where the hell, son. I didn't reply to my message from morning. Send it again, ogah. It must be him, who retaliates first." Alisha said to herself. He was pacing around in the room while waiting for a message from the Son.
Sometimes like that, willing to start but prestige and shame. That was how Alisya felt right now.
" Us, lah. I slept alone," Alisya put her cell phone on a small table beside the bed, with an irritated feeling she immediately lay on her soft bed.
