The See Eye Stela

The panic.

After shooting Hanz Parker, the man returned to his home near Bell Air. With shivering hands he kept the weapon in the secret closet of his Papi.

He washed his hands, rubbing his face very roughly. There was fear and regret for what he had done. Long enough he sat pensively in the bathroom, growling and contemplating.

"Dog! Why did I shoot Old Man just because of a girl? Aaaagh! Finish me! I'm sure Papi will kill me!" His mind, still looking at the bruised face in the bathroom mirror.

"Sat! The stela! Iloveyou! Aaaagh! I'll get you Stela! Why did Dedrick Visser get you first! Aaaagh!" He punched the mirror with a feeling of fear and frustration.

"Master! Are you all right?" Shouted the housekeeper who accompanied her from behind the door.

He took a deep breath. "Prepare my tickets! I'm going!" His shouting.

"Where are you going, sir? Your papi will be here!" Obviously the Assistant is still from behind the door.

CEKREK, he opened the bathroom door staring intently at his assistant.

"What did you say? Papi's gonna be here?" Ask annoyed.

"Yes Sir! Ooogh sir, are you hurt?" Ask the assistant to see a bruise on his face.

"Iighs! Don't touch me! Answer me! Why is Papi here?" his question is full of anger.

"Hanz Parker died Sir! Don't you know? Did your boyfriend not tell you?" Ask assistant.

"aaagh! Shutup! Leave me! I'll treat my own wounds." His screams drove his assistant away.

He was very frustrated, slamming the door to destroy the tooled goods. "Yeahaaagh!" Unfortunately, weeping with regret. Sitting under his bed. Very sorry for his actions.

"Anjiiying! They're gonna kill me." His issue.

He's looking for a passport in the nightstand, "I'm going to the Netherland" he whispered, looking for money in his Papa's safe.

"Hm! I think this is enough for a while there." His inner.

He prepared himself, using his hoddi sweater, hat, plain jeans, picked up some valuables. "At least they can't find me!" His inner.

He left home, using public transport to the airport. A commercial plane leaves Los Angeles for the Netherlands. "Huufgh, at least there's Marelin who can help me!" His inner.

He booked a plane ticket online making a payment at an ATM, doing a boarding. Of course with strict checks. Because he's heard airport TV several times telling him about Hanz Parker's death. He was downcast when an airport officer suspected him.

"Where are you, sir?" Ask the officer to watch.

He swallowed his saliva, "Netherland!" The answer was cold again.

"Ooh! Don't forget your woe put on the zipper sir. The flight attendant above will ask you!" Tempta.

He just realized, directly put up the zipper of his woe. Scratching his non-itchy nape. Receive Passport assigned by the officer.

"Please Master!" When officers opened the roadblock. "Next!" Shouted the officer to the others.

"Thank you!" Speech passed. "Huufgh! At least I managed to escape before they found me. I'll be a good guy there. According to all Marelin's wishes, serve her as I will! He was in his heart, heading for the plane.

He enjoyed the flight to the Netherlands safely, without any obstruction. "Thank God! Huuf!"

Walk quickly to Amsterdam. "It's fun to travel like this." His inner.

He changed his cell phone number to a Netherland number. "Agar Papi can't see me!" His inner.

Arrived in front of Marelin's apartment. He rang the bell, waiting a long time outside.

"Who!" The sound of Marelin.

"Pedro! Pedro Febian Arlan, Marelin." Answer in a whispering voice. Automatic open door. He entered, with a happy face.

When the door was opened by Marelin, she was surprised to immediately hug.

"Pedro! Don't hug me! I'm not your Mama!" Marelin took off her embrace.

"At least I'm safe after meeting you!" Said Pedro not to take off his embrace.

"You're off! Or I'll call security!" Marelin.

"Aren't you in Italy?" Marelin looked at Pedro because he looked so different.

"Hm! Long story. Let me rest! I haven't slept from last night!" To be honest.

"Hm!" Marelin picked up a pillow and a blanket, gave it to Pedro.

Marelin went into her room, looking through the media, what news in Italy. Why is he suddenly here. There must be a serious problem, inner Marelin.

Marelin has not received any news of Hanz Parker's death, as her relationship with Brian has indeed come to an end. Brian prefers family over himself. Poor girl, at the age of 23 she had to be a widow 2 times, but Edward Lincoln guaranteed her life until she found a good man and married. Marelin accepted Brian's decision, although the heart ached, at least Brian's family still want to help his finances.

Marelin works as a regular, yet famous model like Brian. Their relationship is accidentally shut down due to Brian's family's rejection, for various reasons. Early Brian brought it to the media, but was silenced back by Adrian and Edward. Despite many pros and cons, Marelin did not want Brian to be a child of disobedience, because he was the son of Lincoln and Lim's successor.

Tok to tok.

"Marelin!" Pedro's voice called out to him.

"Hm!" Answer Marelin lazy.

"I'm hungry!" His whisper.

"Ck! Why are you bothering me!" Marelin opened the door, seeing Pedro's handsome face pity him.

"Hunger Mom!" Chortled.

"Ck! Why don't you eat out?" PLAAK, Marelin hit Pedro on the head trying to lean on his shoulder.

"Augh! It hurts!" Whimper Pedro.

"Enlighten! Okay, answer me honestly! Why did you get here? Be honest!" Marelin brought Pedro who was starving sitting on the sofa looking into his eyes.

"I'll tell you the truth! You cooked me first! I'm so hungry." Imploringly.

"Honest yeah! If you lie I'll kick you out!" Marelin.

"Yes! Promise!" Pedro pointed two fingers, grinning to show his neat teeth like a pony.

Marelin cooked something because she felt the same way. It didn't take long for only 20 minutes, spaghetti mixed with the sink he finished making. Pedro smiled as he looked at the dish before him.

"Hmmm! Yumy! Thankyou Mom!" Chortled.

"Sit down!" Marelin felt sorry to see Pedro, because he was a good boy. "Tell me! Don't you lie to me!" Marelin.

"Yes!" Submissive to Pedro with a obedient face.

"Eat!" Marelin feeds her food. Stare at Pedro sometimes. 'Why is he following this? What the hell is he doing? There must have been something he did, until he escaped here. His family is in Spain!' Marelin has many question marks.

Setau Marelin Pedro a good boy, submissive. Carlos loved him very much. When Marelin was still in contact with Carlos, Pedrolah who untied his hand was stripped. Closing his body, treating bruises on his face. Pedro was very good to him. He also helped Marelin escape the Carlos Mansion with the help of Brian Lincoln. To be honest Pedro also did not know Brian was Stela's stepbrother. Just found out when Stela's wedding was open in public. So he pursued Stela to Hawaii, accompanied by Fernando.

"I love your cooking, it's delicious!" Pedro's smile after eating his food.

"Hm!" Marelin cleaned their plates, again invited Pedro to sit on the sofa. "Write!" Marelin.

Pedro was pensive, imagining the early morning incident. "I've made a mistake!" Subjectedly.

"Hm! Tell me what your mistake was!" Marelin.

"You promise to be quiet? I beg! It's my life!" Subjectedly.

"Wear! So I can sort it out!" Marelin.

"Help me to escape, I've killed people!" The story.

"What! Ooogh My God! You crazy boy! Leave my house! I don't want to get involved in your problems! Go you!" Marelin was angry, her breathing was tight, there was fear. If Pedro would be reckless doing the same, if he was rude. Marelin swallowed her saliva, silently staring at Pedro.

"Who did you kill?" Marelin looked at Pedro.

Pedro looked at Marelin for protection, "Hanz Parker!" Pedro's tears flowed incessantly.

Marelin pensive stiff, unable to speak. He will be the next target of the Parker and Lincoln families if they accommodate Pedro at his residence. "Ooogh My God!"