THE SOUL SEEKS THE BODY

Chapter 17 Effects of Snow Mountain (1)

He was enjoying the last drop of hot chocolate when he realized the awkwardness of his daughter. Across the table that was restricting them, Enggar was seen silently pecking. The spoon in his right hand was petrified, even though there was rice and pieces of meat there.

" snakes,... Wrenches,..." Puri gently called his daughter.

Just as he expected, the girl was daydreaming. He seemed to surge in shock, almost dropping a spoon in his hand.

" What?"

" What are you daydreaming about?" Asked Puri with a probing look. The food on the plate was only slightly reduced, as he took a quick glance.

Enggar did not answer immediately. He bowed for a moment, like he was thinking about something, and then his head looked up, "Ma, ...the woman at the police station, ...do you remember her?"

Both have the same gray beads and they lock onto each other.

Enggar actually did not intend to ask that question. Only, the sentence slid without being able to control from his lips. His memory is so strong of the figure of Milan in the past. The memories of that woman left deep marks on him.

Who is the child who can forget the cause of the destruction of their family life?!

After all these years, no one thought they would meet again. He thought she had disappeared somewhere since the incident. Hiding underhandedly after successfully ravaging the life of a family.

The hatred embedded deep within Enggar's heart had become deeply entrenched. The revenge must be avenged.

With the appearance of the woman, the rift of vengeance within her was torn apart. It's not a coincidence, is it? Nature supports her desire to avenge the injustice caused by the woman.

He swore to make Milan pay for everything he did...

While Enggar was having a dialogue with himself, the mother was thinking about his question. His forehead resembled a wave in the ocean. Signs that the owner is concentrating hard.

For Puri, Enggar's question was not simple. Not without the intention of her daughter throwing it.

Therefore, he digs deeper into his memory, to find the figure of Milan. Is the woman so important in their life that she should remember it?

" No." The silence was finally solved with a single sentence. Puri sighed then threw it away violently. He looked depressed because he did not find what he was looking for. His face was wrinkled with frustration.

" Mama can't remember that woman at all." Continue, with a dragged tone. " You know, a lot of things went missing after mom woke up. It's not easy to find a lost memory in one search."

Stupidhead! What have you done, Enggar?! You want to kill mama Puri?!

The sound of 'trang' jolting Puri, made his breath stifled in shock. He glanced at the spoon lying on Enggar's plate.

"Darling,..."

" I'm sorry Enggar, Ma." Enggar tofu grabbed his free hand from across the table. Her beautiful eyes were misty, filled with regret, "Forget me ever questioning this, okay? Please, don't push your memory anymore."

Stunned for a moment. The castle immediately put an empty mug on the table. He touched to see his girl who looked depressed." Oi! What's wrong with your pretty face? Don't tell me you want to cry,..."

" Yeah, uh,..." Before Puri could finish his sentence, Enggar had already burst into tears.

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Leaving the mother and daughter couple hugging and comforting each other, the figure that caused Enggar's tears to fall broke apart while pressing a line of numbers outside the door of his apartment. The 'click' sound finally sounded, and the door opened.

" DICKHEAD! Why should I meet that unlucky girl*n today. Why didn't she just die like her mother!"

Milan's elegance broke once his feet stepped on the room. Throwing a small bag into any place, causing a noise and other fragments there.

The woman was already immersed in a storm of anger, so as not to bother dizzying what broke.

Standing in the middle of the room, his body stiffened and trembled violently. Both of his hands clenched extremely firmly beside his body. So strong, that his sharp nails scratched his palms.

Again, having been overcome by anger, he did not realize that he had hurt himself.

Burying his identity in the land of people, it was all he did for his safety. He doesn't have much choice. It's the only way to keep her life away from danger.

With no connections, Milan must live a difficult life in a country of people. Doing a lot of menial work, insults, even abuse, has become his daily meal.

So, what made him able to survive through all those difficulties?

That power is called vengeance.

Until one night, when he watched a drama series on tv, the bright idea came.

He just needs one chance. If he manages to use the opportunity as well as possible, then he can say goodbye to the difficulties of life.

Armed with his intentions and big dreams, Milan carried out his plan.

Choosing the right target is very important. In the last two days he conducted a silent search for the target. For 48 hours, finally the target he craved came.

The goddess of luck hugged him. Everything went well, according to plan.

Little by little Milan gained the confidence of the target. 'Milan's 'good behavior' and 'sincerity' helped him get out of life's difficulties. The goal has been achieved.

Human nature is never satisfied, not something strange in the ear. Be it something good or bad, there will always be a desire to pursue it. And so is Milan.

The man was like a god in Milan's eyes. He has been witches since he first saw her. Milan's heart rippled, and his body temperature increased.

Milan initially thought he had a fever. Her body was slightly warmer than normal temperature. The doctor suggested that he rest more. Moreover, he had no disease of anything in his body.

The fever and the chaotic feeling attacked Milan if he was close to the man. It was at this point that he finally realized that the changes that had happened to him were related to the man. Milan has feelings for him. Milan liked the man.

Milan had fallen in love before. But love is broken. Every effort he has made in the name of love, he still lost that love.

Be ill. Bitter like bile.

Armed with that bitter experience, Milan are more careful this time. One wrong and rash move, then all his dreams would end for a second time.

If love does not come to him, he will take that love. Of course, everything is not as simple as pronunciation. Whether he is in love with that love or not, he does not know either. At the very least, he would fight for the love of that man.

How would he know if he didn't try, right?

As with the thesis, Milan made the man the object of his research. Gather a lot of material and material about the man for him to learn. Of course, he didn't do it personally. Now he has money and can pay people to do work for him.

In short, he had the full file regarding the man and smiled satisfiedly at it.

Anom Kalingga. The leader of a giant corporation with many subsidiary branches scattered all over the world. Single, never married. All day long spent in the office and on business trips. There was hardly any scandal or skewed gossip about him. One of the high profile singles who are hunted by women and big mistresses to be their daughter-in-law. She was raised by her grandmother, and only had that old woman in her life.

" That's just a short piece of information about Mr. Anom. The full version will leave you shocked." Said the informant man that Milan hired.

A little tangent, "You mean, there's other information that's even more important?"

" It's true." The informant nodded.

" Why then would you report it half-and-half if there was something more complete?"

The man smiled cunningly, " Because of his complete information out of record. Mr. Anom is no ordinary businessman. What I want to try to convey is, what is seen on the surface is just silk leather wrapping around a layer of gold. This man hides a lot of things from the public."

Glancing at the glimpse of the file lying on the table, Milan did not speak for a moment.

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