The Winged Angel

32. Break up with Dion?

What ... Niken is home? Sleeping in the room?

Vouw ....

Bik Yati then said goodbye to me.

I was still in the living room, leaning against the soft sofa facing the television.

Hand squeezed the television remote restlessly. Wandering thoughts. The view always changed direction, from the television to the room. Niken Room.

The door was tightly closed. But ... As if I saw the girl standing at the door, she smiled sweetly as she waved at me. It was as if he was asking me to come closer.

Oh my God .. What's wrong with me. It seems like the demons are dancing on this head. Come on Anwar .. use your chance. When else can you approach him. The beauty is waiting for you in there.

This heart beats beautifully.

Wait for me, honey. I'll come to you, sweetie.

Slowly but surely my feet stepped closer to the door. I breathed air into my lungs and exhaled slowly. Relieve the heartbeat that beats faster like a horse is running fast.

It's not what it used to be. There has never been a woman who can make me this way. The heat that warms. I think I've fallen in love with him.

My hand has held the door handle.

Clik. Hhh .. locked. Damnit damnit!

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Eits... relax, there's a spare key. I smiled triumphantly.

Try again. Clik. Crutch ... superficial. Succeeds. I pushed the door.

Look over there! The angel was asleep on a king-size bed. The luxurious bed I purposely provided for her. This pink room was deliberately far away from the day I prepared specifically for the girl. The entire interior is handled by a professional room stylist. Because Niken is very special to me.

I stood in front of the bed observing. Admire the beauty of God's creation. His sleeping position looks sweet. He is wearing only a tank top. Very clever, every out of the room this girl always wears closed clothes.

My head is staring. I satisfied these eyes. The skin is as smooth as marble, the shape of the body that is able to spoil the eyes of men, the black hair is thick and long. The half-open lips looked challenging. It makes my soul burn.

The soft snoring sound from Niken's mouth was like a magnet that kept pulling my body closer. Getting closer and closer. Until now I was right next to him.

Those delicate cheeks forced my fingers to move along. I stroked gently.

"Don't bother dong, Bun! Ken's still sleepy."

The girl suddenly spoke. He brushed my hand. Maybe I thought I was his mother. I smiled amusedly. His behavior is so funny.

My bad hand is now moving to touch my hair. I leave with darling. The girl was silent, her lips were smiling. He likes his hair. Adorable.

Hmm ... smell the apple from her hair. I breathed full of feelings.

Hmm .. I love the smell of her hair. My face is approaching. The smell is getting deeper. My concern is getting higher.

"Om what's in my room?" He suddenly woke up.

Ah, again damn.

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Utami suddenly came in when my efforts began to succeed. All the mess is not in my expectations. Niken escaped from the grasp. It seems that it takes even more effort to be able to get the beautiful deer.

Whatever I do to get it.

Anwar Abimayu's wish is a must.

***

If taking two lives is no problem for me. So, plus one more life would mean nothing.

If Utari is a barrier for me to get Niken. Then I need to get rid of him immediately.

The plan to get rid of Utari has been devised with full calculation. It was the same when I killed Rosa and Aldo that night. I'll do it without a trace.

"Mas buy me a villa?" Utari eyeballs buy amazement.

"Why? You don't believe me, honey?"

"Ooh Mas Anwar's. Do I deserve that?"

"of course. You're my wife. Everything I have is yours. I bought the villa on purpose from a friend of mine who was an architect. You must like it."

The woman hugged me. He was so happy. Repeatedly his mouth thanked him.

"When do you want to see it?" bargained.

"Can I take Niken?"

"T-of course," I doubt it.

If Niken comes along, it's very difficult to execute. My plan can't go well.

"Let me call Niken Mas. The boy ... is now busy himself. He prefers to hang out with his friends. I miss him very much. The reason is always a lot of college work" he lamented to me.

"Just be sure, honey. Niken is busy now. Young people today are so," I said wise.

"It's lucky that I have an understanding husband like you, Mas. Thanks for protecting us. Unfortunately ... Niken is still not close to you, Mas," he praised as he stroked my arm.

Haha.

***

"That's it, Mas. Niken can't come." Utari hung up the phone call with a sullen face.

He sat in front of the dresser. Combing his short hair.

"Yes, no papa, honey. Next time you can take him again. Don't force him. Kasian," I said from the top of the bed.

I took off the reading glasses that hooked up in the ear. Put the book on the nightstand next to it, and then set the position to sleep.

"But I really want to push him," he said again while applying lotion to some parts of his body. The smell of roses.

Utari then got closer to the bed, grabbed the blanket and lay down next to me.

"That's it, don't exaggerate. Sleeping yuk! Tomorrow morning we're leaving" I said, closing my eyes.

"Hmm .., Mas." Utari hugged me spoiled.

I don't know .. I don't want it right now. What is there is a desire to get rid of this woman as soon as possible. To be able to approach Niken.

***

Everything I have conditioned. The single car accident that I designed on my way home from Villa.

The weather was very supportive of my plan to finish off Utari. At that time heavy rain was pounding the summit area. Lightning blaring. Lightning snatching unpretentious. I kept driving the car home.

Tik tak. Car glass wifers are constantly moving sweeping away the water mist that covers the windshield.

Roads winding, full of climbs again slippery. I have to stay careful. It is even your own fault that is finished. Kulrikik Utari who was asleep sat beside me. He looked cold, asleep hugging his own body. A warm scarf was made of woolly fur wrapped around his neck.

Good thing she's asleep. Everything will be easier.

I'm sorry Utari my wife. I have to do this. Your life only hinders my obsession with loving Niken.

I stopped the car on the downhill road. The road atmosphere is very quiet. On the right left are only the trees as well as the ravine. No other cars were seen. Perfects.

Utari did not flinch. His sleep was very sound, because I had put sleeping pills in his drink before leaving.

Clik. I took off the seat belt that was attached to Utari's body.

Goodbye, Honey. Welcome back to your husband who has been waiting in nature. You're fine there. Don't forget, say hello to him. He'll thank me. For returning his beloved wife.

I pecked Utari's forehead before then got off quickly from the car. I'll let the car engine run.

The car then slid downwards, swooped in, crashed heavily, then rolled over continuously. The loud clashing sound was faintly swallowed by the roar of rain.

Both feet continued running with shivering bodies.

Hossh ... hossh .. gasp breath. The heart pumps quickly. Eyes begin to feel sore.

The condition of my luxury car now looks terrible. The car body is no longer shaped. All the car lights are broken. Car glass especially. The glass cracks were scattered on the road.

Utari is invisible. Where's she?

"Nolt!!!" I screamed his name.

"Where are you Utari?!"

I ran here and there looking for him. Maybe my wife's body has been thrown out. But where is it? It is impossible to survive in the condition of a car like this.

"Nolt!!!"

"Nolt!!!"

I kept running while saying his name. I have to make sure of the situation. Are alive or dead.

The rain did not stop. The wind is blowing harder. No cars passed. Darkness, no illumination can help my eyes find Utari. Eyes getting stiffer.

I'm back at the eggplant car. Grabbing the broken glass and then scratching on the forehead. Banging my head so there's bruising.

"Aaaaaarr!!" I screamed in pain feeling the arm I clamped myself on the car door.

My body slammed into the ground. The cold was getting pierced to the bone. The sight suddenly dimmed then grew darker.

****

"Sir .. Can you see me?"

I could see someone moving their hands in front of my face. My eyes are trying to see more clearly. It turned out to be a woman dressed as a nurse.

"Can you see me, sir?" reworked.

"Yes can. This where is it? Where's my wife?" my pedicabs.

"Father had an accident, now in the hospital. Father fainted. Father's wife is still being handled. He is not conscious. Need immediate surgery on your wife. But, we need to sign the agreement first from the father," he explained at length.

"My wife why, Sister. Let me see it" I asked.

My injured forehead and arm have now been wrapped in bandages. I was then escorted by the nurse to the room where she lay helpless. His body is full of wounds. The bandage on her waist looked bloody. Looks really bad.

Perfects.

"My wife's dance .. I'm sorry I wasn't careful!" I cried roaring at his side. It takes drama to be more natural.

"Patience, Sir. We'll do our best. The operation must be done immediately." A man dressed as a doctor patted my back.

"Save my wife doctor! No matter what the cost I am ready," I still sobbed.

***

The operation is running. I look forward to the result restlessly. If only Utari had finally survived. Then my efforts last night were just a waste.

"Calm down, Mr. Anwar. The age of man in the hands of God. Just pray for the same above." The new Bik Yati came trying to calm me down.

"His aunt called Niken?"

"Already, Sir. The nuns are already on their way here."

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I felt very upset when I found out the operation was over. Utari who was still unconscious was then transferred to the ICU room. Niken was there with him. The spirit of the woman's life was great.

Tomorrow's the good news. Utari breathed her last breath. He could not survive through critical times.

Yeeess!! At last.

***

Weeks. It's still morning. I enjoyed breakfast in the dining room. When a housekeeper approached.

"Outside there's a guest, sir."

"Who?" I chewed fried rice.

"Say from the police."

Deghs. Kunyahanku stop.

It is now past the 40th day of Utari's death. What the police are meeting me for.

"Take them to my office!"

"Good sir."

I'm massaging the base of the nose. Is it possible that they have discovered the irregularities in the accident?

If they manage to find the evidence that leads to me. I hope this guy who met me is a money devotee.

***

"Good morning, Mr. Anwar. Sorry for interrupting your Sunday." One of them opened the conversation.

The conversation opens with a not so important pleasantry. Until finally arrived at the point they were aiming for. They suspect me.

"If the police suspect me. Please tell me what is my motive for harming my own wife? I love her very much. That's impossible" I said emotionally.

My password is amazing, isn't it?

"Sorry, Mr. Anwar. We just run errands. We hope you can understand. Please work with your father to provide the information we need" said one of them.

"I don't accept being accused of deliberately harming my wife. What a stupid thing is in your brain to think like that. Wash your brains!" my nag.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Anwar. We're just gathering as much information and evidence. We'll probably come again."

"Whatever," I replied cynically.

Excuse me from my room.

Kuraih mobile phone on the work desk. I chose Joan's contact my confidant. Tone connected.

"Yes, Mr. Anwar." Joan's voice from across the phone.

"Joan I need your help.'

"What's that?"

"There should have been two policemen coming to the house. They suspected me of being the mastermind of Utari's death."

"What should I do, Mr Anwar?"

"I don't want them to come back to me for the same purpose, with the same accusation. Do whatever it takes to silence those people."

"Does that mean ... Did you do it?" ask Joan carefully.

I'm silent. Only the sound of our breath is simple.

"God ... Did you do it again?" ask again with a stifled voice. "For what, sir? Did Buk Utari make the same mistake as Rosa?"

"Right now I can't explain why, Joan. Maybe next time."

"But, Mr ...."

I'll have the phone call turned off immediately. Kuremas that flat thing. My body rests on my comfortable work bench. Closed eyes.

Joan is the only one who knows what I did to Rosa and Aldo. Joan also managed to overcome the police who tried to interrogate me at that time. The power of money has silenced them.

I don't know myself. Why did it suddenly become a cold-blooded ruthless creature. Could it be that the demons are currently residing in my bloodstream. To kill the lives of others without regret.

Niken, he's the one who made me like this. The girl was guilty.

I miss him so much. But this is not the right moment to.