TIRED Season 1-3
Chapter 26 (Season 3)
Two days after the incident, Alya began to keep his distance from Dirga. His life was too strange to deal with the man's behavior. Not to mention Cally started to be suspicious of him ever since he was brought home by the guy. Dirga who always shows her worry.
The girl with blonde hair came to Alya's room.
"Gue wants to say something to you."
"What about?" alya asked as she opened her pr paper sheet. He looked serious about doing the job.
"Gue doesn't know if you have any relationship with Dirga. But I hope you can keep your distance."
The girl turned her gaze to Cally. He seemed to be breathing out. "I have nothing to do with Dirga."
"But last night he looked worried when you didn't come home."
"It's just a matter of concern between friends, nothing more."
Cally meghela breathed a sigh of relief, at least the reason it made more sense, he thought.
The girl had permission to leave from there. Alya saw the departure of her brother with a guilty look.
"I'm sorry, Cally, I know that you love Dirga so much, that I'll stay away from her."
A speck of clear water escaped from his manic, he was always taught to put his sister ahead of his own feelings. If he hurt Cally, it makes no difference to the criminals. He does not want to be remembered as such.
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A man was staring at a photo with a cynical look. "All is just the beginning of Aiden. You might be able to escape me but your daughter, will be his successor."
The sound of laughter again echoed throughout the room. His bead that was as sharp as an eagle was able to make anyone creep in fear. His determination to live, only to avenge him. Although the soul languishes in hell, it will never calm down.
"Dion, you're really a self-destructive collector! It was hard for me to grow up with luxury, now you are also a friend of my enemy!" hisses. Anger is dominating.
"We'll see if you'll ever go back to looking after Sheilla, after what I'm going to do to her family" a cynical sneer adorned her face.
He saw a picture of a girl smiling merrily, her hands always clenched, remembering everything. The only princess should die miserably. Jeslyn, his poor daughter.
A longing smile disappeared replaced by vengeance. One thing he did not know that Jeslyn's death had nothing to do with Sheilla. However, a grudge closed the door of his heart.
Elsewhere Alya was staring at the expanse of an artificial lake in the city park. Many people come and go. Evening has not been able to make it go from there.
"Hi" said someone beside her.
Alya pitched her head looking at the source of the voice. He smiled for a while and looked back at the lake.
"Did my face lose its charm with the lake?" nevan asked making Alya's smile rise adorning her white face.
Nevan was stunned to see the beauty presented in front of him. Dimple cheeks that have been embedded sweet begin to appear when his lips curved perfectly.
"What's wrong?" alya asked as Nevan never let go of her gaze.
"You are beautiful, you are beautiful, and you are everything" Nevan said sincerely.
Alya felt her heart warm up, thousands of butterflies like hugging her heart. Summer springing up there creates a feeling of warmth, comfort and calm. Nevan is like an oasis in the desert.
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