Transmigration: I'm the Antagonist?!

Part. 11: Mysterious person

Vina termangu, looking at the painting papers. A truly abstract painting, yet beautiful and amazing.

"Mr Krishna. May I speak with my friend for a moment?" Vina looked at Krishna.

Krishna smiled kindly, "Oh please."

Vina went to the terrace of Krishna's house. The phone rang several times, and was finally answered.

"Oi. Shrubland!" Call Vina.

"God! Don't change people's names!"

"Yes yes. I just want something important."

"What's that?" Ask Sena who is across the phone.

"If I may know, what is the long name of Sasha who Lo tells?" Vina asked looking at the sky outside.

"What did you ask that for?" Sena's tone changed slightly.

"It's important, Sena. There's someone who knows Sasha, but I don't know if it's true. So please tell me," urged Vina.

"Sasha Aprilia. That's his full name."

Vina stiffened her jaw, closed her eyes, then opened them again.

"The problem is the time of the ghosts who came here!" thought Vina.

"If Sky? Is that her name or not?" Vina was agitated, clenching her hands.

"Gue hope it's not the same person!" Vina's Inner.

"Ah, yes. Sasha has a celestial name in the middle of her name. He said because he likes the sky, so he made the middle name of Heaven. It's not clear what his son is." Sena laughed softly across there, Vina understood.

Vina looked down, and looked at her shoes, "Sori, if you've made Lo want again, Sena. I have one more request, may I?"

"What else?"

"Lo has a picture of Sasha? If I have to ask."

Sena grumbled softly, "Make what? I don't know, if Sasha's topic is that interesting for Lo, Vin."

Vina scratched her non-itchy nape, "Gue was curious. You're as familiar as his name, keep wanting to fit in."

"Whatever, I give you. I want to eat."

"Then—"

Tut!

Sena immediately hung up the phone, Vina just stared flat at her cellphone that displayed Sena's contact.

"The food is really ugly if you're talking about Sasha."

Sena has sent a photo of Sasha, not forgetting to thank Sena. Then Vina turned back inside Krishna's house.

Vina smiled stiffly, "Sorry old Mr. Krishna."

"It's okay." Krishna smiled.

Vina shows a photo on her phone to Krisna, "Pak Krishna. I want to ask you about Sasha's face. Is his face like this?"

Krisna looked straight at the phone, and shook her head, "no. He's not the one, I'm sure! Because she's diligent here, so I don't forget her face. But now I don't know where, this month he never came."

Vina looked pensive, "in that case, would Mr. Krishna be able to describe the person?"

Krishna thought, "she's slim, and her hair is black."

Vina smiled resentfully, "sorry sir. I also have black hair. Even my friend."

Krishna chuckled, "sorry, which I remember he had a dimple on the left. And there's a bruise on his hand."

Vina nodded, glancing at her watch, like she had to go home because time had already shown at half-four.

"Sir Krishna, may I ask for your phone number? I want to contact you at any time if I want to ask you something," Vina said formally.

"Like your time to ask a little yes, son." They exchanged numbers, Vina left followed by Krishna.

But he stopped walking while on the porch of Krishna's house.

"Last question for you Mr. Krishna. If you've already signed the agreement, to keep your mouth shut, why did you tell me everything?" Vina looked coldly at Krishna.

Chrisna laughed, "smart kid."

"I'm telling you all that, because you're the lead role in this novel. Rissa," said Krishna who smiled sinisterly. Krishna turned around inside her house, locked her door, leaving Vina the sculptor.

"He knows!" Vina Murmured.

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"You did it uncle." Said a woman.

"Someone Krishna, like me just follows the plot. Let her find you, who's even nearby."

The woman laughed and grinned, "i'm just playing around with my own creation, uncle. Creation of a Sasya Langit Aprilia."

Krisna put her hand in her pocket, "are you just waiting? Until they know you?"

"Yes. Stay waiting. And they'll be silent to see me!"

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"Where are you from?" Ask someone who is behind Vina. A hoarse voice greeted Vina's eardrum. Vina turned to look at her interlocutor.

"Oh. Calos, what do you care?" Vina asked in a mocking tone. Calos growling.

"Gue asked nicely. Don't let me play with my hands! Cepet replied, Where are you going?!" Jerk her.

"Uuu. fear," sneered Vina. Calos eyes turned red, his hands clenched, then pushed Vina hard.

Vina widened her eyes, she remembered that she wanted to climb the stairs. His hand wanted to hold on to the hand, but he slipped.

YOU MORON! I'll kill you first, Calos! My reckless bitch!

BRUKE...

Vina's head hit the end of the stairs, making blood seep. And that very moment Vina's consciousness disappeared.

Calos quivered and said stammeringly, "v... Vin. You're not papa?"

Calos shook his sister's body, his whole body was shaking, cold sweat pouring down his forehead. Calos held his sister's head, and felt something wet and fishy.

Bloods.

Calos hates blood. Even from before.

"Bah! Mah! Bang Carlos!" Shouted Calos with trembling and panic.

Everything came out of the room, and immediately approached Calos who looked panicked.

"What's up, what's up. Calos!?"

"CHUCK! VINA! WHAT HAPPENED!"

"AMBULANS CALL AN AMBULANCE."

"Not again, Vin! Don't be sick anymore! I BEG!"

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"Akhs.." Keyla's finger was slashed by his dagger, as he wanted to clean the knife.

"Key. Lo's hand!" Gio approached Keyla, who was grimacing.

Keyla stared at the wedge wound, "This fire. I don't feel good. Sis, you're not"why are you?"

"Gue help here." Gio pulled Keyla's hand slowly, then cleaned the wound on Keyla's finger.

Keyla regained his senses, seeing Gio twitching his finger. "Eh you're doing!"

Gio looked at Keyla, "Gue cleaned his finger, ntar infection. You sit down, I take the red medicine first." Gio leaves in front of Keyla, looking for red medicine and a wound dressing.

"Here's Lo's hand." Keyla stretched out her hand. Gio smeared the red medicine, making Keyla grimace.

"Done." Gio clasped Keyla's hand, blew Keyla's finger, "let's get well."

Cup...

Gio kissed Keyla right on the bandage, the action managed to make Keyla's face heat up.

"Gio. I roast Lo. It always works for me, Baper. Responsibility!!" Inner Keyla clamoring.

Gio smiled cutely, "gue likes to squirm Lo's face like a gini. Cute." Gio stroked Keyla's cheek gently.

Gio approached Keyla's face, making Keyla close her eyes.

A few seconds without movement, Keyla opened her eyes in annoyance. Looking at Gio's face up close.

The young man held back his laughter, and finally laughed out loud, "lo face!"

Keyla was upset that she had been played.

BUGH...

Keyla hit Gio's head. "It hurts!!"

"Section. It's your own fault."

Damn it. People make baper, but make sprains.

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Sena looked at the ceiling of her room, turned to the picture frame which had always been stored on the nightstand next to the bed. Take it and mourn it.

"Lo tau Sya. I really feel guilty for not being able to protect Lo from danger. That was my promise to Lo. I miss Lo, don't you miss me Sya?"

"Gue hopes you'll come back, but I realize, it's impossible. How many years have we tried to be in office, whereas Lo promised we would help each other, but Lo who failed."

Sena restored the picture frame in her place back.

"Gue hope you calm down there. But the most I wish, I was given a second chance." Sena curled up and tried to sleep.

On the other hand, a woman smiled wryly.

"Cena. I'll come, with myself. I don't think so, because you won't believe." He drank water in the cup next to him, and continued typing.

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SERIATE...