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Episode 22

            Aleta's out of the house. His condition, which had begun to improve, decided to return to school which he had left three days with a sick letter that Salsa deliberately made for him. In addition to feeling better, Aleta also missed Biyan who three days ago, prohibited from attending home. Not not not wanting to see it, but Aleta just didn't want any new problems at this crucial moment. He wanted to calm down, trying to heal his own wounds even though Biyan sometimes ignored them. He did not come directly, but through Salsa who almost every day after school came to visit, Biyan left food that Yuna immediately cooked for him. And all that further amplified Salsa's ledge on her.

            Aketa was shocked, when someone's grip was on her right hand. Just as she had locked the door, Aleta had to face Bimo present and instead pull him over without further ado. The two who passed the house Tyaz, disturbed the calm Tyaz who was busy watching tv inside. Tyaz quickly came out and saw everything from above when Bimo and Aleta, already at the bottom. Bimo forces Aleta into the car, and runs straight to the steering wheel, carrying her car and Aleta inside and leaving the rented yard.

            Tyaz grabbed his phone in his pants pocket, pressed a few buttons and pressed the phone to his right ear. The voice of a continuous tone rang out until finally someone answered from across.

            “Aleta forced the man!” said brief.

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            Bimo released his grip when he got to his house. The house with its two-storied splendor, with items almost filling every corner of the house, was indeed not the first time Aleta had seen. Aleta used to come, even though Bimo was forced to come in to accompany him to lunch at his home. The magnificent house that unfortunately only Bimo himself in it managed to get cunningly from the father. With little threat of leaking his father's murder of his own wife, the man named Hendrik handed over what Bimo had asked of him.

            Aleta held her wrist, Bimo's grip. His gaze was fixed on the present Bimo, standing around his waist behind him. There was a fear in Aleta's chest of finding all of this all of a sudden. Wanting to leave, Aleta uncovers it when she realizes that Bimo is now turning and looking at her with a different look. There was no emotion there, there was only a hearty expression with two eyes of regret that Aleta always found, every time Bimo made a mistake.

            “Please forgive me, Al!” Bimo approached which made Aleta take a few steps back. “I know I'm wrong, I'm khilaf. Me...”

            “Emotions?” aleta asked, which Bimo answered with a nod of his head. Aleta looked at Bimo expressionlessly. The figure before him was indeed truly terrifying. Aleta's slight mistake stepped up, everything would just run out. Especially at this moment, there was only himself and Bimo in his house. Coupled with some of his bodyguards that were at any time ready to come, if Bimo called him.

            “I know, even I memorize your attitude whenever emotions come.” Aleta continued her sentence in a still calm tone. “But at the moment, there is no point in you apologizing, Bim, everything is over.”

            “No, we're not over yet, Al.”

            “We broke up!” said Aleta quickly without giving a pause after Bimo's sentence. Both of Bimo's eyes were wide. He seemed to really disbelieve Aleta who usually rarely did his words that often threatened him with breaking up, now even so strongly defend his statement yesterday.

            “You're kidding me, right? Yesterday you just wanted to threaten me?” Bimoa smiled, as if nothing had happened. The smile that made Aleta even more sorry to see him. Unfortunately, I have no intention of giving it a chance back. He was really tired of Bimo's never-changing attitude.

            “I'm serious, you and I broke up, Bim.”

            “Now!” Bimo returned emotion, Aleta was shocked not to play. without feeling, Bimo approached, clutching Aleta's two arms which momentarily made the girl in front of him moan in pain. “You threatened me, just like all this time, you only threatened me!”

            “I'm not threatening you this time, Bimo. Leasin!” groaned Aleta but unfortunately, Bimo did not care at all. He further strengthened his jaw plus his increasingly strong grip.

            “What because of him?” bimo asked in a low tone. “What all this is because of Biyan!” Bimo's tone of voice rose again which made Aleta even more frightened. Repeatedly he stomped his body, trying to escape from Bimo's grip. Unfortunately, instead of being released, Bimo even stronger gripped him. “Jawab!!”

            “Not!” aleta answered with sharp eyes. “This is all because of your attitude that never changes!”

            “Loe?” bimo asked angrily hearing Aleta call him loe and not you as usual.

            “Iya, elo, Bimo Anggara!” aleta snapped which started to vent. “Loe who ruined my life, Loe who has been acting like me. And you are also the one who has been happy when I have been struggling to make a recovery loe!”

            “Aleta!” bimo Bengpak.

            Bimo released his grip, taking a few steps back to watch Aleta cry. Aleta's attitude that always happens every time his emotions enter at the highest level. She must have cried, spilling emotions that she couldn't overflow through her hands, going out through tears. The lowest point of an Aleta that Bimo knows.

             “Al,” call Bimo softened.

             “Gue please, Bim, please release me,” please Aleta while putting her palms together. “Gue really can't be the same loe, I've been unable to.”

            “Neg, Al.” Bimo came back closer, holding onto the cheeks of Aleta who momentarily retreated in fear. “I need you, Al. I love you, I-I love you.”

            “Please me, Bim.” Aleta lowered both of Bimo's hands and took a few steps back. Getting ready to run when he realized Bimo's attitude began to soften. “Loe not really love me, loe just obsessed, not love.”

            “No, Al. I love you, Al.”

            “If you love me, you won't hurt me, Bim.”

            “You yourself know that I...”.

            “Iya, I know. But from the start we're dating, you promise to change, right! But every time I go to a psychiatrist, you don't want to!”

            “Al, please give me one more chance, Al.” Bimo tries to touch Alita again, but Alita quickly retreats with both hands, opening towards Bimo, forbidding him to come back closer which makes Bimo stop.

            “Don't touch me again, Bim. Loe has no right to do anything to me.” Alita started to panic again. Alita ran towards the door of the house, but unfortunately Bimo's body movement was faster than the movement of his two legs running. Bimo catches Alita's hand and pulls her back which makes Alita scream in fear.

            “You can't go, Al. I need you!” bimo said as he continued to pull Alita's hand to follow him.

            “Please me, Bim. Leasin!”

            Alita's mind branched. Bimo's attitude that kept pulling him towards one of the rooms located near the stairs, made him start to panic. For a moment both of his eyes were directed towards a middle-aged woman working at Bimo's house. He knows exactly who that woman is. The only normal human who defended him still lived with Bimo, just for the money to support his son in the village. He looked at Aleta with a sad look. Running closer and managed to stop Bimo's steps by blocking him.

            “Do not, Sir. If you really love her, you won't do this to Non Aleta.”

            Bimo fell silent, his grasp loosened which made Aleta take a few steps back. His gaze was directed at Bimo who was still speechless yet turned around. Aleta drew her gaze to Ria who was looking at her while crying.

            “Go, before I change my mind and re-force you to do something my mind desires, Al.”

            Hearing that, Alita took a thousand steps. He ran to the door and opened it. Aleta was surprised not to play when she saw Biyan there. Trying to break through two Bimo guards who were as strong as possible, holding Biyan's body which continued to rebel. Biyan's gaze, which was fixed on Aleta, made her call him soft. One of the bodyguards runs into Aleta, thinking that Aleta intends to escape from Bimo.

            “Let him go!” bimo screams without coming out from inside. The bodyguard got out of the way, giving way for Aleta to pass through. Aleta ran over to Biyan who had just escaped from the clutches of the burly bodyguard with a black beard and a fierce face. Aleta pulled Biyan's hand, ran over to Biyan's motorbike parked outside the gate, put on a helmet and went straight up behind Biyan's body which had already sat on the bike. Biyan launched her bike with Aleta behind her as Bimo looked out the gate with an expression of emotion.