Waiting At the End of Dusk

Gala returned to the village

"So, Mr. Jundi and Mr. Rose have sold the house. All his assets were confiscated by the bank. Therefore, Miss can be welcome to get out of this house immediately." Jaka explained firmly according to the contents of the map.

"Yes, but what's the matter, sir? Why is it suddenly like this? Neither are my parents here!" Sita began to get emotional. Although he did not see any reason in the contents of the map. It was all taboo to him.

Jaka scratched his non-itchy forehead while exhaling a long breath from his mouth.

How can I explain everything?

"Lantas, what about the whole salary of the servants of this house? what's been paid?" Sita felt very shocked by the calamity that was currently hitting her.

"Of course not. For the payment of the servants' salaries, all have been handed over to Miss." Jaka's speech made Sita's face instantly pias. His blood seemed to have gone somewhere.

"What about my parents now, sir!" Sita screamed because it was hard to resist the unbearable emotions again.

"I'm sorry if that's what I don't know." Jaka stood up while confirming his suit. "I hope you leave this house!" He then left Sita in the living room itself.

"Hey! You can't go without explaining to me what happened!" Sita shouted while tailing Jaka from behind. But when Jaka suddenly stopped his steps, Sita jumped in shock.

"I just want to remind you, get out of this house. Or Miss will feel the consequences herself!" hardik Jaka with a sharp look that he threw at Sita.

Sita's teeth tightened, her hands clenched. Unexpected ...

BRAAKK!!!

The map was thrown right in Jaka's face. Sita then went to her room carrying a very upset feeling that made her anger turbulent.

While Jaka was still peeking at the doorway, he pulled the corner of his lips and left from there leaving the map scattered on the floor. The bodyguards also followed their Master to the car they had previously driven.

*****

After entering the room, Sita tried to contact Haris. Because to him, only Haris was the only one who could help him.

"The number you are going to is out of range. Try a few more moments."

"Aaaakkkkrrrggghhhh!" Sita screamed out. His head feels throbbing. His feelings are also confused. He continued to think hard while pacing in front of his bed.

After almost five minutes of thinking, Sita finally got enlightenment. Then he looked for a savings book in the small drawer next to his bed.

After being able to, Sita also directly put it into the sling bag that is still hooked on his shoulder since then, not to forget a piece of paper that he also found there bearing the address of the apartment that Haris had told him. Without thinking for a long time, Sita immediately came out of the room with the look of her face that was still covered with anger.

The servants in the house stared at Sita's departure by exchanging glances with each other. They also wondered through the gaze while raising both eyebrows.

"What exactly is it?" ask waiter one.

"I don't know, I think there is a problem because of the person," said the two maids.

"Kok my feeling suddenly not good gini anyway yeah," said the waiter three.

Until Sita was further away from their sight, the eyes could not be separated from the back that had disappeared behind the main door.

*****

I need to find an answer to everything that is happening right now. Why is Mas Haris suddenly so difficult to contact! Where the hell are you Mas?

The online taxi stopped in front of the lobby apartment. Sita was amazed to see the luxury in front of her.

Waw! What the hell is Mas Haris? He can buy this luxury apartment and a ferrari car. So why is he so mysterious?

After giving some money to the taxi driver, Sita got off while closing the door again. Without hesitation, he stepped his foot inside, not forgetting the piece of paper he took out from the sling of his bag.

Sita entered the elevator according to the front code shown on the paper. An erratic feeling along with a heartbeat that can be heard by himself, plus a sense of annoyance that made him hold back the tears that had been pooled in the tail of his eyes.

A few minutes later, Sita finally arrived at the apartment unit owned by Haris. He got out of the elevator and walked to the unit.

Sita began to enter the access code as written on the piece of paper. After entering the last number in the code, the door opened.

His eyes closed for a moment, took a deep breath, then grabbed the door handle and opened it. The lights inside automatically lit up after the door was opened wide by Sita.

Sita went inside and left the door closed by itself. Although not too broad, but the design in this apartment is very pampering the eyes.

"A lot of bottles of wine, does Mas Haris drink it often? Or just as a show?" Sita muttered as she stood right in front of the neatly arranged wine bottle rack.

He walked through every room in the apartment. Until his feet stopped in front of the door which he believed was a room, because he saw no other door than the one in front of him. His right hand began to stretch out to grab the door handle and press it down.

Sita's mouth suddenly opened wide, the man she had always considered mysterious, was including a very neat man. However, who entered into his sense of smell was briefly inhaled the smell of the room from new furniture.

There is no perfume at all that Sita is very familiar with. Has this apartment not touched Haris at all? sita thought so.

He laid his body on the bed with that elegant design. Closing his eyes for a moment, then reopening them.

He then sat on the edge. His eyes rolled around the room. Sita got up and began to check all the contents in the closet.

His eyes were round when he saw the contents of the closet was full of various women's clothes ranging from the interior, lingerie, dress, stelan and others. Not only that, men's clothes are the same.

However, there is one last door that Sita has not opened. For some reason, she hesitated to open it. However, Sita tried to resist the doubt.

After he opened it, the salivary swallowed it with difficulty. There's all sorts of ropes and whips in there. Sita's bead eyes stared fixed at the tools. His sweat began to pour around his forehead. The right hand that was holding the door handle was shaking.

Why would Mas Haris put these things here? Who exactly is he? Hasn't she been so good to me all this time?

...🌹🌹🌹Bonnect🌹🌹🌹...