Young Girl For Mr. Duda

Terror For Cellyn

Cellyn walked to her room casually, she had just finished taking water in the kitchen. She had to wake up in the middle of the night because of thirst. He forgot to fill the glass in his room before going to bed.

Cellyn locked the door of her room, she sighed softly. His sleep had to be interrupted only because of thirst. He walked to the bed, but something surprised him. Cellyn tapped on her dresser with a look of caution.

He could clearly see a writing that made him surprised instead of playing. He almost yelled, but was undone considering it was already midnight. Cellyn clucked resentfully when she saw an inscription made with paint that read 'die'. He was sure if it was not blood but paint, he was a doctor of course knew how the smell of blood and how the texture.

"That's a hell of a bitch up to me" decak Cellyn.

"Okey, let's play, Baby."

...***...

Devan looked at his best friend lazily. If only he had no important needs, he would not waste his time on unimportant things. His eyes glanced at the cynical Darren who seemed to be casually sipping his black coffee.

"The numbers were terrorized last night, his father was even cool with coffee," said Devan.

Uhuk!

Hearing Devan's words made Darren choke. He put his coffee cup on the table. He looked at Devan seriously, himself surprised by Devan's words. How did he not know that Cellyn was terrorized last night? Her thought.

Devan grunts at the reaction of his best friend. Why new now? Where was his best friend yesterday? He still looked at Darren cynically, annoyed by the behavior of his best friend. He glanced at Darren's laptop which was on fire, Devan exhaling a rough breath. With agility he fiddled with Darren's laptop, a sinister smile clearly imprinted on his lips.

"Little mouse already dared to tease it out," he murmured hissing.

Darren who saw that raised one eyebrow in wonder, actually Cellyn is his daughter or not? Her thought. Darren chose to join Devan, saying he saw his son's activities that night. A proud smile was imprinted on his lips when he saw his son's reaction.

"The descendants of Gautama cannot be underestimated" he said proudly.

Devan rolled his lazy eyeballs. "Up to you."

The two fell silent again, busy with their own thoughts. Until the sound of knocking on the door from outside the room Darren was heard, the two looked at each other and then nodded. Darren immediately invited the man to enter his room, he looked intently at his secretary.

"Sir, you have a meeting in 30 minutes" his secretary said, looking down.

"Hm."

Secretary Darren immediately walked out of the room after saying goodbye. He felt that he no longer wanted his boss to say. After all, Darren wouldn't say much to strangers.

"Si Nata is beautiful so don't you peain!"

...***...

Refan has just arrived at a restaurant owned by Alika. The man walked into the restaurant alone, he sat himself by the window. After ordering her food, she looked out the window. I don't know what he thinks.

The noise made Refan shift his attention. He could see the middle of the commotion, not wanting to interfere too much he chose to be quiet. The man chose to read the email that went into his phone. However, the noise was increasingly disturbing himself. He looked to the side again and let out a rough breath.

"Whispering," the man murmured in annoyance.

Meanwhile, on the other hand, a woman is in a fuss with a man because he is bullied. The commotion invited many eyes to watch the drama being presented. Instead of breaking up, they make it a spectacle.

"You think you're handsome? Cooly? Feeling cool for flirting with girls?" cetus Alica.

Plaque!

"Don't talk to you!" hiss Alika.

The woman grinned. "I can report this case into harassment" Alika threatened.

The man didn't care, he just laughed dismissively. Alika was furious herself seeing it. Meanwhile, the man underestimated Alika's threat. He thought all the women were weak, but he did not know who this girl before him was.

The man was named Anton, a man he said was a rich man. His behavior is much worse than Leon's, because he dares to fuck women. For him, women are his pleasure givers. She looked at Alika with her hungry gaze, looking at the woman's body which seemed to be very beautiful, that was her mind.

Alika took her mobile phone, the woman immediately contacted her best friend, Yesha. Yesha a lawyer certainly makes it easy for her again even without the man knowing, Alika has recorded his depraved behavior that is tempting one of the customers.

"Hallo, Lik! Why are you nelson?"

"Eh! Hi, Sha. Gini, want to ask what number of abuse laws?" ask Alika.

Across there, Yesha was frowning. Be surprised by the question of someone who is his best friend. He knew very well that Alika was very unhappy with dealing with laws, her brain could not remember. Yesha, however, answered.

"Sexual abuse can be prosecuted using the fornication article, namely Article 289 to Article 296 of the Penal Code, while still paying attention to the provisions of the elements of each criminal act," explained Yesha.

Alika grinning. "If verbal abuse can be criminalized?" connect Alika.

"could. Article 315 of the Penalty Penalty for harassment *** verbally* that occurs in public places may be punished. Why?"

"The evidence has been sent to your email. Please follow up." Without waiting for Yesha's reply, Alika immediately closed her phone.

...***...

"Damn! How could the girl remain calm despite being terrorized?!" snarled a middle-aged man.

Everyone in the room lowered their heads in fear. They were very familiar with the temperament of the middle-aged man, always getting out of control if angry. One of them sighed softly, he was very lazy to hear the words from his superior. However, he was aware of his position.

The middle-aged man threw whatever was in the room. The room that was originally neat now turned into a mess, fragments of materials made of glass scattered on the floor. This, in fact, makes a woman who is in the kitchen approach them.

A shocked and astonished roar was clearly visible from the moment he entered the room. The woman let out a rough sigh upon seeing the angry gaze from her husband. He also looked at the bodyguards who looked down in fear. She can make sure that her husband is scolding her subordinates.

"Mas, why?" ask the woman gently.

"Ck! None of your business! Just take care of your business in the kitchen, as should the woman who should be in the kitchen. Stop interfering in my business!" snarled the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged woman closed her eyes hearing the words from her husband. It's always been that way, for 47 years of marriage they've never been happy. Her husband always acted as he wished, treating himself as he pleased. He was tired, but he did not want his struggle to maintain their marriage so far to be in vain.

The woman wiped away the tears that were about to fall from her eyes. He sighed and smiled sincerely. She looked at her husband gently, though her heart was always broken by him.

"Yes, already. I'll have lunch first, Mas." There was no telling from the middle-aged man that made the woman smile.

"You're terrorizing that damn woman back until she goes crazy! But, do it tomorrow, just let him calm down for one day."

"Ba—baik, Mister."