Mystery of Grandma's House
Second Round

"I told you not to make trouble, right?!" Tukas mas Adi who followed me at the police station. His voice echoed in the waiting room of the police station.

Yes, I can be free without being processed with Adi's own mas that guarantees me.

"I'm sorry, I just can't stand his mouth" I replied.

"What's your next plan now?" Ask Adi to me.

"Let's go, I want to go home first. My mind was in a state of turmoil" I said trying to stand up.

"How does your boyfriend go?" Ask me Adi.

"He's not my girlfriend, maybe not yet. But I don't think I'll have the mentality to see him anymore. I've acted foolishly expecting it" I said.

Undeniably my sadness overcame the pain I am experiencing now. The shadow of Wulan who did not defend me at all occasionally flashed. In fact he helped help the brengs*k even he looked very worried. Hmm is he still expecting love from that demon?!

"Woy, even daydream." Mas Adi surprised me.

"Yes, sorry. Again grasain aching mas" I rubbed my temple back that there is still blood drying there.

"Hahaha the sick one is not there, but here" Mas Adi pointed at my chest. With his laughter.

"Cihhhh" I pecked annoyed.

"Have it, I have the results of something you asked me to investigate. All I have detailed here" said Mas Adi throwing a brown map towards me.

"Actually I'd like to take you to their headquarters today. But seeing you are heartbroken I am not hearty, hahahaha" added mas Adi still teased me.

"Don't tease the boy, you're the same! can't be assertive about love" said a beautiful woman with short hair passing through us.

"Now?" Mas Adi lirih said then fell silent.

Oh, so this is Tika. The name that was once told by Eko mas as his dream mas Adi. They never expressed a sense of each other because they are both on the rise of their careers. Although sometimes Tika tries to ensure his status in the heart of the Adhiaksa. It turns out our fate, both stuck in friendzone.

"Hahahaha, karma is real om Adhiaksa". I murmured in my heart.

"Why did you look at him? He's not the kind who likes brondong!" Ketus mas Adi's.

"Who knows??? Hahaha" I teased her.

"Go home there you are! Just bother it" snapped mas Adi was about to get up.

"Yes-yes I was joking mas Adi. So I go home what mas ride? Cook on foot?" Narrator.

For a moment Adi was silent.

"Em, it's been picked up" replied Adi advancing his chin. I immediately looked.

"Wulans?" A little surprised I saw him. I thought he would accompany that brengs*k at the puskesmas. And the three people behind the midwife surprised me even more. Daddy mom !

Soon I ran to my mom and dad. I hugged them alternately, longing and tired I spilled in the waiting room that was quite loose. And my little brother Hendra who looked a little whiter hugged me back tightly. A look of wonder saw me from some officers passing by I ignored.

"How come you guys are here hyks hyks" I asked with occasional sobbing. I don't feel my tears just spilling.

"Later the story. Let's go out first. Not nice to see a lot of people" a beautiful soft voice I missed from my mother. Started wiping my tears with his handkerchief.

"Long the story, son, later father told me in the car hallway" invite father to take me. I just according.

I never thought I'd see the family I've missed so far. I haven't seen them in nearly a month. It felt like I was tired of changing my happiness.

Dad's car drove leisurely with no purpose I know for sure. Wulan is by my side at the moment. It felt awkward because of the problem. We're not what we used to be. We were more silent with occasional glances at each other. Add to the atmosphere of being clumsy.

Woman with black hijab with reddish blushing cheeks. With the visible tears already dried up. Her eyes are so beautiful dark brown, with firm but still soft eye angles. Makes me feel more comfortable looking at her.

"Ehemmm" deheman father briefly blurred my dream that was coughed up at Wulan who was sitting with me in the second row seat.

"We will go to the house ayu son" said the mother as if adding to the father's deheman earlier. With the corner of the eye condenses clear crystals that are ready to spill.

Why there? Doesn't she have a boyfriend? Can't I just be forced to marry her?

"Mom doesn't like you being a wild, rich gini son!" Snapped mom suddenly.

"Since when do you like to fight and harm yourself? You're almost in jail, right?" Continued the powerless mother held back her anger.

"Let Ma'am, his name is also male" said the father mediated.

"Your bad nature goes down to my son!!" Wiry mother while occasionally sobbing.

"You must get married soon to correct your vices!" Its effects.

Degs..

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Meanwhile in the bed of a small clinic near the beach. A body is lying with bruises on the face. His eyes continued to gaze at the ceiling with a worn-out white ceiling on it.

He kept remembering what happened just a few hours ago. It was unusual for him to be used to violence.

It was as if he had no strength to keep up with his opponent. As a result, his white face must be battered to receive a rain of bogeman from a man who he vaguely knew his name.

A shocking fact for him who is actually a cold-blooded executioner. Who will not hesitate to finish off anyone who blocks him with cruelty. He now had to lie there withstanding pain and bruises all over his body and face.

Added to the hardship of a woman who he deliberately left when a few steps away to the wedding with him. It was so hot in his ears.

"Please dear Mr. Andre, don't disturb my life anymore. I have forgotten and forgiven you. So please don't ruin my life again. Thank you and sorry for your insolence. Excuse me"

A long sentence of itchy eardrums in the ears of the man who is famous as the man who has no conscience. He was unable to answer even a piece of the word as if reluctant to come out of his mouth. For a moment his mind was holding on to something else.

"I should have been able to turn that rancid boy off earlier! Butwhy? Why does he make me so shiver. A sensation I never felt before!! Hahaha" his inner self continues to monologue.

"I want a second round, just wait for the rancid boy!!"

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