"It turns out that you are really after my daughter?" Mehmed said while sitting in Dilan's yard.
Dilan's face didn't answer at all. His gaze still lowered as he lifted his chin occasionally.
"I want you to close my daughter and bring her back," Mehmed pleaded with a playful look.
With a face that instantly faded from the smile, it turned to a serious expression.
"Dylan!" call him back.
Dilan raised an eyebrow, "I won't promise, Uncle. I like your daughter, so that's my reason for working here."
"Hahaha, that's why you were willing to stand in our way in the past to save Emira. As expected!" Mehmed snickered start to pull out his cigarette butt.
One of the men thrust a small fire at him.
"Dilan, Dilan. You are a kid who doesn't play around!" Mehmed said.
"Uncle, you can leave here. Don't you know what my job is now? A cop doesn't have time off to arrest someone!" Dilan warned against Emira's father.
However, Mehmed did not grin sharply and only chuckled softly as he looked at Dilan.
"Okay, young man! Uncle will come back here again. Remember! Take my daughter and bring her back, and if you didn't do it, your brother is about to suffer more in Lampung," threatened Mehmed.
Suddenly Dilan's eyes went wide, highlighting the sight of Mehmed that was about to leave his residence.
"Uncle, what did you do to my brother? Don't try to bother him! He's just a weak man." Dilan vented his emotions in his hand.
"Don't worry! I won't bother your stupid brother. But, as long as you bring Emira to me, then she'll be fine." Mehmed left the yard of Dilan's house with all his arrogance.
Dilan just stared at Mehmed's departure with his partners accompanied by a bulging expression in his heart.
His hands were clenched into fists as he felt a pang of pain when his father was about to threaten him against his relatives in Lampung.
Dilan's brother is his younger brother has mental retardation with childish behavior.
He is the easiest target to get. His eyes just closed as he froze in his mind.
***
Jebran—the handsome, cool and, slightly arrogant CEO threw his cellphone on the bed.
His hand took off the charismatic-looking coat and put it on the hanger on the bedroom wall.
He immediately looked in the mirror as he was about to say, "It turns out that I am quite handsome!"
What? It turns out that behind the cold nature. Jebran was joking a little inside. But why did he cover himself inside?
"Emira, Anindira? They must like me. I'm sure of it!" he said casually.
"Ugh!" he grumbled as he swayed his feet.
The socks that were attached to him he just threw away.
"Ah!!" Jebran saw a pair of shoes scattered in the room.
He tidied up again and left the room. Side of the wall near the entrance, there was a shoe rack that stood upright closed. He also kept the socks tucked into his office shoes.
His eyes darted around the luxurious-looking room of the house.
The apartments are comfortable and beautiful, quiet and spacious.
Is this the life of today's rich people? His steps began to reach for a dry towel that was in the room.
Cleaning yourself is mandatory! Jebran splashed his body with warm water that came out from above.
He came out with a shirt towel with a small towel drying his half-wet hair.
He started to turn his head to look at himself in the mirror.
It's not playing! His face seemed to hypnotize any woman.
Those stout muscles painted his chest and arms as he started wearing his black pajamas.
Ting Tong!
Jebran turned his head when he heard the doorbell ring once.
TIN!
Jebran opened the door knowingly. Three men with friendly and happy looks entered the house.
"Hey!" Jebran grumbled as he closed the door.
Zaffer, Wilson, Andy. They are Jebran's best friends who always accompany him when he starts to feel lonely.
"Where have you been?" Jebran grumbled.
"Sorry, we've been busy these few days," Zaffer moaned sweetly.
"What about you?" Jebran threw at his two friends.
"We have a business out of town," said Wilson.
"You don't know me? I have to go back and forth to China to continue my father's business," Andy grumbled.
"What about Yasar? I heard he's back," said Jebran. Who is Yasar?
"I heard he's going after you," said Wilson with a handsome look like a western artist. Well, this man is true of western descent. His hair and face are only slightly white with light brown eyes.
"I want to catch him if he comes back," said Jebran, clenching his fists.
"People like that are easy to hide. We're very hard to find," said Zaffer.
"Hey, let's a party!" invite Wilson to open a can of beer.
"Ah! It's you guys. Didn't you bring a chocolate cake?" Jebran complained.
"Ah, it's you! Another time. Let's party once in a while," said Wilson.
The four friends gathered with happiness while accompanied by television shows. The night is his friends.
Friends are a complement to his life. Where are Jebran's parents? Of course, stay different from him. Independent young people will usually live differently.
Moreover, Jebran is the type of person who doesn't like to be someone by order.
"You rarely come back home?" Zaffer asked.
"Weekend," said Jebran firmly.
"Go to your parents' house. They must miss you," continued Andy.
"Well, another time." Jebran grabbed the peanut shell and chewed it.
***
An unexpected weekend. This day I always look forward. Instantly I grabbed a small bag and medium heels.
He was preening thin, with his hair left loose.
"Mom, I'm going first!" I said goodbye while reaching for the car keys in the sideboard drawer in the living room.
"Hey, it's the weekend! Why don't you stay home?" complained the mother who was sitting enjoying her hot coffee.
"No, Mom. I want to go to the park with my friends," I shouted and closed the door.
Among the city parks, that's me licking the ice cream funnel happily. Myself looking at the crowd was looking for direction and distance.
I grabbed my phone and started looking for names. Anita, I called her once.
Me: "Where are you?"
Anita: "We are at the end of a big tree."
Me: "Oh, okay."
My steps went. However, suddenly I was caught in a sight that bore me. Jebran—my boss is being blocked by bad boys.
"Hey!!" I shouted at them.
My steps are no longer slow and, I start to raise my legs to beat one by one that people who want to mess with my boss.
"Yyyaaachh!!" attack me.
"Haa!" Jebran gaped wide.
Blame!
Pow!
Pow!
Each one gets a kick from me. The three men fell to the ground. Jebran gaped as Emira's attack was violent.
His hand grabbed my shoulder, which finished beating the impolite man.
"Emm, Emira," Jebran called to me.
I turned slowly to my boss. Jebran shook his head as he smiled at me.
Somehow he looks different today? His expression is friendly. I innocently returned a sweet smile towards the handsome man.
Jebran lifted his chin at the men who were already lying on the street.
"Are you all right, Boss?" I asked confidently.
It turned out that the three men looked familiar. It is.
You will find surprises in the next chapter.
What do you think will happen?
Continue to follow the story.
Add it to the shelf now!
Review the story and draw prizes.
follow my Instagram: @rossy_stories
Thank you for taking the time to come up with a series of comforting words from the author.
See you in the review column.