Police car sirens echo coming. Several men in brown uniforms descended from there.
"There sir!" The school security guard turned out to be the one who contacted the nearest duty officer.
"Raise your hands!" A gun was pointed at the sky and the trigger was ready to be pressed.
Dor!
Suddenly a warning shot rang out because the three people there had not yet stopped their fight. "Do not move!"
Surrounding the three people, the officers broke up the fight. Attracting one young man and two thugs, they locked the movement. But apparently one of the criminals rebelled and managed to escape.
Throwing a sharp weapon, he managed to snatch one of the police officers.
Dor!
Suddenly a shot from another person flew at the leg of the stocky man.
"They are both criminals sir. they are trying to harass the girl." The young man also tried to explain the essence of the problem.
Dea cowered in fear on the side of the road. The tears haven't stopped since then. He really didn't expect to experience such a tragic event. He didn't even think about going to the police at all.
"Son Dee." The security guard approached, he didn't know that there were children from his school there. He thought it was just an ordinary fight. "Son Dea are you okay?" investigate.
Dea could not answer, a sense of trauma overcame her. The shadow of the knife wounding the young man who helped him couldn't be shaken off.
"I'm sorry Sis. Are you all right?" One of the policemen also approached the beautiful girl and tried to ask gently.
Dee shook his head. "T-Earlier they were s-ngancem s-I w-used a p-knife," he explained, forcing a voice.
"W-They w-want to s-take me s-there." Pointing to the empty house, the girl's tears flooded again.
"L-Lucky th-there y-he y-helped." Looking at the young man, Dea couldn't imagine that that person would be injured even badly just because of him.
"That's it. You don't have to be afraid, after this we will take care of the thugs. And we will also investigate their network."
"Let's go quickly!" Suddenly the two thugs were taken to the police car.
"T-Thanks t-thank you sir." Even though the thugs weren't there, Dea was still traumatized.
"You're welcome. We'll go first. And Mr. Security guard, thank you for the report."
"Yes, sir." The security guard also paid respect to the authorities.
The young man who had been released by unscrupulous police officers approached Dea. "Are you okay?" In fact, he was the one who asked, even though he was worried about himself.
"I-I'm fine. Lo?" Dea took a breath, examining the battered face, she also saw that there was a scar on the young man's right hand.
"Your hand is injured," said Dea.
Reviewing a smile, he also ignored the wound. "It's just a small wound, given a little medicine it also heals."
And just at that time Big Brother Dea came. "Are you okay, Sis? Sorry, I just read your chat."
Bursting to hug her sister, Dea's tears broke again. "Dea is afraid, Sis," he complained.
"It's okay dear. Brother is already here and Brother promises to never be late to pick you up again."
After that they parted without remembering to meet. But Dea will never forget the face of the young man who was very, very good to him.
Trying to find out about the man, he never got a shred of good news. Until on the first day of high school, he met a man who looked exactly the same as the kind-hearted young man, but the attitude and first impression of their meeting did not match Dea's expectations.
So the man's name is Randra. .I'm sure he's the man who helped me three months ago, but doesn't he recognize me?
There is no chance to ask questions, until now when Dea meets Randra, the battle will take place.
"Looks like he doesn't remember who I am," concluded Dea.
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The heart is sinking in pain, sinking in disappointment, but must remain strong to survive in a dilemma. I want to reach happiness. But pain always stabs at the bottom of the soul. Tired of feeling, can't even go back. Everything just happened according to His will.
.blinked his eyes, apparently Khanza fell asleep after being satisfied crying over his fate. Stretching his muscles, he inched out of bed.
"It's getting dark," he muttered.
Then entering the bathroom, he accidentally saw his reflection in the mirror.
"Oh my my eyes?"
Swollen from crying. Suddenly the eyeball felt narrowed and heavy.
"How do I get rid of it? Can't I come out later still in this state? It could get complicated."
Tried various ways. The little girl washed her face until she decided to take a cold bath. .slightly reduced, but still the swelling is still visible.
"If Sis Zay sees me, I'm dead," said Khanza.
Fiddling with information on google, he also got the best solution.
"Use make-up?" Uh it's not him at all, but what can be done from being mumet.
Then sat at the dressing table, he opened a drawer containing makeup tools. "Mama and Sis Sisi always buy me these make-up tools, but I feel like I'm too lazy to use them. I can count how many times a year I make up."
Then take some face cream and powder. Khanza began to apply on every inch of facial skin.
"Still visible," he commented when he saw the reflection in his eyes. "Do I get a little thick again, okay?"
Polishing his face once again, it feels strange if he only uses powder. Suddenly took other equipment, lastly the cute girl used to rub lip gloss on her lips.
"My face is weird when I make up," said the little girl.
And just as he had finished, the Brother-in-law called for dinner.
"Za let's eat!"
"Yes Sis. Just a moment! .Sis Sisi go first, Khanza will come down soon!"
"Sister wait! Don't be long!"
"Yes!"
Going down to the bottom, Khanza suddenly made everyone at the dining table gape in amazement.
"Honey pinch me," Zay asked his wife.
Then Sisi pinched her husband hard. "Oh!" groaned Zay.
The middle-aged man's eyes did not turn to Khanza. Blinking his eyes, he was not used to seeing his little brother preening like that.
"Mama's child make up? Tumben? Where are you going?" said the mother. She thought for sure that Khanza would want to go out with boys, because young people usually change from themselves only due to certain impulses.
"I'm not going anywhere, Ma. Khanza is just learning how to dress up," he evaded.
"Want to change your appearance?" guess Sisi who also added.
sad. Khanza still doesn't want to change his appearance. He is still comfortable with the predicate sloppy outside of school. "No Sis. Khanza is just trying it for fun."
Take a deep breath. Damar also commented on a smile. "Papa's child is very beautiful, let's eat first," he said. "You'll get cold later, poor aunt who has prepared all this for us."
"Yes Papa." Khanza took his seat as usual. Opposite to Zay—the ignorant older brother.
You see, just as Khanza sat down, the man had already reached into his cell phone and immortalized his brother's portrait on his sophisticated object.
"Brother! Watch out if Zay uploads it on social media!" angry Khanza.
"No. Just to remind you that you also had a beautiful sister." There was laughter too.
There was always a commotion that ended with Damar's reprimand—the Papa.
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