Happy Reading
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Just as Patrioni turned to look at his motorbike, his eyes found a woman, not a woman standing next to his motorbike.
The woman stood facing him with a mask covering her face. Patrioni knew very well the figure behind the mask. Even though he hadn't seen each other for a while, he could tell with just one look.
Those eyes, the eyes that patrioni has always worshiped because they are so beautiful in color. Those bright brown eyes look beautiful especially when the sun is shining like today.
Even so, in reality he is no longer in a relationship with the person in front of him, because he does not want to be the target of bullying from other children. He still loves his high school life.
They are still in the same position. With their eyes locked for a moment, as they were only about 30 meters from their current frozen position.
And their minds hold their own questions.
"why?" asked the Patrioni coldly.
Even though he behaved like that, deep in his heart, there was a feeling of pity for the woman in front of him. Due to the fact that he still has feelings, and he just wants to save the fate of his high school life.
Deep in the shallowest corner of his heart, he wanted to hug this woman in front of him, but he couldn't, because there must have been many eyes watching them, and many ears listening to their conversation. Even though the parking lot is pretty quiet.
Yes, even though their school is a private school that is quite elite, the fact is that there are many mouths and ethics at the school that need private teachers to be more educated, even if there are only a few people, but usually they can influence one school.
Patrioni approached, but not on helma, but on his motorbike, he put the bag on the tank, then put away all his belongings.
'she seems fine,' said Patrioni, slightly relieved to see Helma standing nearby, despite the many wounds on his legs and arms.
'what exactly happened?!' the patrioni was utterly enraged at such a cruel reality, yet powerless.
In fact, he couldn't act recklessly, because he didn't come from a reputable family, even though his parents weren't poor, but still he couldn't act recklessly. The most outstanding thing he has is his physique, not bad image, and intelligence.
He doesn't want to lose everything at the same time, that's why he plays smart. However, it was impossible for him to convey and he said to Helma. At least for now, he had to keep his plans a secret until the situation was safe and he could have a good talk with Helma.
"I want to talk to you," Helma said looking hurt by Patrioni's cold words, but tried to hold it in.
"Hurry up, I don't have much time," Patrioni said, clutching the bag.
At that moment, he caught a glimpse of someone standing on the 2nd floor balcony, for that he was getting more and more worried. It could be that someone is trying to listen to their conversation.
"Are you really dumping me just because of my broken face?" asked Helma to the point.
'no' Patrioni thought- "yes, I just had a relationship with Laras, and you can relax at home, waiting," said Patrioni, as if giving a code, but unfortunately Helma didn't understand that.
The meaning of waiting for what Patrioni said was waiting for him to catch who had hurt him. But unfortunately, Helma couldn't understand it.
"From the start I suspected, there is no pure friendship between a man and a woman without involving feelings, and now look, it turns out that I was stabbed by someone I trusted!" reproach Helma angry and very disappointed.
Patrioni bit his inner lip. refrain from revealing the truth at this time. he refrained from hugging the girl in front of him as hard as he could.
A little more, a little more, he will succeed in persuading Laras to want to ask his father to investigate this case more deeply. Even though he made up a few stories, he was finally one step away from bringing Helma's case to court, and arresting the criminal.
No, he couldn't say it now, because he sensed that some people were eavesdropping on their conversation. Don't let it all be in vain.
He hardened his heart, closed his eyes for a moment, then exhaled slowly. He said in a low voice and a cold, even face.
"We're over Helma, I've never stabbed you in the back, think carefully why am I like this," said Patrioni, still trying to code to Helma to understand the situation.
"Because I'm not beautiful and not rich anymore?" Helma asked herself in frustration.
Even though he had prepared his heart for everything that happened, but still, he couldn't hold back the frustration that gripped his heart. It was as if he didn't want to believe that this day existed.
"No" Patrioni answered flatly, he put on his helmet and got on his motorbike.
"So what?" asked Helma gripping Patrioni's hand firmly.
"Because Laras' father is a lawyer, his uncle is an investigator. And you have to understand Helma's situation," explained Patrioni giving Helma a hard code.
After that Patrioni started his motorbike, then left Helma who was trying to hold back her tears. He still doesn't understand what the patrioni is trying to convey, all he knows is that he has been dumped by the person he has always loved and believed in.
In the midst of the frustration that he couldn't hold back, Helma laughed to try to get rid of the pain that was afflicting her, but her tears kept falling.
Until it looks like Helma is laughing and smiling. Like a psychopath who is thinking about a plot to kill or something.
Helma really looks weirder and crazier, she laughs and cries at the same time so that it makes some people who see her become scared and goosebumps, especially Helma's laughter is not giggling or forced laughter, but laughter full of cruelty.
he has ate the bait that was spread.
Helma left school, getting ready for tonight. Because apparently, everything was true as the letter said.
Hell if the person who sent her the letter was the same person who tortured her. Right now the only thing on she mind was revenge. Whatever happens in the future, she will think about it later.
For now, he only wanted to focus on revenge. Especially on Laras who finally really snatched the patrioni from her hands.
Perhaps, now Laras was laughing with pride at having won the patrioni, but that smile would not last long. And let's see, is everything the letter said true that the Patrioni would do the same to Laras?.
She couldn't wait to see it.
"wait me babe"
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TBC