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Episode 85's. Keif.(.1)

A man was laying down his body on the green grass near the pond. Next to her feet rests on the other leg. And both of his hands were folded in his chest. Half of his face was covered in the hat he had been wearing. From the gurat on some of his face, it can be ascertained he has a handsome face like a Korean artist who often mill around on the glass screen.

The man's lips were clamoring like a spell. He has done so many times since he was there. A few times his fingertips raised the tip of his hat slightly. Simultaneously his eyes moved nimble to and fro. Looks like there's something he's looking for or maybe he's looking for later. Realizing that what he was looking for was not visible, he again left part of his face covered with a hat. And both of his hands folded back to his chest.

"I want you to approach someone until he's crazy about you. Once I get what I want, I hope you leave it soon" said a charismatic voice.

The voice came from a man sitting in a chair not far from the man in the hat. A handsome-faced man far surpassed the good looks of a man in a hat. Who else if not Mirza Adyatma.

"So my job is just to make Andrea crazy about me?"

"Yes..."

"After that I left him?'

"Yes..."

"I'm sure it's not that easy." said the man as he sat down and fixed his hat.

"Haha...A moment after he is crazy about you, then there are things that become your main task. But that's later...We'll see first can your charms charm her?"

"Haha.how long is my time"

"four days..."

"What...! A Casanova alone takes at least a week to hook a snapper class prey"

"Aren't you super Casanova? So it doesn't matter with four days?"

"Waws...You are amazing Mr. Mirza Adyatma. Your job is always to make this heart want to jump"

"Haha....Don't worry, my men have investigated where, what and with whom he often gathers. You just learn it. Oya, I will connect you with the Gods. It's one of my beliefs. And he's champion in terms of conquering women's hearts..."

"Ah, my abilities have not diminished in the least Sir. So sir, there's no need to worry. Let's just say this task was done when it was in my hands..."

"Goodle. I love your spirit and your confidence, Keive. But don't let you lick your own spit. You know, I don't like failure..."

"Ready, sir.." said Keive.

He immediately stood up and became reverent when Mirza stood up and left him.

Keive smiled. His eyes looked at the handsome man's back. The man who saved him and his family from death. And because of that, his life was like a shadow to Mirza. He will always be ready to help solve all the problems that ensnare Mirza. Keive's mind wandered far away. His memory of events a few years ago was re-embroidered.

Keive Flashback On

Keive. A lot of bruises he has suffered. Moreover, there were some of those bruises that were dripping fresh blood. Keive is so helpless. All of his energy had been drained after facing the five bodyguards of a man sitting leisurely in a car. Who it is, Keive himself does not know for sure.

Keive grinned as a fist landed back on his face. Along with that his body fell back down after a while and then managed to sit with great difficulty. Keive's gaze became faint. He's totally helpless. And in the midst of his fatigue, a quarrel disturbed his hearing.

"Don't you bother my son...!" said a woman who along with it there was another voice of rejection.

"Let GO...!! I'm not going with you...!!"

"Mama, Lidya.." muttered Keive softly.

Hearing that, Keive tried to stand up. He made his body stand up again. And finally, although not perfect, now Keive has stood up. His eyes stared intently at where Lidya who was struggling and trying to escape. While Mary, her mother looked so flustered to beat up the laughing men and let Mary's punch hit their bodies. Apparently there was not much influence from every blow that Mary had on her.

"I told you, don't bother my son." said Maria, who attacked again.

At the same time a man of great stature hurled several blows at Mary's body. Wal result, the crazy body of the middle-aged woman was immediately knocked down. Maria was unconscious. Fresh blood dripped from the corner of his lips. Also from the wound on his arm that had just been slashed.

"Mrs....!!" yell Keive and Lidya.

"Sat....!! How dare you touch my family!! Who are you really...!! Why hurt my family!" keive said in the rest of his strength.

PROK...!

PROK...!

PROK...!

There was applause. The owner was a tall man. It was not far from his fancy car.

"Om Salim...?" keive said he knew who the man was.

"Yes, Keive. How are you..?"

"No need to make small talk, Om. Why is Salim doing all this...? What's our fault?"

"You are not wrong. Your papa is wrong..."

"Papa...?"

"Yes. Your papa is wrong. Why did he not leave the company and all the assets of the existing wealth to me? Isn't that the result of hard work together...?! Your papa is cunning, Keive. He wants to master everything himself..."

"I'm sure papa has a reason for that. Especially when looking at the behavior of om Salim today. Keive believes papa has predicted what Salim's behavior will be like in the future..."

"Please, Keive...!!"

"Jik om wants everything that has been inherited by papa, then om can have it.."

"That's my nephew...?" salim's grin is visible.

"Yes, of course. But that was before what Salim did today to us!" keive said with a fury.

"Supply...! If you don't hand it over, then your sister will suffer the consequences"

"What do you mean, Salim...?!"

"Haha....Bring her!" salim.

His hand signaled to the man who had been holding Lidya ever since. A gesture that immediately followed the two large-bodied men. And....

BREET....!

The man's hand tore off the top of the clothes Lidya was wearing. The beautiful white girl was hysterical. He struggled and tried to cover up the open part of his body. The body part that is a valuable asset of any woman.

Rebellious eyes of the men also like to jump when watching the scenery that evokes the taste.

"Sister Keive....!!" shout Lidya.

Laughter was immediately blaring to fill the air of the forest edge that looked lonely.

"Hemmmm." they said almost simultaneously.

Their lips also clucked to see two chewy objects that poked beautifully. Decakan hinted that they were ready to devour dishes that were already available before those eyes.

"Sat...!! Keep your evil gazes away from my sister's body...!!" keive.

Keive was silent in anger. His hands were clenched. Along with that, Keive tried to step up. But only two steps, Keive back down. His body was again hit by several blows that hit several points on his body.

Keive is completely helpless. Only his angry snort was heard in between blasphemy and insults against Salim.

"How's Keive? Should you continue performing with your sister?"

"You son of a bitch, Salim." said Lirih Keive while throwing spit mixed with blood into the ground.

Keive wriggled back. Both hands rested on the ground. His snort of breath made the surrounding dust slightly lift into the air. It's bad Keive tried to get back up. And sure enough, his efforts were in vain. A large foot buried his head until it fell back on the dusty ground. As much as Keive's energy held the foot, but his efforts returned to fruitless. His body was back on the ground. Only his eyes were staring at the plight of Lidya's condition which was surrounded by evil eyes.

"Kieve, you have ten seconds. Quickly decide...! If you want to see your sister keep smiling with her chastity, then quickly sign it" Salim said while thrusting a piece of paper.

Keive nanar's eyes looked at Salim who was smiling cynically triumphantly.

"Hurry, Kieve...! Time goes on. Five, four, three, two, one..."

Hearing the count of time, the men rushed to Lidya's body.

"I beg...Don't hurt me" Lidya asked in between her pranks.

To be continued....