Alin and Hazar
CHAPTER 43

Wira felt iris seeing the plain shoulders of Alin that plastered real in front of his eyes, finally he draped his suit to the shoulders of Alin.

“It's already night.. later you catch wind,” Wira said, while turning her eyes in another direction.

“Sok cool really lo!” cibir Alin's.

Because Alin did feel a little cold he put the suit properly, he even pinned the suit button.

Alin was surprised that someone suddenly pulled his hand violently, until his body staggered towards the puller.

“Kakak!” peekkik Alin's. His wrist that Hazar was holding was very painful.

Hazar's eyes look bulging, with jaws that look hardened. He pulled Alin's hand violently. He ignored the sound of Alin screaming in pain, as well as the many eyes that witnessed his actions.

“Logs...!” Alin was still struggling trying to let go of his hand.

Hazar finally let go of Alin's hand after they reached the back yard of the deserted house. But, it turned out that they were not alone there, Wira also followed them behind.

Hazar seems to dislike the presence of the hero there. But he tried to ignore the presence of the hero there. Hazar took off the suit that Alin was wearing in a rough motion.

The hero does not stay silent when he sees Hazar's abusive behavior towards Alin. He brushed Hazar's hand away, and protected Alin's body from Hazar's.

“You can ask him to take off the suit well!” wira.

“This is none of your business!” Hazar pushes away the body of the Hero that is blocking his view. But Wira did not budge from his place.

Hazar can no longer hold back his emotions.

BUGS!

A hard blow from Hazar lands on the jaw of Wira. Until the body of the hero staggered backwards.

“Sister!..” pekik Alin, he immediately put the body in front of Wira. Alin's tears are coming out.

Alin's actions are seen preferring to protect the Hero, making Hazar's emotions more explosive. He pulls Alin's hand back, however...

BUGS!

The hero raised his fist. Right about the corner of Hazar's lips. Finally, the fight was inevitable. Alin was screaming for help. Strangely, no one was there. Except the three of them.

Alin was seen running into the house.

Wira and Hazar's hands locked each other in the chest of each of them. Fresh blood flowed from their Noses and the corners of their lips. Their eyes seemed to be emitting flames of hatred against each other.

“What you often do rough on Alin!” The hero tightens his grip on Hazar's collar.

“She's my wife..Well I'll behave to her, it's none of your business!”

The hero looks grinning. “Keep being rude to him. When he was bored and felt unable to anymore with your business marriage, at that time, I will be easier to get!”.

A blow from Hazar hit Wira in the face again. But this time Wira looks uninterested in retaliating, she just smiles grinning at Hazar. It can also make Hazar's emotions more ignited.

“Master!” bobi exclaimed, he immediately broke up a fight that almost repeated. But he had a little trouble because Hazar still wanted to vent his frustration on Wira. “Mr...the people inside are waiting for your presence!”

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Hazar passed through the crowd with his broad strides, he paid no heed to the people staring in wonder at him. Even the call of Grandpa and Papa Alin was not understood.

“Where is Alin?!” hazar exclaimed as he reached the front of the car but Alin was not visible to his eyes.

“Nona is gone Mr.” replied Mr. Sukri.

Hazar immediately turned around, staring intently at Bobi. “Why are you even here? Didn't you.. I command you to look after my wife!” exclaiming Hazar emotions.

Seeing Bobi who just bowed while repeatedly saying sorry words made Hazar even more furious. Hazar kicked Bobi's leg hard enough. Sick, but Bobi still trying to stand firmly in front of his Master. Hazar slammed the car door hard. Then passed away leaving Pak Sukri and Bobi there.

Hazar drives his vehicle at high speed. Ignoring the shouts and swearing of the road user who was almost dragged away by him. Hazar cussed and honked his car horns many times as the streets faltered at red lights.

It took Hazar almost an hour to get to his house. It immediately slid down. Alin! His wife, he still could not find in the room.

“Nona Alin has not been home since this morning Mr.” replied Aunt Yona as she asked where her wife was.

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Setyo's grandfather asks Secretary Jon to find out what happened. He felt very embarrassed by the incident.

“It looks like Miss Alin and Mr. Hazar are having a fight Mr.” replied Secretary Jon.

“Did he also fight with Alin?!”

“No Sir. Mr. Hazar fights with Miss Alin's friend, doctor Wira!”

“Where is the boy now?”

“Doctor Wira has also returned Mr.”

“Did Alin have a special relationship with the boy?”

“From what I heard they were just friends of Mr.”

“Cih..” Grandpa pulled one corner of his lips. “You think there is such a thing as a friend among adult men and women! It turns out that the blood of the female prostitute decreased on Alin.”, Setyo said with a smirk.

Grandpa Setyo seemed to be thinking, he walked back and forth in his study.

“You moved the boy to a faraway place. Make Alin can no longer see him. I don't want any trouble before Alin gives birth.” Grandpa told Secretary Jon.

“But Sir, you have signed a letter of agreement with the Wira doctor!”

“You just need to give him money!” grandpa shouted, staring beaveringly at Jon's secretary.

“Good Mr.” replied Secretary Jon.

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Last night Alin didn't come home to Hazar. He prefers to stay at the hotel. Alin sat quietly by the side of the bed. His eyes looked empty, not sure what he was thinking. Until the morning came, Alin was still awake.

In the morning, Alin decides to return to Hazar's house. She had to go with Aunt Fatma, to visit Aunt Fatma's mother later in the day. Alin still looked like last night only his hair had changed, now that his shoulder-length black hair had been left free.

Alin went into the house with his shaky steps. He met Aunt Yona, Aunt Fatma and several other servants in the living room. Their facial expressions looked different from before. Alin could already guess, surely the Young Master had been rampaging all night. Evidently, some items seemed scattered on the floor.

Alin sighed, then handed over the Hero suit he wore last night to Aunt Fatma. “Aunt please wash yes!” ogre.

Then step upstairs.

Alin did not find Hazar there. Because his body was too exhausted Alin immediately slept. He immediately put his body on the bed without changing his clothes first.

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Hazar closed his eyes, he had already let out a breath many times. Alin's voice, which he could hear from the study, made him feel a little relieved. Cause, at least Alin didn't run away from him. Just like Alin, he was awake all night. Hazar decided not to go straight to Alin at that time. He also felt afraid of his own emotions, afraid that later he would return to rude to Alin.

After feeling long enough to calm himself Hazar came out of his study. There's no one there. Except, Aunt Fatma who was seen deliberately waiting for him at the door.

“Master!” call Aunt Fatma.

Hazar only glanced at Aunt Fatma at a glance. He did not reply, continuing in his footsteps.

Aunt Fatma still tried to speak even though Hazar ignored her. “Yesterday is the anniversary of the death of Miss Diana, Mama Miss Alin.”, said Aunt Fatma.

Hazar's steps stopped, he pegged in place for a few seconds.

“Nona Diana suffered a severe hemorrhage. Until his life is not helped.” Aunt Fatma's voice was already starting to sound heavy. “That color... Miss Alin never wanted to celebrate her birthday.” continued Aunt Fatma. His voice was heard by Hazar.

Hazar turned her back, staring in disbelief at Aunt Fatma. The brief story he heard just now, was very different from the private detective story he had once asked to investigate Alin. The figure of a teenage girl who had stolen his attention first.

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