Aresyah
Aresyah

Sometimes people who have power are around us and live like ordinary people, that's what happens to Aresya . No one knew the beautiful, beautiful-eyed woman had superpowers, she lived an ordinary life.

Aresya is a beautiful brown-eyed girl, she has power in her eyes, that beautiful woman is the descendant of a strongest God in the past. Aresya also seeks the target of an evil creature, he targets the power of Aresya, which is why the beautiful woman must disguise her appearance and move places with her family and her twin brother. Aresya works in a factory.

A cloud that was once just a plume of smoke eventually melted and evaporated spilling water from the sky, forming white vertical stripes in the air.

Aresya was still standing looking for shelter in front of the Factory, one by one the employees who took shelter with him, chose to hit the rain, riding their respective motorcycles, there are only a few people who still survive, maybe the same as him, do not have a two-wheeled vehicle.

“Sya, we pull three just want?” Shouted Marta who stopped right in front of him.

“No need Ta, you go home first just the same bang Niko, I wait until the rain redah” said Resya raised the volume of his voice offset the swift rainfall stubs.

“We fit kok Sya, ni I slide” said the Batak bloody woman shifted her pelvis more forward, banging the motorcycle seat behind her.

Convincing Aresya, that they could ride three at a time, but again the blue hooded woman rejected it subtly.

“You're sure..!” Shouted Marta again with the gaze of Iba on his friend, now the jacket that Marta wore to her head is meaningless, now she is really soaked.

“Iya Ta!” Aresya Shouts.

“Alright, I first Yes,” said Marta, the black Satria Motor left the factory area.

Marta would go home every day with her boyfriend Niko, so there was no need to think about the vehicle to go home,

The sky was getting darker, a luxurious black car flashed past him, Darmono's eyes glimpsed at the rearview mirror, looking at Aresyah who was still standing, he also glanced at the glass beside the steering wheel, looking at her master who looked indifferent to Aresyah, her eyes were busy staring at the mobile phone in her hand. The handsome man the grandson of the factory owner was Aresaya's husband her husband the owner of the company while his secret wife was just a factory worker.

Darmono deliberately slowed down the speed of the car, hoping his boss said something, until the German-made luxury car, drove slowly and left the factory area Boss did not say anything, ignoring the rain wife, now he was alone waiting for the rain, all employees chose to break through the rain and leave the factory.

But Aresya was reluctant to do it, he would walk forward, on the highway, only to be able to get angkot, he would walk forward, he must be wet later to ride the angkot and it could be in the angkot he will be wet, the brother of the angkot driver will tell him to sit on a wooden outboard bench near the door, because he was wet, afraid of other passengers, and also if riding in a wet-terrace the driver's brother sometimes stopped angkot.

Street lights have started on the flame, decorating the night that has begun to darken, the day is getting darker, but no sign of rain will stop, even more intense. Suddenly the street lights flickered and died.

His eyes began to look right at –kiri with misgivings because the factory area if it was already quiet afternoon because there were rarely houses in the area, only factories lined up along the factory area. One of them is the factory where Aresyah collects rupiah coffers, the Texas factory. PT Langgatex, belongs to the Davino Erlangga family.

“Huh... how is this?” resya said agitatedly.

He felt that someone was watching him and the lights of the two streets were back to death, until finally they all died, he glanced right - left no one he was staring at the bright lights, the bulbs, with the super power from his eyes those lights came back on.

 until a motor light shining right in his eyes makes his eyes glare, Resya's eyes find out who has a motorcycle, someone who wears a rain jacket turns off his motorbike and approaches him.

“I already know, you must not have returned” Marta came to pick her up.

“Taaa!”Resyah in a raucous voice hugged her friend tightly, the angel who was the helper she asked God for .

“I have guessed that you came home Syah.. then my heart is not calm, when I arrived at the contract earlier then I borrowed a neighbor's motorbike, this is used, this is used, I'll take you” said Marta gave her a Rain jacket to wear.

Blaming Marta's borrowed duck engine, slowly leaving the factory area, the area was already completely dark.

Not knowing what it would be, if Marta did not pick him up earlier, he might choose to sleep in the big dumpster, the dumping ground for the remaining pieces of factory cloth. Aresyah had already thought that over a glance.

“Makasi ,Ta” Aresyah hugged Marta's waist tightly, resuscitating her head on the woman's shoulders, she said,

“Why not phone me Sya?”

“Iye elaaa, we are used to fighting and breaking up Syah, it is not new anymore, if we fight tomorrow better it is called the stage of the process of maturation in a relationship,”ucap Marta

“Sama you I'm okay Ta, because you're my best friend, but same bang Niko I feel bad”

“Do not do that Ta, factory area already you know the danger, the case of rape and murder of LanggaTex employees still imprint in the hearts of everyone”

“Iya anyway Ta, then that I was also afraid earlier” said Aresya in a soft voice

After 15 minutes of travel, Marta finally stopped her duck bike in a high-fenced, white-painted, luxury house in the Bekasi area, not far from where she worked.

“After there,” said Marta lowered Aresya a bit away from her house, avoiding the supervision of the mansion.

“Good, thanks Yes Ta” said Marta with a face looks very grateful because Marta picked her up

“Iya already there, we will connect the bath later through Dream” said Marta joking.

Resyah left Marta, she still saw her until she opened the gate and entered,

As usual if Marta drove him home , will lower it from a distance, a distance of about 200 meters from the house that occupied Resya.

As Resya's agreement, with Nyoya Marisa, if she can't divulge their secrets, the point is that no one knows that Resya is married to the granddaughter of the owner of the company where she works.

After making sure Aresya had entered and closed the gate then Marta turned back her motorbike and left the complex.

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Aresya took off the rain jacket that Marta lent her, she hung it on the porch for tomorrow she took it back to the factory, for she could return it to Marta so her best friend borrowed it from her neighbor earlier.

“Thank God, non Resya has returned” said Mr. Darmono, suddenly coming from the door.

“Eh. Father here?” Resya asked with a shocked face.

“Iya Non, heavy rain like this road home Bekasi-Jakarta must be jammed, young master asked here” said Mr. Darmono.

“Oh. Mr Davino again why sir?”

“Again rest in his room Non, he just finished shower.”

“This Non lap first body, Mother has prepared a warm soup for Non Resya,” said the middle-aged woman he gave a thick towel white to Aresya.

“Still Bu.”

Aresyah stepped cautiously towards the upper floor with the sound of her legs slowly trying not to make a sound, with a towel coiled around her shoulders she wanted to enter her room.

“Jam has just returned home ,just do it!” Davino's voice startled him, with a cynical gaze looking at Aresya from top to bottom, an intimidating look.

“Macet but pak”

“From Dutch times. Bekasi and Jakarta were already stuck subscriptions, so there was no need to tell me that again” said the man firmly, making Aresya bow, he said politely and went into his room.

“Prepare yourself to serve me tonight,” the door is firm.