Arrow Reply Revenge Arjuna
Mr. Malik

“Sorry Miss Arabela. I didn't mean to offend you.  I just want to know." said the foreman.

He felt innocent in the slightest, because he had asked about Bela. But it is very different from Arjuna who does not feel guilty in the slightest. Because his wife was indeed a half-sister from the beginning.

“It's okay, Sir. What my brother said was true, I am indeed his half-sister."

Arabela smiled, she endured the pain in her mind. What Juna said seemed to make him realize what his true status was. Until the Aunt who had a stall approached them, and gave them drinks in the form of coffee and also warm tea for Bella.

And also the typical food of the people there opak, batagor and also some other foods. The shopkeeper's aunt saw Bela. He was so fascinated to see Bela who was so beautiful naturally, that he could not take his eyes off.

"This is tea what his name is, beautiful pisan euy." he said, his age is not too old range at the age of 40 years.

Arabela smiled." Bela, ma'am.” said Bela, smiling at the shopkeeper's aunt

“Beauty pisan, overseas what is blasteran neng?" ask the aunt again

“Oh, I am a native of Indonesia Bi.” Reply Bela. "Of Mercy, this lovely neng is tea or not here, pity it's hot. Aa also diem aja, look at the cheeks are also red for sure this. Bule people, can not overheat. Moreover, Indonesian blesteran same Netherlands.”

Arjuna only scrunched his neck that did not feel itchy, since he chatted with the foreman earlier he did not pay attention to Bela who had been overheated, not only his face but also his heart.

“Hehe.. end he is silent Mom. Bela, if you want to go look for a rustic atmosphere go. I'll be here with the foreman will talk about the development project, I'm afraid if later you get bored.” Revealing Arjuna, Bela nodded he glanced at the Libi.

“Bi, here is no view?” bela asked, the aunt smiled.

“Atuh, of course there is a beautiful neng, behind Bibi's shop there is a rice field and also coincidentally if this afternoon must be very cold because of the wind." Said the Aunt who had the stall.

Make it easy for online motorcycle drivers later, if later they will coffee then the closest coffee shop to coffee is yes in this Si Bibi shop.

“I want to go see brother, can you?” bela asked, spontaneously Arjuna nodded.

Juna glanced at Marsel who was looking at his cellphone, what was with the secretary and his personal assistant.

“Bi, has that person been given coffee as well? I'm worried if he's being bullied by some strange creature, or tree-waiting.” Ask Arjuna, to the shop owner's aunt.

“Udah all, den. Take it easy, here it is safe from mystical disturbances. Aunty has also been given coffee and also fried to the porters. Bibi sure after eating coffee and fried foods, surely the work porters will be more active and diligent.”

“Ya is bi. Let's take a look at the rice field, I want to create an instastory for my instagra.” Arabela went to take her aunt, Arjuna, and Rahmat the foreman was just watching her go.

“Young master, how can young master get along with him anyway? Young master also yes, who helped the company of young master father back again successfully?” asked Rahmat, he seemed so curious about the problems in the Juna family.

“Iya, we should discuss the project now.” Arjuna switched the conversation between the two of them, as Marsel approached Arjuna and also Rahmat the foreman.

“Bos, lunch time. Young boss won't eat? I'll order food, for young bosses and also young miss.” Marsel

“No need cell, I'm still full. Kamarilah, we carefully language this project.” Invite Juna, Marsel joined while Bela is photographing the expanse of green rice fields.

It was all he did for the sake of his calmness, he was still very sick.

“Neng is beautiful, it's as good as cold water. Try to eat first, this is the same claw as the most delicious bone in this village.”

The shopkeeper's aunt gave Bela the typical food of the bandung people, very delicious indeed. Eat seblak which is still hot, close to the rice fields with cool air.

“Wah, thank you very much bi. Bela likes, it tastes good too.” Praise Bela, the aunt smiled.

“Indeed really favors.” He muttered, he was unceasingly chewing on the cloth.

***

Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia.

“Sorry my lord, Nisa passed away yesterday. You don't know, he was found with a piece of blood coming out of his mouth.”

“Peliklah, have you tried to report the policy to Jeno?” tanyakanya.

“Already my master, the police said die drinking insect venom. Cause, die tau kite wants to catch. My master's son was already on sale, when die went to Indonesia.” Said the man in a black shirt, complete with a gun nailed behind him.

The man leaned his back against the chair of pride, unbelievable if he would be so hard-pressed to find the woman named Nisa. And again, the woman had ended her own life.

“When was the last time you saw her, Nisa? Any suspicious gestures no?” ask again.

“Yes my lord, Wednesday evening he did not return to his house. We schemed, die go to penduri people mating, weird very.” The answer is so ambiguous.

“Haaaah, bye Jeno. No need for you to investigate anymore, die is dead as to how can be interrogated. I am worried. My wife does not want to go back to Malaysia because of trauma.”.

The man let out a long sigh, the events of 23 years ago made him endure pain and a painful reality for him and his wife.

“You know, Rose is very dear to our son. Now, Nisa didn't we want to find kemane anyway? There's no way dead bodies you ask.”

“Not to worry my master, my brother die a great tracker I nak-“

He cut the words of his subordinates.

“Dah, hurry back and pack your things. Back to where you came from, I was no longer excited to find my daughter.”

“Eh, can't be like sir. Saye can definitely find my master's son Malik.” He said, reassuring his boss.

“Make as you please, Jeno. I'm going back to Holland, looking for my son and wife.” Clearly, he stood up from his seat and took the suit he had placed on the table.

He put it on, a business card fell out and made him realize it belonged to someone.

“Elgara? Like I've heard this name, similar to..”.

“Sort of tiger my master?” jeno's spontaneous chirps she was given an item that floated towards her.

Seriate.

Theory 1 – Arjuna could be his son Mr. Malik

The theory of 2 – Bela can be included in the catagory of his son Mr. Malik who was stolen

Theory 3 – Arjuna and Bela one nasab

Well guess what, which one is real.