Beautiful Guards
Dream Actually

In the living room, three people gathered with such an awkward atmosphere. Nala looked at her parents in turns.

"So you've been lying to Nala all this time? Tell me that Ikal has died, but it still exists. Whahuh? What do you mean by mama?!" Cecar Nala after cooling down her anger.

"Nala, calm down, baby,"

"How can I calm down ma! You've been lying for a dozen years!"

Brakes

Wendi hit the table hard making things go back to silence. Nala was still in her rage. Angry at his parents who lied to him for a dozen years.

"We do not mean to lie to you Nala" said Wendi slowly.

"But you're still lying to Nala!" Nala's cry grew increasingly unable to control her emotions.

"Listen to NALA!!" Snapped Wendi made things go back to silence. Kirana could only sit next to her daughter to appease her eldest child.

"We did this because of a request from Radit, Haikal's father," Wendi said, recalling the events of the past dozen years when their daughter's son was stricken.

"How's my son doing doc?!" Radit asked so panicked. Her hair was randomized because of the frustration waiting for the opration of her favorite son to be finished.

"Alhamdullah, the operation went well. We've stitched up the puncture wound and replenished the blood that came out quite a lot. Soon we'll move him to the hospital room," explained the doctor made Radit exhale relief.

"Thank you doc."

"Same, then excuse me first." Radit nodded letting the doctor go. Shortly after, the nurses came out pushing Haikal's unconscious gurney with an infusion hose and an oxygen tube.

"How is he doing?" Tanya Wendi sat beside Radit who was sitting outside her son's hospital room.

"Still in recovery. How's your own daughter?" Radit asked back with a view not to switch on the door of his son's room.

"Still unconscious, maybe too shocked." Answer Wendi leaned back in the chair looking forward to the events that befall today.

"May,"

"Yes?"

"My wife gave me a proposal to send Haikal to her Grandma's town. There, he would lose his clan and all the facilities available so that no one would suspect him and target him again. How do you think?"

"Your wife's opinion has a point. Too dangerous considering so many competitors are looking to take down. There too he can train himself to be independent." Wendy agreed.

"Wen, tell your daughter that my son is dead. I want them to separate so that something like this doesn't happen again. Because I'm after my son, your daughter has to be affected." Radit.

"But why would you say that your son died?" Wendi asked, not understanding.

"I beg. We do this for the common good. My son is awake, your daughter is awake, too,"

Wendi was speechless staring at the almost desperate bead of her late husband's best friend. Sighing roughly, Wendi nodded in agreement.

"Really, papa just obeyed the words of om Radit, because at that time he seemed almost desperate, and papa could not bear to see that Nala. So please, please understand this decision. We as parents just want the best for their children" Wendi said, hoping her daughter understood.

Not knowing what to say, Nala blocked her bag and left to die 'the house she had been living in all this time. Too many things happened today, and he needed time to win it.

***

A pair of people of different sexes were seen looking at other human couples who were bribing friendly bribes at the hotel resort.

"Sir, are you sure you want...emmm to approach the pregnant woman?" Milea asked a glance at Zaky hesitated, then turned to a couple who seemed to live happily as if the world only belonged to two, the other contracted.

"Yes. I'll make him feel like I'll when I find out he raped my sister" Zaky replied.

Milea silently glanced at Zaky at a glance and then turned to the young pregnant woman.

Brother Khansa....

Dugh

"Geez"

The woman with the braid hair and the clean glasses sighed tiredly as the person on a prank made her fall down the school corridor making her a laughing stock.

Milea during High School was only able to rise again collect her book scattered.

"It's your book!" A book stretched out to her, making Milea puff up and see a beautiful woman with her characteristic tomboyish giving her the book.

"Thank you" said Milea, taking the book in fear of fear. The woman named Khansa Geovandra just smiled and passed away after patting Milea on the head several times.

Milea looked at the woman's departure with a twinkle of admiration. There was a sense of wanting to be like that woman who was always strong, without oppressing others.

"Sir, that woman is too good for you to hurt. It has nothing to do with this revenge story. Remember Anna! He must be sad if he sees his brother has to involve innocent people" Milea said after a long silence.

"Then what should I do?"

Milea tapped her chin thinking of her next plan. A second later, a bright smile rose on his face.

"I know how!"