BEHIND EMOTICONS LOVE 1515 (END OF LOVE STORIES)
EPS 89 LOVE DADDY

EPS 89 LOVE DADDY

Father may not be good at showing love to his children, but behind it all he secretly fought and sacrificed for their future. Subrata looked at Susan's departure until her body disappeared behind the elevator door. Then he walked back to the balcony. Enjoy the view of the stars from the top floor of the 450-meter-high Ritz Carlton Hotel.

A universe where millions of celestial objects move regularly in mysterious ways. Besides offering beauty, it also holds the potential for terrible danger, when the objects collide with each other. Earth is one of the planets that are often hit by lost celestial bodies into earth orbit. Largely destroyed and failing to penetrate the atmosphere, a small part escaped and destroyed the Earth's surface.

Jegjegjegjeg!

Suddenly the sound of a helicopter breaking the silence of the night before that morning, Subrata sharpened his vision. An Apache attack helicopter suddenly emerges from the shadows of the skyscrapers. After weaving through the air and forming a semicircle, the super-advanced iron bird stopped right in front of the balcony where Subrata was standing.

Subrata put his hands in front of his face. The dazzling beam of light from the helicopter made his eyes unable to see clearly. For a moment he saw nothing. He shook his head. After that he looked back forward. Just then the pilot pressed the fire button on the panel board in front of him.

‘Wush!”

A highly accurate and high-powered Patriot missile is hurtling very fast. Directly to the balcony of his room. Subrata's eyes immediately slit. There was no time to dodge and a chance to run. He could only see the missile hurtling right towards his body. But a big smile remained on his face that was so calm.

SHOUTS! SHOUTS! SHOUTS! SHOUTS!

Four beams of golden-yellow light suddenly emerged from the darkness of the hotel roof. Darting rapidly formed a line of light that dazzled the eyes. Two lights greeted the arrival of the Patriot missile, two other lights aimed towards the Apache helicopter plane that flew floating in the air. The pilot's face suddenly turned deathly pale and could no longer make a sound.

A BLAR! A BLAR! BOOM!

Exposed to the laser light, the patriot missile and the helicopter exploded almost simultaneously. His voice was blaring, shaking the sky above the city of San Francisco. Subrata still stood upright in his place. The super powerful explosion that occurred before his eyes, did not hurt him at all. Apparently the balcony room was coated with bulletproof glass that is very thick and transparent.

Brak! Prak! Bugs!

A few pieces of metal were thrown towards him quickly, but only hit the glass wall very hard. But nothing cracks or breaks, not even shakes. This is called the X-Ray Shield, a defense system designed by his weapons company. What a very sophisticated defense system, which only belongs to the class of Subrata.

Taps! Taps! Taps!

There were footsteps running quickly into the room.

“Protection Dome!” shouted his commander.

Several Subrata guards entered the room with combat-ready weapons. They stand to form a posse to protect the big boss. Then walk quickly from the balcony of his room, then exit through the secret door. Several other bodyguards quickly cleared the place, removing Subrata's footprint in the Presidential Suite room of the Ritz Carlton hotel until his fingerprints were lost.

***

On the street in front of the Ritz Carlton hotel, Susan, who had just exited in the car of her bodyguards, clearly saw the incident. From the very beginning of the helicopter, he was already suspicious. Especially when he saw the fire coming out of the tail of a patriot missile fired from a fighter plane and shot quickly towards the balcony where he and Subrata were standing enjoying the stars.

A BLAR! A BLAR! BOOM!

“Subrata!” his yell.

Without looking at the driver, he ordered the car to be stopped.

“Subrata!” the screams get louder. ” Stop! Just stop! Stop, sir!”

But his orders are not at all understood. The car that drove him continued to drive down the city road that looks deserted. Even a bodyguard sitting next to a pinstripe had no reaction, but there had just been an explosion at the hotel where his big boss was staying. Susan instantly turned her body, turning her head towards them with angry eyes.

“Calm down ma’am. Everything is fine,” said the bodyguard politely.

“Heh! You're Subrata's men, right? Why do you let your boss who is in danger?”

“Nothing happened to mr. Subrata ma’am. You can call him after we get home.”

Susan wails. Soon he picked up his phone and called Subrata's number. The number is still active, but there is no answer. Heh, the girl let out a long breath. At least it made her feel a little relieved. And he believes Subrata is surrounded by the best bodyguards in the world.

Subrata's bodyguard finally reached Susan's house. The woman got out of the car and called back. The number still remains active, but has not been raised by Subrata. Then a guard came down and gave him his cell phone.

“Use emergency number ma’am.”

Susan accepts. The phone is connected.

“Halo, what is Fred?” subrata's voice is on the other end of the phone.

“Halo, Subrata it's me, Susan, are you okay?” susan Sahut.

“Owh, yes Susan. I'm doing fine. Now go into your house. Close all doors and windows and for today do not accept anyone who comes to your house,” Subrata message.

Susan was silent for a moment.

“Iya. Okay," he said, looking around his house.

“Don't be afraid, my guards will take care of you twenty-four hours.”

Susan nodded her head. Then their phone connection was cut off. Susan rushed into her house. Before closing the door, he looked around his house. There were several foreign cars parked not far from his house located in the elite area. San Francisco's. It must be the Subrata guards, her inner.

After taking a bath and wearing her nightgown, Susan fell asleep in her room. After the events that happened last night, it felt like his body was so tired and needed rest. But somehow his eyes do not want to be closed. His heart was so agitated and unsettled. One by one he tried to string together Subrata's words last night.

‘It turns out Subrata has a son, named Andika. But he was not interested in his father's business, so Subrata planned to make Marcon Allpanigard his successor. Very clever plan, and Subrata tried to change the character of Marcon in his inner way,’.

His lips smiled widely, as both of his eyes closed, falling into dreamland.