Captured by the Past
CHAPTER 124: Second incident

In the cube room that embraced silence, Almira woke up from the tightness of her eyes. He pulls a cell phone that is lying on his desk, Almira seeks Manda's contact and immediately makes a phone call with her best friend.

"Man ... Where's lu?! You're all right?"almira asked in a row while holding back the dizziness that settled in her head.

"Yes I'm fine, he said Adrian want to know what you want Ra, I was also going to dance," explained Manda in a soft tone.

"Oh that ... No papa times, I just ask the same brother Royyan, "balas Almira threw his back again to the chair he was sitting in.

"Sorry yes Ra, I'm doing Adjunct."

"Well?!" Almira again pulled his body to sit firmly. "What's the matter with Ajun, what are you guys doing?" Again Almira's question streaks.

"So I want to find the apple you want, I kept calling Adrian and Adrian want nyariin, and I also want nyari too, too, right up to the mall uh I was bullied by the people of Gaje and Ajun nolongin me, now Ajun battered me so feel guilty, I swear, "long light Manda.

"There-anything, keep on now you're okay-why right? What is the condition of the Adjun now?"

"Ajun was fine, just a bruise on his face, I was fine too. I don't think I can go back to your boutique anymore."

"Udah do not have to think about me, take care of Ajun, kasian tuh battered son nolongin his girl,"celtuk Almira teased Manda.

"Dam! What girl the hell, ah you're not clear, bye bye .."sahut Manda who then turned off his phone.

Almira grinned and put her phone back to sleep on the table, then she woke up from her chair. His steps move outside, his mind craves a wider oxygen, it feels in the room he has breathed all the oxygen that is there.

Stretched out his hands until he felt the muscles in his body and relaxed his control. His net circulated in the other direction and saw the figure of a grilled sausage seller, instantly the girl's saliva became swift.

"Ih grilled sausage, want ah .."his thesis set foot out of the boutique.

Arriving there, Almira immediately ordered it, incidentally the sausage penjajal was just opened and not too many visitors who might make Almira feel more dense pressure again.

"Sausage grilled two yes sir,"Almira asked in front of a food truck parked not far from the presence of the buttons.

"Yes, wait a minute."

The sausage peddler was quick to roast the sausage over the roasting. He flipped the sausage over and over again until it was cooked, then he mashed the two cooked sausages with ketchup, chili sauce and not forgetting the mayonaise that made the grilled sausage taste more delicious.

"Please miss, enjoy."

Without further ado Almira quickly picked it up. "Thank you sir," he then handed me a green note.

Almira moves back to her boutique. The sausage peddler stood across the street from the little girl's boutique, and Almira crossed the big street beaming, beaming, hot steam billowed into the air and teased Almira's tongue until her saliva flooded her oral cavity.

Black halimun faintly approached Almira. From a distance a large motorbike with a large burly man turned back into a black shadow around Almira, the man's helmet was so tightly closed that it was unknown who was behind the man. Almira still continued to tread without regard to the surroundings.

Right on the verge of the street in front of the boutique Royyan was waiting for his wife who seemed to pay no attention to her path. The little-eyed man continued to pay attention to his wife, whom he unintentionally circulated his gaze and stopped at the figure of the motorized man.

Motorcycle and that guy again, wasn't he the same guy I was with at the time. Why is he here, who is he after this time.

Royyan's mind groped for possibilities.

The net alternately sat the man with cruelty and met the wife with tenderness. "Itself ... Pocket the path,"the gentle Royyan's ink thrust his feet forward slightly onto the highway.

The girl's gaze was thrown before the husband who called out his call. "Yes ..."That's why later.

At the same time, the big motor was traveling at an unnatural speed, the motor was staggering like a person who was under the influence of alcohol. The direction is towards Almira which is still in the middle of the road.

Royyan realized something was wrong with that, quickly the man rounded his eyeballs while taking big steps and pulling his wife's waist and made the burning sausage his wife craved immediately plunge down.

The motorbike shot like a racer in the direction where Almira was and hit the burnt sausage that fell earlier. While Almira was only sculpting when Royyan pulled him and even carried him, the burly man clutched his wife's feet in his stomach area and took her to the shore of the road.

"Aaah .."rengek Almira advocated his body forward.

The seeds of dew began to arrive at his brownish eyeballs. "Sir Royyan ... The sausage fell ..."so Almira softly, her lips poked forward in annoyance.

The big motor darted far ahead, occasionally the big man looked back, looking back, but he did not dare to return as Royyan continued to squint his gaze without any blinks in between while lowering his wife from his arms.

His sturdy body stepped forward, his vicious gaze stoning the row of numbers stamped on the back of the huge motorbike. One hand held his wife who looked like she was going to cry, he grabbed her back to calm her down.

His other hand slipped into his pants pocket, taking his phone. Royyan called Adrian.

As usual Adrian immediately picked up a phone call from the boss.

"Hello sir."

"Find a big bike with plate number B 7656 YES" Royyan said.

"Good sir. Ah yes sir, sekai-ichi's apple is in the trunk."

"okay."

The phone call ended quickly, but Royyan's intertwined brows were still hardened, his gaze constantly being thrown towards where the big-bodied man was propelling his vehicle.

Almira pushed the husband and let go of his arms. "Sister Royyan ..."pekik Almira hit her husband's back violently.

"Ac ..." Royyan grimaced and turned his gaze to Almira who was behind him. "Darling why the hell hit," Royyan's protest directed his body at Almira.

Royyan bent his busily body onto his adorable wife's face; he rubbed his thumb over Almira's soft lips as he arched a smile.

"Yes dear sorry ... If not that you can be a victim of the bike earlier," said Royyan cradled the face of Almira.

The face that was bowed limp earlier immediately poked and found the loving gaze of her husband was flowing so fast, along with the memory of the incident some time ago when Dirta saved her.

His net suddenly just moved towards the direction the motor was disappearing, his forehead shrinking.

Again. There is something strange, why in the near future the same incident continues over and over.

Ah, maybe it's just a coincidence yes, anyway I don't know the person who brought it the bike.

The anxiety stalls gathered into a thick mist within the inner girl. She was silent for a long time, making her husband look at her in wonder.

So, without warning Royyan raised his wife's body on his two arms and broke the thoughts of Almira to scattered irregularly. The cat's eyes turned to the husband who was now raising both eyebrows in wonder.

"What are you thinking?"asked Royyan while bringing his wife back into the boutique.

"Well?!"exclaimed Almira worried, he did not dare to tell the incident clearly to the husband.

As soon as Almira shook her head. "Nothing, anyways you're doing my sling anyway, I can walk."

"You're wayward. So I have to take it like this" Royyan said.

Instantly the girl's lips clenched and let her husband carry her into his room while being held in dark thoughts about the question of who that person was. If it was an accident, why did it happen twice? Moreover, the man never turned around to question the condition of Almira like a person who felt guilty for his accident.

Almira's daydreams deepened, until she did not realize she had entered her private room inside the boutique and her husband had lowered her to stand on his own feet.

"Wait here, I'll change your sausage," said Royyan, who immediately edged out of Almira's room.

"Daeum ..." Only a small murmur came out from the girl's mouth.

Almira turns to the sofa she deliberately provides for clients who want to meet her directly without Sara's intermediary. The little girl loosened her body on the sofa, her gaze blurred on the dark shadows from her inner barn.

He crushed the girl's mind and made her feel heavy. His energy was suddenly drained by his heavy thoughts. He repeatedly fumbled over the possibility of this happening, but no one gave him an answer.

"It's impossible if it happens twice in the adjacent time period anyway," thought Almira, the net was thrown on the empty ceiling in his room along with the back thrown backwards.

A sudden sigh was thrown out in a hurry. Both of his hands hunkered over his slender stomach. "Gue must be careful, this incident has been twice and both I was lucky because someone saved."

Rows of thoughts that decompose from the mouth of Almira all recorded by Royyan without leaving a single piece of his wife's babbling while holding the apple sekai-ichi and grilled sausage.

"There is something Ami is hiding, as it turns out," Royyan said slowly.

The long leg immediately swung into the room and moved near his wife who had now closed her eyes without realizing her husband's whereabouts. Royyan flabbergasted on the sofa gently, his hand swiftly putting all the food his wife wanted on the table, while he threw his back to lean on the sofa.

"You sick?"asked Royyan while playing his phone.

Degh's!

The heart of Almira immediately scattered unnaturally, he did not realize that the husband was with him, immediately opened his eyeballs and confirmed himself. "When are you back?" Almira asked back.

"Barusan,"sohut Royyan was brief.

"Oh that ..."

The little girl's hand began to move to the grilled sausage she had been craving since, without waiting for anything else, she drowned the grilled sausage into her mouth that was already filled with saliva.

Happily, Almira chewed the grilled sausage with a big mouthful. Somehow the girl really wanted a grilled sausage, before Almira was not so fond of this one food, she preferred to chew a large size strawberry that was red.

"What did you mean?"chirp Royyan without looking at his wife.

Degh's!

It was like a hard impact with a ceramic floor, and the ceramic slowly cracked. Such was the sound of the beating of the heart of the brown-eyed girl, even the soft-spoken sausage seemed difficult to swallow; she licked her lips while holding back the spicy taste that surrounded her tongue.

"What are you talking about?"almira pretended not to understand what her husband was trying to ask.

"When did it happen?" Royyan again asked another question in the same position.

"Well?!" His net twitched incoherently, then he put the remaining grilled sausage back on the table.

"Answer. Don't try to lie, "revealed Royyan who then put his phone in his suit pocket.

Almira swallowed his spit violently. "Lied why?! I don't know what you're talking about anymore" Almira replied as she moved from the sofa, moving her husband to walk out of the room.

The woman who had a height of 165 centimeters was about to leave the husband and defied all questions Royyan. Not because she did not want her husband to know what had happened to her, the girl just did not want her husband's quarrel with Dirta to continue.

For this reason, Almira let the incident settle inside her. If she was able to, she was eager to hide it to the very end, but it felt very impossible to hide something from the husband. Royyan is not the type to be fooled.

His sharp neutrality was able to dismantle the black space hidden from his hiding rooms, the glint of his eyes capable of tearing apart anything that had settled down and remained silent deep in anyone's inner granary.

NEXT ....