Cold Man And Miss Stone
1. Samuel Ahkam [REVISED]

Dead men?

Emilia Nugraha tilted her curious face when she had just returned from her place of work as a laundry laborer, suddenly finding someone lying in the thickets.

The road atmosphere. Incidentally, this place has not reached the residential area until all along the road are only pine trees.

The position of the person lying behind the bush also made it difficult for passersby to see, and Emilia was aware that her sensitivity happened to be quite honed.

Was there a young man who got drunk and had a fight? Why leave a corpse here?

Emilia was willing to be indifferent, but the person's clothes caught her attention.

No. gabe. He is not a village man. Her clothes look new and not worn. Except for the tangles and the traces of blood, he actually looked too neat.

Rushing Emilia squatted. Touching the skin of her hand to realize that she is warm.

Still life.

Emilia checked the bloody part of her shirt, finding a small hole the size of a tiny pebble.

Shots. In a village where people still wash in the river like this, most people just muck each other with machetes or celurites.

Guns are not a normal thing here.

Emilia's vigilance is rising. Drawn on the man's face to check it, it was necessary to squeeze because it happened that Emilia was not wearing glasses.

Handsomest.

Emilia did not know what to say in this situation but seriously she had an unusual handsome face. Although there were some handsome people in the village, Emilia had only first found a man as handsome as him.

Rouse suspiction.

Should Emilia kill him? Perhaps if left alone he would also die, but there was a chance he would survive.

No coincidence is really pure coincidence.

A handsome-looking foreign man in clean clothes came to the hiding village of Emilia.

What does intel do?

Emilia had a few questions in her head, but decided to be patient.

First of all, it was booed around the corner of the man's clothing pocket to ascertain whether there was an identity or not. Emilia pulled out a wallet, took out her watch, and the earrings on the right up to the handkerchief.

Checked one by one the object to make sure there is a mini camera hidden or maybe a sharp weapon smooth and so forth.

Clean.

But ....

"Samuel Ahkam."

Emilia stared coldly at the name that was listed behind her first name.

Ahkams.

So he's Ahkam?

Long enough names are not heard.

Of course Emilia so remember something that sucks.

Twenty years ago, when Emilia was already in this village at the age of one year, both of Emilia's parents drowned in a shipwreck.

And the shipwreck coincidentally belonged to Argantana Ahkam, who some time earlier made a marriage request with her father's sister Emilia but was rejected.

That's the short story.

The long story, in the pregnancy of his mother Emilia, Sasmita Nugraha, Wahyuni Nugraha and Argantana Ahkam has a complicated relationship that can not be combined. They love each other, but despite his love for Wahyuni, Argantana Ahkam has an ambition to have Nugraha through the marriage.

Erwin Nugraha, Emilia's father who was aware of Argantana's intentions rejected her and cut off their relationship.

Then Emilia was brought to this place, living here, while her parents were killed even though Wahyuni and Argantana Ahkam no longer loved each other.

In Emilia's eyes, such a story was only a guise. People like them could kill each other for something like power and possessions.

"Miss."

Emilia had just turned on a red laser from a mini flashlight she carried with her every time she went out at night. If it needs emergency help, Emilia just needs to turn it on for them to come.

"He Ahkam. Samuel Ahkam's. Who's she?"

I mean Emilia, what is her position in the Ahkam family.

"He's an illegitimate child of Suryatana Ahkam, Miss. At the same time his youngest son who some time ago was involved in a cold relationship with Argantana Ahkam."

Usually, disputes between brothers, especially in families who have a system of heir to property is a struggle for succession rights.

But if he is the youngest child, aka the youngest, then it means he is the last person to watch out for.

"How is he here?"

"Young Master's men took him."

For the first time Emilia's expression changed slightly.

Tuan Muda is the name of Darto in Mahesa Mahardika, a young conglomerate who has been caring for Emilia secretly in this village while protecting her from the possibility of being known by someone.

So it's no coincidence. And if Senior Mahesa sent him then .. there is something that Emilia should do.

Emilia opened Samuel's shirt. Finding his gunshot scar had been coated by a restraining cloth which meant he had not been shot here, yet he was thrown here.

"Bring him in."

*

His condition is not vatal. In addition to a few holes in his body from the shots, he looked fine and healthy.

Emilia helps Mutia, her personal servant, in the handling of the wound.

Although being able to get Mutia to take care of her, if it was true that she was banished by Mahesa to this place, meant that at least Emilia had to make sure she was okay until the reason Emilia killed her appeared.

"His breathing is still regular." Emilia watched the man closely. "Mutia, go and get away. From now on I'm just a girl who lives alone."

"Good, Miss."

It seems that he will soon be able to wake up.

At that short moment, Emilia cut the entirety of the man's clothes to escape. Throw away his clothes, then looked at that reddish-white stocky body.

The proportion of his muscles shows that he is not only diligent in training, but used to doing heavy work.

Emilia could not help but be suspicious, even if Mahesa sent her. He could have been sent to be killed.

As per Emilia's suspicions, it only took a while, she opened her eyes.

Emilia was dipping her hands into the basin to wash away the blood from the man's body. As a faint groan rang out, Emilia turned away.

"Who?" The man first asked, with a weak voice trembling.

Must've hurt. Sure oes. Emilia sewed her wound without dope.

He has a stock of drugs. Only this man gave no reason why he should be treated well.

"Are you okay?" Emilia wiped her hands which still smelled of blood rancid. "I'm Ema. I found you lying on the street and brought you home."

"...."

"What's your name?"

The man looked at her before closing his eyes in pain. "Sam."

"May I know why you're hurt?"

"...."

Emilia. Take a basin whose water has changed color due to blood.

"I understand. Rest first. I don't have enough stock of drugs, so I just treat you as you are."

Those eyes showed he did not know Emilia. And since he was in pain from the administration of the drug without anesthesia, then at least he would not be able to move.

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