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Satisfied with his anger, Usman turned his heels and walked away, followed by Sukma walking behind.
"Come on Sukma, we'll go to your master's house!" said Usman after riding his tail motorcycle.
"Yes sir." Sukma. Then land his body weight in the back seat.
After Usman's departure, Farel yelled and slammed into the unfinished wall while venting wrath. The half-finished wall immediately collapsed and hit Farel's feet.
The screams of pain were deafening so that all the workers left their jobs and immediately gave help.
They lifted Farel's body and took him to safety.
"Hurry up and call an ambulance!" tell Farel while enduring the pain that felt in the crown.
One of the workers rushed to pick up the device he had stored in his bag. Then he contacted the nearest hospital to immediately send an ambulance to pick up Farel.
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Usman arrives at Randy's house when the sun is nearing farewell. He looked amazed when the magnificent building in front.
She hesitated as her hand stretched out to press the doorbell on the side of the gate.
Is it possible, this magnificent mansion is the home of my master Rana-daughter? Usman wondered in his heart. He doubted that his daughter worked for an employer who owned a magnificent house and its splendor was almost equivalent to the residence of the sultans.
"Sir, you're not at home wrong, are you? This magnificent house is actually the home of her employer Mbak Rana?"
The question sentence uttered by Sukma awakens Usman from seagrass. The middle-aged man scooped up the air deeply and then exhaled it slowly. Then he opened a voice-answered the question that was thrown from his daughter's lips.
"Father doesn't know either, Ma. But, the address of this house is exactly the same as the address of the house that was texted by Mas Randy."
"Wahhh, means Mbak Rana's employer is a sultan, huh sir? Who knows, after divorcing Mas Farel, Mbak Rana was paired with his employer," said Sukma chatted.
"Huss, don't worry about Nduk! How could your master possibly want to be the same as the poor?"
"Well, nothing is possible if the Gusti Allah willed it, sir. We will never know how God will lift up a servant" said Sukma sage.
"Yes, too, Nduk. But we can't be too dreamy. If it doesn't work, it could be crazy."
Usman and Sukma's chatter was interrupted when a tall man wearing a typical security uniform walked up to them with a club in his hand.
"Sorry, can I help you?" security is polite.
"Anu? Anu what's Ma'am?" The security asked again followed by a clear-cut frown between the base of his eyebrows.
"Anu Mas's. Mm .. anu. We want to find Mas Randy and Ms. Derana. Is this really Mas Randy's house?"
"Yes Ma'am. This house is Mr. Randy's. And Madam Derana works in this house as a baby sitter Non Malikha," he explained, answering a question written by Sukma.
"Mm. .. Then we can enter this house, right Mas?" ask again.
Instead of giving an answer, the security turned to ask questions. "Sorry, who are you and father?"
"I'm Derana's father, Mas. And Sukma is Derana's sister. We came to this house to meet Mas Randy and Derana," said Usman, answering a question with a polite speech.
"How come, we can go in, right?" continued.
"Sorry sir, I can't let you and your brother in, before getting permission from Mr. Randy. Please wait a moment, sir! I'll call Mr. Randy-"
Security with the name tag Satria then took the device from the pocket of pants.
Before his fingers shifted the screen of the device, he was startled by the sound of a car horn. The next second, two veiled women came out of the car.
"Mr, Sukma - -"
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