Friends Who Destroy
BC 52

His longing for his papa has begun to disturb the heart of a man who looks dashing with his black pants and white shirt. Only to his father now he poured his love and attention, also to his brother who is now even busy with his affairs.

"Mom......" Call Daren as soon as he gets to the magnificent living room with some ornaments displayed in the glass cabinet next to the guest sofa, some photos appear neatly displayed on the side of the wall as well as paintings that look so antique add to the elite impression of the spacious room.

"Well......????" Call him again, hoping the man answers his call.

His steps he led in, down the hallway that can be said to be spacious to be in the house, some large jars appear neatly displayed on the right and left side of the hallway. Antique jars are expensive, of course, the private collection of the owner of the house.

Daren stopped his steps after arriving at the end of the hall, a glass door became the divider between the living room and also the back porch. The man who was still wearing his work clothes opened the door in front of him, then his eyes began to go down every corner of the garden neatly arranged with various plants and flowers that bloomed there.

"Mom....." Call Daren again, no he met a middle-aged man who so wanted Daren to meet after he was tired of working.

"Where is this papa?" Daren crossed hands on both her waist, feeling a little confused by the whereabouts of her papa.

A moment later Daren thought about where his papa would be, usually he just sat back on the guest sofa while watching his favorite television broadcast, or just sitting relaxed on the back porch.

Daren took the initiative to find Mr. Morgan in his room, rushed him up the stairs to the second floor, towards a white-painted door that was right in front of the stairs. Daren knocked on the door slowly.

"Bah.." call him soft.

There was no reply, he tried to knock again and call his papa louder. Without any more ba bi bu Daren opens the door in front of him unlocked, looking for a life he so desperately wants to meet.

"Well.....???" call him repeatedly. There was no answer at all, with little worry he grabbed the phone in his pants pocket, searched for a name in contact, then pressed the green button on the screen, brought the phone close to his ear.

Tuutt Tuuuttt

The call is not connected, Daren is more agitated now, he tries to repeat the call, the result is still the same. Daren clucked, worry began to occupy his mind. Instantly with his eyes fixed on the house phone by the side of the bed, Daren hurriedly grabbed it, pressing the two-digit number from there.

"Hallo......" As for a woman on the phone, it was the butler in the house.

"Where are you going?" Ask Daren without saying anything.

"So the driver said he was going to Permata's villa to meet with someone"

DEG

Somehow Daren's feelings were not immediately because at that time, he hurriedly closed the call unilaterally. He dialed another two-digit number from there,

"Prepare my car, hurry!!!!" Say it in a slightly rough tone.

Then hurriedly down the stairs, and rushed into his Bugatti car that was parked right in front of the door. Daren took the car to speed through the asphalt that covered the road. The goal is only one, to go to Permata villa to make sure the papa is in good shape.

Since listening to the doctor's explanation a few days ago made Daren increasingly worried about the safety of his father, he was sure if his stepmother was planning something to seize all the wealth of papa. He was looking for hard evidence to get rid of the bastard woman, but he also had to be careful about the unexpected things that Cristine had done to cover up his evil deeds.

The sound of siren ambulance that sounded typical just disperse the daydream Daren, he reduced the speed of his car, noticed several cars that went hand in hand following the ambulance.

"Sound.... There's usually no ambulance through here? This is not the main road" Daren argues. But he did not want to take the trouble, his mind was only focused on his papa at this time.

DDDRRRTTTT

Daren's phone suddenly rang, the contact reads - Home-plastered on Daren's phone screen. The man scrunched his forehead.

"Why did they call me??? Unusually" muttered Daren feeling confused.

With a little worry Daren brought the phone closer to his left ear.

"Hallo!! What's up??" Tanya Daren is still in driving condition.

"Mr Daren....... Tu's... Grand master.... Mr. Morgan had an accident on the corner of Cambodia, heading towards Permata villa" said a woman who Daren believed was the butler at his home.

DEG

Daren's heart seemed to stop beating suddenly, as if realizing something he was missing. Daren quickly pulled his car over to the side of the road.

"What??? Are you serious?" Daren asked so panicked.

"Yes, sir, now the great master is being brought to the hospital. Medica di jl. Soepomo sir, there was someone who called here" explained the waiter so clearly.

"All right..... I'll be there now" replied Daren nervously, then he ended his call unilaterally.

The bad feeling was proven correct, he turned his car back to the direction of arrival earlier, rushed to the hospital that was just mentioned by the waiter.

Arriving at the hospital, Daren hurriedly ran to the ambulance he had seen on the road, yes..... It was the same ambulance, he was very familiar with the details, the ambulance was parked right in front of the door of the ER. Daren's eyes were keenly looking up into the ambulance, he found nothing there. Then he quickly turned his gaze toward the ER door, clearly visible to his eyes, someone in a black coat that had been torn with blood stains scattered in all parts.

Instantly Daren's eyes brushed, he memorized the suit, as well as the black shoes that the man was wearing even though it was faint by the ground that stuck there.

"Lord......" Call Daren and meet the man lying in the patient's bed. Just a few steps he walked, Daren had to be disappointed to see the ER door closed instantly. He saw his father missing behind a big red door there.

His steps felt heavy for an instant, but he forced them to get to the door.

"Mom....." Rintih Daren slowly.

Those bitter memories simply rolled in the memories of the man who was still wearing his white shirt. The last memory he saw of his mother, was so stifling Daren's chest. He was afraid it would happen again now. His tears began to pour down his cheeks, he stroked the door of the ER, lamenting the grief of his father's accident.