Friends Who Destroy
BC 63

"Who said??? I still need him, brother, to set up the company to run as it should." Roy smiled widely, proud of the honesty that smooths his plan for success.

"If you mess with papa, I won't hesitate to finish you off." Daren's growls pose a threat to Roy.

However, the man who was still wearing a shirt with a hint of bloodstain did not feel the slightest tremor. He walked closer towards Daren and Ghea who were standing next to each other.

"Go quickly!!! Or do I need to create another problem?" His bluff grabbed the collar of Daren's already shabby shirt due to his battle a few hours ago.

"You...." Daren's teeth were struggling to hold back the anger.

Without warning Daren immediately pulled Ghea's arm away from Roy. They came out through the side door to avoid the paparazzi who were still busy pacing in front of the main door of the police station, which was, in order to get more complete information about the problem that is being hotly talked about on social media.

Ghea ran with Daren to his car and immediately hid himself in it, fortunately no media crew realized the departure of Ghea and Daren. With a little haste Daren gas tanked with Ghea's car.

On the way Ghea kept daydreaming, having this heavy burden really tormented her mind. Making Ghea depressed. He can't do anything at all right now. All the roads he encountered seemed deadlocked, unable to get a good way out to take.

Daren placed the palm over his sister's hand, while the other hand was still focused on the driver. Ghea let out a glance, looking at her smiling brother looking at her.

"Thank you for releasing my brother from prison" Daren said, occasionally stealing a glance at his sister with a smile.

Ghea returned the older sister's smile, then refocused on staring at the empty streets before her.

"Why is our fate even so, brother???" Ghea was pensive, lamenting her fate that went bad in an instant.

He did not expect if this would happen to him, all the good fortune he had enjoyed could be changed only in the blink of an eye. It shouldn't be like this, what's wrong?

They shouldn't have come to Jakarta, maybe Ghea's life would have been much better. Perhaps Faruq was still with Ghea, even marrying her. Alexa is still her best friend. All of that is just a possibility. In fact, Ghea did not know what God had outlined for her life in the future.

"Easy! Do not regret everything that has happened, just think about how we can change and improve our lives in the future. Pioneering effort and living our lives again." Said Daren advising his sister.

"You're right, brother..... It seems that being independent with our own efforts is more profitable than being dependent on family wealth." Ghea answered her brother, then smiled happily. He is proud to still have a brother like Daren who always cares for him.

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The music from inside the television speakers was heard quite clearly in the tv room at Faruq's house. The house is always quiet. Of course, only Faruq and Alexa live there. Moreover, Faruq who does not like Alexa chose to close himself from the woman. He rarely interacts and communicates with his wife.

Sometimes one time the woman was indifferent and cold, ignoring Faruq so seriously. Until Faruq felt confused by the strange attitude Alexa showed in front of him.

But that attitude usually only lasts a while, once Alexa bored with the drama of the actual, she will again attract the attention of Faruq with his powerful behavior that never once get a good response from her husband. Faruq was reluctant to comment anything about Alexa, everything about the woman was never interesting in Faruq's eyes.

That night the sleepless Faruq chose to enjoy coffee in his room, somehow his feelings were so agitated considering that Ghea seemed to disappear without a trace. His cell phone number has been off for days, even when Faruq tried to search where they had been, he found no clues.

Faruq sighed harshly, trying to think of another place they used to go, but nothing was clear. He does not know where Ghea lives now, if he returns to Jakarta. But for what?

Faruq was really worried about Ghea, his longing was so deep, for two years he had not met his lover, then only a few days had to separate again for unclear reasons. Faruq was almost crazy to think of the longing that kept squeezing his chest. Suppose he knew his residence in Jakarta he would have come to release the yearning that increasingly torments his mind.

Many times Faruq clicked his tongue, feeling riled up. He couldn't close his eyes for a minute. The shadow of Ghea's face always overshadowed her dreams, she was afraid something would happen to her right now.

Faruq grabbed the empty coffee cup a few minutes ago, walking straight out of his room. The sound of music on television is still heard even though it is late at night. He knew Alexa was still laying on the couch in the tv room, but was reluctant to turn her eyes there.

Faruq just focused on walking towards the kitchen, putting the empty cup into the sink. Take a new cup on the shelf and concoct its own black coffee. It's been a triple cup since this afternoon, but it never ends up giving her the calmness and sense of rilex she hoped for.

Faruq's daydreams went through the air somewhere, throwing off some of his consciousness.

"Are you making coffee again??" Alexa asked who was suddenly already standing beside Faruq, staring at the cup filled with black liquid that was still busy in stirring by him.

Faruq was silent, unmoved by his wife's question. His gaze was empty even though his hands were busy stirring the spoon in black liquid on the kitchen table, as if there was no Alexa there.

"Don't drink too much coffee, not good." Alexa again.

There was no response.

Faruq was still busy with his chaotic thoughts. He didn't even realize he was stirring coffee two minutes ago.

"Leon...."

Out of nowhere the name suddenly appeared in Faruq's mind, his brown eyes sparkling, perfectly rounded, as if obtaining a golden hint that would wipe out his worries about Ghea.

Without saying anything Faruq stepped into his room quickly, leaving behind a coffee he had not even had time to enjoy.