His Purpose
155. Revenges

Abhi got up with a breath of breath, picked up the clothes scattered under the bed and then wore them casually.

Behind her, Sandra snorted touching her wet intimate crack. "Very thick and a lot." The corner of his lips was raised cynically. "Have you never made love after a divorce?"

The question leads more to ridicule. Even so, Abhi did not care and just glanced at him at a glance while continuing to button up the shirt.

The man just left Sandra who quietly slipped her hands under the pillow, clasping tightly onto something there before pulling it out.

With a flat and sharp look, Sandra pointed the gun at Abhi's back. His finger was ready to pull the trigger as the door closed swallowing Abhi's silhouette.

Sandra stomped her hand to throw the gun on the bed. His breath was piercingly with straight eyes staring at the ceiling of the room.

"Abhimanyu ..." he muttered hatefully.

***

Gabriel stopped midway up the stairs when he found Abhi entering the house. He glanced at the clock pointing at the number ten.

"Where are you out of? Just got home from work? Tumben?"

Gabriel Abhi never worked this late. The man must have taken her home if the deadline was too much.

Abhi was a little flabbergasted and looked up. Since then the man looked dreamy until he was unaware of Gabriel's presence.

"Ah, Papa .. overslept in the office."

Gabriel watched his father. "It must be because Papa's exhausted. Next time don't get too suspended. Get enough rest. The age of Papa is not young anymore, it is time to stop the crazy habits of work. Look at me, maybe I'm just a laid-back businessman here." Gabriel sniffed while laughing.

Abhi looked at her son with a smile. His voice seemed to be staring at the incident just a moment ago. What if her children found out that she had just vented passion on their wicked mother.

Abhi has gone completely crazy. He was so angry that he couldn't resist hating Sandra. Again. Maybe he killed that woman.

Abhi sighed deeply before continuing on towards the kitchen to fetch some drinking water. Gabriel who also has the same goal then tailed behind.

Without Abhi noticing Gabriel continued to pay attention to his back with a complicated look.

"Now you're back. Do you want to lead the company publicly again? WiEl Group has long lost its founder."

WiEl Group is a company that Gabriel founded himself, not included at all in the auspices of Wiranata his father.

"certain. I'm tired of being considered poor out there. Haha."

Abhi snorted half a smile. He poured water and gave it to Gabriel. Abhi poured it back for himself and drank it to the toilet.

Gabriel took a sip of water in the glass. His eyes could not be seen Abhi until the papa turned to raise eyebrows. "What's wrong? Why do you keep looking at me?"

Gabriel swallowed the water and kept the glass on the table. "none. I just feel Papa's fitter tonight."

A moment Abhi was silent before then he voiced out a soft thorn while shaking his head. "Papa does exercise consistently before going to bed, right?"

"Yes, anyway. So that's the secret Papa could have a body this good until now? Wah.... Why don't you look for a young girl to be my stepmother? I don't have a problem having a mother younger than me."

Abhi clucked in response to Gabriel's slurs. "There are you."

Gabriel laughed and embraced his father with one hand. "Handering. Why is Papa's face so serious? Or is it true that Papa already has a new Mama candidate?"

"Ready, Captain!" Gabriel displayed a respectful attitude that made Abhi even more amused.

Both of his sons have different dispositions. After Gabriel's death, Abhi returns to daydreaming for herself. Many times he draws and exhales while looking down. Both of his hands rested on the table, while his eyes were tightly closed.

"Stupid," Abhi sighed softly. "Actually here who's stupid?"

***

"Harley" whispered Sandra. "You've prepared all our plans, right?"

Cigarette smoke billows from his mouth when he speaks. Sandra's mole body was lying on her side on an expensive sofa with one hand propping her head. His voice was not rippling but full of meaning.

Harley nodded. "Here you go, madam."

Sandra glanced, her lips tilted as her body slowly rose. He walked up to Harley who was sculpted by infinity intimidation.

Sandra eroded the distance and stopped right beside Harley. His wiggly finger danced slightly on the young man's shoulder.

"I just want to make sure you're completely on my side .. or my father." Sandra's voice was like a whisper.

Harley. "Sure you, Madam," he answered confidently.

"Then prove it."

Harley slightly moved away, he opened one by one the buttons of his black shirt and took them off to display a fit and tight field chest.

A second later he turned around, slowly his feet rumbling on the floor.

Sandra smiled in anguish. The woman walked to the edge of the room, picked up a cane in the corner and went back to Harley. And ...

Buk up!

One punch.

Buk up!

Two punches.

Buk up!

Three punches to another blow Sandra lay on Harley's back. The young man was expressionless even though the back of his body was now full of whip wounds.

He's already ordinary. Behind his good looks and stoutness were many heartbreaking marks on Harley's back. The reason why the area is off limits to any woman who becomes her love partner every night.

Sandra laughed loudly until her shrill voice echoed through the room. The woman looked up as if she was challenging the heavens and the lord of nature. His arms stretched out throwing sticks, he continued to laugh while Harley faithfully rallied behind him.

But among all that, his eyes gave off an inexplicable void. Sandra smiled in anguish. "Awhile more. Soon all of you will be destroyed" he whispered with ambition.

"Abhimanyu .. You will feel what I felt first. Hahaha .. hahaha .. hahaha ..."

"Stupid humans, you don't deserve to live."