Lady Rose, His Lover
Frustrative grudges

While shooting practice, Rose thought about what Ben said to her this morning. It's about Relly and Anggie.

Dor~!

On the points board, Rose scored 8 this time. There has been an increase, a lot of it. Because, in just a matter of months, the woman was able to get good grades.

Drawn Rose the weapon he just spewed his bullet. Shaking his head, he sighed. Huh!

“So, Relly likes Anggie? But since when?” ask him to yourself.

Rose grimaced at the thought of how insensitive she had been all along. Though, right, she's a woman, she should be more sensitive about this. But, why could Ben who could be early realize it?!

He really doesn't think!

Tuk~!

Fists clutching weapons, Rose used to hit his stupid head.

The woman was getting ready with her horses again. He also raised his hand which held a weapon. His eyes squinted as he aimed at the firing board in front.

“No, no, no!” Rose shook her head while lowering her weapon back.

“Heh! I couldn't concentrate because I thought of them!” he was half annoyed with his face.

Then, he ruffled his waist while turning his body to the right and to the left. Restlessly, as he bit his own fingernails.

“What should I do? What should I do?” rose's murmuring didn't stop. Along with that, his brain did not stop working.

He was thinking, how to get the two men closer. Although somewhat unlikely, considering Anggie who has a deviation.

Also the deep wound that the woman was currently feeling. Rose knew little, if, that it was better to be left blatantly, than to suddenly disappear like this.

Not getting clear certainty, is a more complicated thing solved by the heart. At that time, their feelings and relationships were fine.

There was no problem, no commotion that made them have to separate. Because obviously, what makes Zayn disappear, has nothing to do with Anggie.

It must have something to do with treason, which has something to do with that woman.

Despite all that, his instincts say, if there is still hope for both. Still can Anggie be cured of his misguided fondness. Relly's origin could touch all the way to the bottom of her heart.

“But...didn't they fight more often? What can, yes, they put together?” Rose began to doubt.

He remembered how his daily life was two people. The two of them are usually like cats and dogs that bite each other when they meet.

“Hah! I don't know!” his sigh then while pointing his weapon again forward.

Dor~!

“Yeay!!” The woman screamed while jumping. He was so happy because his heart was so happy.

Getting the value of 8 alone, has been a rapid progress for him. For an amateur who is actively studying.

But now.9 is his highest achievement. That's the equivalent of the number a professional gets!

So... you can imagine, how the woman is happy not to play, now!

***

Somewhere, in a remote area away from the crowds. And even across the island. Someone was standing with his head down.

He sculpted, nailing in place without the slightest movement. Even the wind was strong, as if it had no effect at all on him.

That man is Zayn. People that many people have been looking for all this time.

A mixed expression filled his face that was pointing downwards. Sayu that gaze also has a sharp compound that is vengeful.

Grief. Anger. Disappointment. Mingling into a single unit, slashing until it engulfed the aura around him increasingly dark and gloomy.

The brown netra that was united with the nestapa he now felt, was staring down. Towards the mound of red earth that was still wet.

In the past, he was abandoned by his mother. Is it not enough with that?

And now he must be abandoned by his father!

True indeed! Zayn didn't lie about his parting with Anggie when he said he would review the production warehouse.

However, just finished he run the task, Zayn get bad news from home. His relatives said that his father was more and more crazy. He even tried to hurt himself a few times.

In the end, Zayn decided to return home. To see how his father is doing at this time.

However, he was forged as a man by his father. But her heart is still the heart of a woman. Soft and smooth, and very easy to crib.

Especially against parents who live only that one. Zayn can't close his eyes. He could not let anything bad happen to his father.

For, deep down in his deepest heart. He still hopes his father can be healed. Can be normal again.

So, he can show Johan how now Zayn has become strong. And even he can destroy the group, if he wants to.

When he came back, what his father said was just his name. Johan was eager to be noticed by the princess only wayangnya it. In various ways.

Because his mind was half sane, Johan was no longer able to think properly. So, the way he uses is a way that does not make sense.

Once upon a time, Johan tried to crash himself into a car on the highway. He did so, upset that his request to meet with Zayn was never granted.

Once too, he almost sliced his veins. Because, for the same reason.

Because at its core, Johan only wants Zayn by his side.

So, with a heavy heart, Zayn decided to take his father on vacation. To make his heart happy. To not think about getting the problem back.

However, it was a pity, he was also unable to inform a single member of the White Tiger regarding this matter. Because this is a secret that he has kept his own meetings, for many years.

No one knows. Not one of them. Which Zayn thought so. Although the truth is, Ben is also another, already know about his father.

Zayn took his father to his hometown on the opposite island. Far from the crowd, far from the White Tiger headquarters. So that his father too soon forget his grudge against the place.

He thinks so. Pleasing his father's heart is a way for things to improve.

Incidentally, as long as they were there, the horrible woman did not contact him. So don't interrupt his show to please his father.

But who would have thought, after a week they were there. Zayn, who saw his father's attitude had improved, expressed his desire to return to duty again. Johan refused it.

He still wants to be here with his daughter. Johan rejected her while whining like a child. Even to the point of rolling on the floor.

Zayn who had been patient all this time could not stand it. He nodded at his father, loudly. It was possible, his emotions that were held back all this time he vented at that moment.

Johan fled from the villa where they were staying at the time. He ran fast, while Zayn did not chase after him.

He was dizzy, too dizzy and tired he felt in his head. It feels like it's going to explode right now.

Until the night before, his father did not come home. Zayn thought, Johan is at most amusing himself around the garden alone.

Then, someone came to his villa. Knocked on the door in a hurry and impatiently, from the outside.

The one who came, he thought was his father. But no, the man brought news of his father. Johan was found lying several meters deep in a ravine, on the edge of the garden.

After a two-week coma, Johan finally exhaled his last breath. Maybe it's time to get here.

However, Zayn could not take it for granted. It's not about his destiny like this. But he blames Ben even more for his fate like this.

For his father's fate would not have been so bad, had his father remained in the White Tiger, and led there. In accordance with the promises made by the previous leader.

Today, his father's departure was one week. Johan is buried here, in his hometown. And Zayn still survives here, to rearrange his feelings, when he must return to the White Tiger headquarters.

And today too, he got a breath of fresh air from the terrible woman, who had been lost all that time.

Until he had thought, if the woman was no longer interested in Ben. Then, he must work hard on his own, to destroy it. Zayn is still and will remain true to his grudges.

“Dad... I will definitely make the place destroyed, along with its leader!” promise Zayn while staring at the grave of his father who is still a mound of land.

Right now, the plan he had was very mature and planned. Very risky of course.

However, this was the only way to destroy, that person's entire life.

Seriate…