Leaning Sweet Me
Do it

Dorian

"Farrell!!"

"Alan!!"

Everyone gasped in shock, including Alan himself, with a bullet barely hitting his head, without Farrel firing the hot lead right into Alan's ear lobe, and it ends right in the photo of Alan behind him.

The same photo was attached to the company lobby of PT Adhinata, a photo where Alan was still a teenager and Farrel who was about 10 years old.

Mac was flabbergasted to see him, he almost ran towards Alan, but Alan himself prevented it by raising his hand.

Metta and Dinda were no less shocked to hear the gunshots coming from below, and were getting ready to come out.

"This is a warning for you! I won't forgive you if your father and mother find out about this."

Farrel threw the gun at Alan's feet, "Do what you have to do Al!"

Then he walked out of the plate by slamming the door hard. Alan was sitting limp, blood pouring from his ear lobe, but that was not what made him weak, Father and Mother.

Metta comes out following Farrel, while Dinda helps Alan by taking him on the couch,

"You okay?"

Alan nodded, "He's my brother, he couldn't have shot me, he was just angry!"

Dinda did not answer him, he brought a box of P3K equipment that was always in the corner of the room, then cleaned Alan's wounds.

"Mac .. I'm fine, go! Susul Farrel, I'm afraid she's acting!"

Mac nodded, after making sure Alan was okay he was out to catch up with Farrel and Metta.

"Macs...." Call again.

"Prepare your men and wait for my cue!"

Mac nods, though he doesn't understand what Alan and Farrel are up to, but he knows Farrel won't let them touch his family. And so does Alan.

.

.

"El .. wait for me! El...."

Metta ran after her husband, who was in a fit of rage, out of the plate without waiting for him or remembering him.

Farrel continued walking until he reached the elevator that would take him down.

Metta gasped for breath holding her waist, Farrel looked at her and held her hand, "I'm sorry! If I keep it there, I'm afraid I can't control myself."

Metta nodded, she yawned her shoulders to just calm her down.

Ting

The elevator door opened, they went inside, actually Metta had a lot of questions, yet she harbored it for now. Better to keep quiet, because Farrel still shows his flat face, a face that is almost never shown to him except when dealing directly with shareholders and vice directors, he said, and now it's flatter than that. The streaks of anger were still clearly visible on his face, with his lips all the way to the car, but he did not let go of his wife's hand.

When he arrived at the car he immediately leaned his back against the chair, with his eyes closed, occasionally only his breath could be heard.

Mac got inside the steering wheel door, glanced back at a glance and drove his car.

"Your acting is great boss!" mac said shortly after the car came out of the basement.

"Acting? Acting what?" Metta looked at Mac from behind and turned to her husband.

Farrel pulled his thin lips, "Of course, he always had to be bullied, otherwise he wouldn't have said it himself!"

"El ... What do you mean, what acting?"

Farrel turned to his wife who still looked confused.

"I was just pretending to know everything, calling someone to send you info about him, and opening a message like it was from the person I asked!"

"For Alan to say everything clearly, that way I know and...."

"And what...?"

"And what he will do after this, he is ready if one day they attack him, he is also ready if he will go to jail. You idiot!"

"He has prepared everything perfectly, I can see it from him talking, it's always like that" he said.

"So you don't know what really happened?" ask Metta.

Farrel shook his head, "Initially, but now I know! And all because you're a Mac who never gave me the slightest bit of info." Farrel jolted him.

"My job is to keep secrets, and to carry out orders! When Alan gives me the order, I will do it, shutting my mouth even if it's a life bet, as well as you, I will do the same! And the way you've just been amazing, you know from his own mouth, not from me!"

Mac rang, "That's why he chose me to accompany you."

Metta still looks confused by their narrative, then what Alan will do next, he can not imagine.

"Does that mean you're gonna let your brother get rid of them all?"

"Do you want us all that they've lost?" Farrell asked him back.

"I don't know, and I can't imagine it."

"We just wait, let Alan finish what he started. He will eventually be imprisoned!"

Silent

Farrel rested his back, with Metta's hand he kept holding.

"Sister don't worry, Alan will definitely take good care of it, which I'm afraid that my mother and father know about this."

True too, it feels like a dream, our immediate family is involved with something big, firearms, smuggling, royal men, loyalty, even taking the lives of others. Seeing a firearm with his own eyes. What he used to see in action movies.

Farrel looked at Metta with the tail of his eyes, he watched her who was silent daydreaming. His hand stretched out stroking his black hair.

"What is brother hem thinking?"

"I just never expected everything that had just happened, I was also afraid that you were being silly with that weapon."

Farrel thinly withdrew his lips, "No way, there is no reason for me to use a weapon, unless it is very desperate, there are people who disturb my family for example!"

"Where did you learn to hold a gun?"

"From online games" he said flatly.

Metta rounded up both of his black beads. "online games? Same thing? You here, how about you miss, you hit your own brother!"

Metta hit him on the shoulder, "You've always been ridiculous, outrageous."

"I'm sorry brother!" he pulled Metta's head, buried it in the chest of his field.

"I'm not gonna mess around with this! He's my brother after all. And I won't let him suffer alone."

Metta wrapped her hands around her waist, "Don't do anything weird that scares me like that."

.

.

Alan did not grimace in the least, as Dinda cleaned the wound in the temple and between his lips. He only closed his eyes for a moment as Dinda cleaned the scratch wound on his ear lobe.

"Did Farrel also be good at shooting, exactly so he didn't hurt your ears, just scratched a little."

"Let's know, as far as I know he never held a gun except when playing games."

Dinda frowned, "Did she secretly study it?"

"No way, Mac must've reported everything to me."

Dinda closed the P3K box and saved it back once it was done.

"Shut up here until I get back, don't go anywhere! Call me if there's anything. You gotit? Don't open the door for anyone."

Dinda nodded, some days he was getting used to the tension that often occurs.

"Are you going?"

"I'm going to the office to see Jerry,"

"Do what you have to do Al."

Farrel's words came back, he had to do it, obliterating them all before they had eliminated him.

"I'll go first!"

.

.

Read the story of Alan and Dinda in Assistant love, let more afdol.

Don't forget to like, comment, rate 5, gift, and vote.

And lope-lope for the faithful read❤thank you.