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Chapter 134: The Power of Damon
The door's knocking stopped.
Chayra and Arfan looked towards the door. They saw the door move slowly. Looks like Damon tried to open the door from the outside.
"Let's go fast" whispered Arfan as he opened the window lock.
Chayra nodded. He followed Arfan who had come out first.
Not for a minute they were outside the window, along with the opening of the door of Chayra's room.
Damn it! damon shouted as soon as he saw the room was empty and the window door was open.
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"I am your father. Papa your bladder!" Efron.
"Did you do it that night? When I was at the fashion show in Paris?" asked Mama Rhea to know.
"Yes" nodded Efron in a strong voice. " I hate it when I find out you're married. I followed you all the way to Paris. And that night, I asked one of the staff to give you sleeping pills.
"Damn! I hate you (i hate you!)" mama Rhea shouted as she stood up from the chair. He approached Efron and beat the man blindly.
"Mama.." said Rhea. She's never seen her mom that emotional.
"Enough," said Efron as he held Mama Rhea's hand that was busy hitting him.
"If I hadn't done it that night, would you have gotten a child so beautiful as Rhea?" continued reminding.
"You're insolent, you.." Mom's voice was stammered. He still wanted to vent all his frustration.
But once he realized there was still Rhea next to him, he had to harbor all his anger.
All this because of this fucking Efron! How dare he attribute the brutal incident twenty-two years ago to the presence of Rhea in his life.
Indeed, if there was no incident that night, Rhea would not have been born but that could not be as an excuse to justify all these heinous acts of this scum man, he growled in his heart.
"Now..now what do you want?" he said while sitting back in his chair.
"Wait a minute, you'll know" said Efron with a mysterious smile.
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"My car's there," Arfan points to a sedan parked in front of the motel.
"What about the motel payment?" chayra asked as she continued to run after Arfan.
"I paid for it. Later the receptionist I called to tell you that you are out today" replied Arfan explained.
"Thank you" said Chayra. He sped up because he heard footsteps running after him.
"There are people chasing us" said Arfan, who also heard the footsteps. " It must be Damon" he said.
"Come on, "he continued while grabbing Chayra's hand.
"Yes," nodded Chayra.
Not long after that they reached Arfan's car in the parking lot. They're going to get in there right away. As Arfan was about to start the car engine, a loud knock on the driver's window shocked them.
Arfan and Chayra turned to the side. They saw Damon standing outside with an angry face.
"Down!" damon's orders.
Arfan did not answer. He started the engine of his car.
"Handle, Ra, I'm going to run the car at full speed" he told Chayra.
"Yes," nodded Chayra while holding on to the two seats.
Brums...Brums....
Arfan pressed the gas pedal inside so that his car could go as fast as possible. But somehow the car did not move. Like someone was holding his car to stay still.
"Just be free!" damon shouted from outside. "Lo won't be able to get out of here!"
"Just calm down, Ra, we can definitely get out of here" Arfan replied confidently. He pressed the gas pedal with all his might.
But the car instead of driving forward, which was lifted up.
"Why is this, Ar?" ask Chayra to panic. His hands are getting tighter holding both sides of the seat fringe.
"I don't know," chimpanzee Arfan wondered. He clung tightly to the steering wheel of the car.
The car is getting longer and more lifted up and then turned down and slammed onto the asphalt.
Chayra and Arfan were screaming in the car.
It's so horrible, Chayra's inner fear. It's even more terrifying than a jet coaster ride.
Argh ... Arfan's face was deathly pale. Even paler than a piece of white paper.
"Arfan you okay?" chayra whispered softly as she heard no more Arfan's cry.
"Arenfan?" the whisper was more worried. He saw that Arfan's hands were no longer holding the steering wheel. Both of his hands fell on both sides.
"Generic!" he shouted while shaking Arfan's hand. But Arfan did not react.
Is Arfan dead? inner scared.
Bragh, suddenly the car that fell upside down on the asphalt in the lift and put back in the correct position. Not to be separated from the feeling of shock, the door of Chayra's car was opened from the outside.
Chayra immediately looked over with a feeling of fear. Who'sis that?
"Daughter," said Damon with one hand still holding the door leaf. " Daughter is okay?"
Fyuih, Chayra breathed a sigh of relief. Of course this is all Damon can do.
"Yes," he nodded. "You've been healed?" tanyakanya.
"That's it" Damon answered. " Get out of the Princess' car" he said.
"But I don't want to go with that guy" Chayra pointed to Damon Alterio who was standing behind the humanoid robot.
"Believe in me" Damon said. A smile was etched on his face.
"Alright," Chayra said as she got out of the car. " I don't want to go with you!" he said he was sorry for Damon.
"Why?" ask Damon.
"Your actions have made my friend unmoving. Whether he's alive or not" Chayra said.
"He's alive" Damon chimed in, pointing at Arfan's chest. " He's still breathing. Just fainted," he said. " Such a weak man doesn't deserve you!"
"I'd prefer him over you" Chayra replied fiercely. " Stop, I'm leaving," she kicked.
"You can't get away from me" Damon said, holding Chayra's hand. " You are my future wife. "
"I don't want to" said Chayra, shaking her hand, which was still held by Damon. " Deliver!"
"No way" Damon replied firmly. He grabs both hands of Chayra, then lifts Chayra's body and holds her.
"Deliver!" shout Chayra.
"Let go of princess!" jolt Damon, the robot. He's blocking Damon.
"Surge!" damon said while kicking Damon the robot.
Arghj ..Damon the robot bounced.
Huh ? Chayra was flabbergasted in disbelief. Damon who can lift a car bounced down in Damon's human kick?
Damon tried to stand up, but couldn't. He feels weak.
"You won't be able to fight me. Your power has been set, the maximum strength can only last at most an hour. And that power won't work on me!" bright Damon cynical.
Oh, My God! Chayra grimacing.