MELODY OF LOVE: Arrived Marriage
Cesspit Coma 4

A man with both hands and feet tied in a sitting position. His hands were tied back. His eyes were covered with a pitch-black, imperceptible cloth. There were many wounds all over his body. Blacken, turn blue, and redden. There were scratches of cut marks on his field arm and chest. The tip of the lip is bleeding. The smell of blood can be smelled. Apparently there was a blow wound on his head. It was Aron.

Yep. Aron, the private secretary of Kazehaya Wijaya who is very thick with his loyalty.

After an accident with Wijaya's grandfather, Aron is kidnapped by unknown people. Aron was taken to a place that Aron could not recognize considering from the first day he was kidnapped, he was already unconscious, and when he realized, his eyes were closed. Only a dark look could he see. Yes, this has been the fourteenth day since the accident happened. For fourteen days he could not see the beautiful world. He could see no color but black. He could not see how the sun was smiling in the sky.

During the kidnapping, Aron was subjected to physical violence. The injury from the accident was severe enough, he believes there was a broken rib considering how he tried to save himself when the accident occurred. The car he was driving with Wijaya's grandfather rolled over several times before finally being restrained by an electric pole. The wound from the accident not only broke his ribs, but injured his cranium as well. And now, the people who kidnapped her are bullying her weak body.

They hit him with wood, rocks, hit him with hand bogems, slaps, and many more ways to torture Aron. It's sad to tell. He held her in silence for the trust he was mandated to. A mandate that he did not want to dismantle even though they tortured him to death though.

"Say where is that thing?" Ask a kidnapper, call him a kidnapper.

"..." - ".Silent Aron. Aron is a trained man. He studied military education before becoming the personal secretary of Wijaya's grandfather.

The object in question here is a stamp belonging to Wijaya's grandfather. An important stamp that is considered to be able to damage the existing order. Stamp opening bank account in Switzerland belongs to grandfather Wijaya who there is an important document about the ruler of the Emperor Group.

"Are you mute? Hey, it's been two weeks! You don't want to open your mouth? You want to die?" Ask the other kidnapper, kidnapper B.

"Kill it if it makes you happy. I'll wait for you in hell after you die." Aron said at last.

Aron was imprisoned for his movement and vision. He was tortured for two weeks. He felt the hell of the world that was very painful physically. Although he could still survive, but death for him did not seem to be long.

Kidnapper A threw a hand to Aron's chest. Aron coughed and felt pain in his chest. He had been very patient in responding to Aron who had been silent all this time.

"Hey, I want to go to the toilet. Can you help me?" Ask Aron.

"Sad. You want to try running away like you did?" Ask a Thief B.

"While I tried, I still won't be able to escape, right? My body has reached its limit." Aron.

Actually this is kind of funny considering the people who kidnapped Aron it must 'take care of' Aron very well. Not only torture Aron to open his mouth about the existence of the stamp, but they also have to feed Aron food and drink. They also have to deliver Aron if Aron wants to go to the toilet to do his biological nature as a human being.

Inevitably, they can't ignore Aron's wishes.

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In the toilet..

ARON'S POV

Damn, they did not watch this time into the toilet. But they didn't untie the bond in my hand. If so, how can I pee?

No, it's not the time to joke. I didn't ask permission to go to the toilet to do that. I just want to think.

After a long time, I could see again. I mean they opened the cloth that covered my head. But still, if the scene I saw was deep black, this time I could only see the white scene. Paint the walls of white toilets, white plapons, white sitting toilets, white floors, and also white doors. Hoi, the toilet door is also white. Isn't that color imposition?

Ah, not really. The toilet door handle is different color. Colored silver. Yes, although generally silver can be said to be white.

The toilet is more closed than I thought. Not ventilation in general, it's just a vent where only mice and small animals can pass through.

I know the people who kidnapped me weren't just two people. I hear a lot of different voices. Over six of my guesses, it could have reached ten. Maximumly.

Their martial skills were also good. They know how to hit without killing. They know how to cut without cutting the veins.

So then..

They are professionals!

Who told them to? Would a classmate of the faction opposed to the Great Lord's dominance be able to have access to hire those people?

Their background is not that simple. If they are professionals, are they yakuza?

Don't tell...

Hmm, it makes sense. Makes sense now. Iunderstood it. I want to laugh if I remember.

"Big Master, you're too kind. If you used to choose to be cruel, you wouldn't experience an event like this. You are very poor, Great Lord. Even so, I still like your attitude."

If my lips don't bruise, I really want to laugh out loud. Damn it, I can't laugh at a rare moment like this.

Damn again, it looks like my story is coming to an end as well.

I think I'm going to die this way. This will be my end and this building will be my home.

If I do not tell others about the stamp of the Great Lord, then the legendary story of the Emperor Group that has existed since antiquity will never be revealed.

I have to do something before I'm done picking me up.

Yeah, I'm gonna make the rest of my life come back handy for this family. A family I love very much.

"Lord, if I'm still breathing tomorrow, do I have a chance to tell my story? No need throughout the novel, just finished in one or two short story sheets. I'll make sure I finish telling it. My story is simple, it's just the Kazehaya family, the Kazehaya family, and the Kazehaya family."

Geck, tok, tok. I heard the toilet door knock. I think I've been too long.

"Hoi, out! Your time is up." One of the kidnappers told me to get out.

I don't want to want to go out immediately.

I also gave a knock with my shoulder on the door as a sign that I had finished my business in the toilet. They opened the toilet door for me.

They led me back to the chair that was used to remember me.

I would love to look around to see the scenery around me. However, one of the kidnappers again covered my head with a black cloth. They really don't want to give me a chance to know the position of the building I'm in.

But I have an idea. I have to make plans before my execution.

"Sorry, before I die, can I call my girlfriend?" My toot.

"We won't let you die." Said the kidnapper A.

"I haven't called him in two weeks. He must be worried about me." My Kilah.

"It's none of our business." Said Kidnapper B.

As much as possible I put in an emotional tone play. Lucky I learned about psychology before, it should work.

And yes, they agreed.

"If she's beautiful, I'll have her after you're useless." Said the kidnapper A. I heard a loud laugh afterwards.

As expected, they would kill me if I told you where the stamp of the Great Lord is.

It's just a matter of time until I open my voice.

Kidnapper B asked me to name the number of my girlfriend I wanted to call. I said it too. After saying something to the person who picked up the phone, kidnapper B brought his phone close to my ear and told me to talk.

"Who is this?" Ask someone across there. His voice sounded annoyed in my ears.

"Me, your lover." My answer.

"I don't know you!" Said he across there.

"She said she didn't recognize you. Have you been dumped?" My kidnappers laughed at me.

I should ignore it. I have to do my job well. My last idea should be done immediately.

"Listen to the song I want to sing for you!" I said on the phone.

"Huh? What the fuck are you? You're not in your right mind, are you?"

Tell me as you like, but please don't turn off the phone.

"Little star, in the blue sky. Lots of space decorating. I want to fly and dance. Far away to where you are." I sang a little star song to 'my lover', the one who received my call.

"Based on a madman! It's strange! Not sane! Your voice is so ugly. You choked on a ton of motorcycle tires, huh?" The omel.

Very him. That was him. Likes to be angry and swear rough.

"I miss you, sorry I couldn't see you again under the acacia tree." I said.

"Don't bother me anymore!" And click. Tut's. Tut's. Tut's. The phone was turned off unilaterally by him.

I felt my hands slapping my shoulders slowly. Not rude as usual.

"Just leave it, man! He's got your replacement. You heard that the one who picked up the phone was a man. She must be your boyfriend's new boyfriend." The Kidnapper A.

I put my smile on. "Although he's a man, but he's my lover." Answer thus.

At that instant, the hand I felt was on top of my shoulder instantly disappeared from there. If I could see with both of my eyes right now, I'm sure the two of them would have been very shocked by my words just now.

Haha.

They must have thought I was gay because I had a boyfriend. Thank goodness they are not gay. They don't play crazy with me. Rada was at risk as well when I decided to carry out my crazy plan.

My plan worked, though not smoothly.

What I called earlier was Miss Melody's number, but Yudha-sama picked it up.

It was very clear that Yudha-sama would definitely get angry because a man called his wife at this hour of the night. I know that Yudha-sama's level of jealousy is very high. Yudha-sama is a super jealous husband who can go crazy at any time.

That nice.

Laugh, Yudha-sama!

Find out who called your wife's number! Please recognize my voice even though my voice sounds different on the phone because of the cuts on my lips and tongue!

You don't have to look for me. Please understand my message! You are a very genius. You will understand my message.

I trust you, Yudha-sama!

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This is the end of my story, the story of a foster child who was so lucky to feel the warmth of his new family's embrace.

I am so happy with this life. I'm so grateful.

For that, sorry Great Lord, ah I mean, sorry foster father, I cannot see you one last time. Nor can I call you 'adoptive father' to say goodbye.

Take care of yourself!

Arigato.

I can go without burden.

END OF ARON'S POV

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Yakuza, huhu. I have a wider problem. Follow the initial concept. Though I want to finish soon, but the concept that I have made if written turned out to be very long. 😑😑 It is impossible for me to finish just like that?

Will the yakuza get a portion in this story? Hmm, looks like it's going to be exciting. We'll see it later! So let's not stingy the thumb! Support me to get more spirit to kick it off. Because writing needs inspiration and a better mood. 😉