Mohabbat
Eliminating Traces

That same night, under the dim light of the garden, a group of people walked into the yard of a big house owned by a millionaire. Two men carrying a stretcher, on top of which rolled one's body covered in a dark cloth.

They stepped with their heads bowed, waiting for the host to open the door. Someone stood at the very front, staring at the two-leaved wooden door that was slowly opening.

The two hosts appeared with smiles on their lips. It seemed that the sumringah welcomed the group with arms wide open.

"Wah .. have you returned? Hows it? I'm sure you won't let me down. Haha ...." He laughed as he descended the three steps on the porch of his house.

His laughter grew louder, as he looked at the palanquin they had placed on the ground of the courtyard.

"Haha ... You didn't just kidnap her, but directly kill her as well? Haha ... great, good. I love your work" he said, patting the front of the person standing on the shoulder.

They were all unmoved, none of them moved or echoed the words of the owner of the house. Didn't she realize that they were grieving? Or he didn't see their bruised and bruised faces. Really, too tall of a chestnut.

"We should celebrate this success. I personally invite you to dinner at my house. Come on, I've prepared everything. Come, do not hesitate," he asked as he stepped in with an echoing laugh. A triumphant laughter over the elimination of their barrier stone.

He kept walking back up the stairs without caring for those who were still bowed in grief for the loss of one colleague.

"Dad, there seems to be something wrong with them. Just pay attention, they all lowered their heads and none of them moved," Lilia's sergeant after noticing the group that wasn't twitching in the least.

The man who was none other than Mr. Nugraha paused his steps, the laughter that had been echoing had stopped instantly. The smile he carved disappeared changed the confused strokes between the two ends of the eyebrows.

He turned around, looking at the group intently. His gaze turned to a corpse lying on the ground. A slanted smile was imprinted, he thought they regretted killing a weak blind woman. That's natural, because the woman didn't do anything to make them lose.

"Oh, I know. You must have regretted killing a woman, right? Come on, he's just a pebble worth getting rid of. No need for you to regret, instead I will double your payment for bringing the body before me," said Mr. Nugraha cruelly.

He was back up, not paying attention to every face of his men.

"Come, we're partying. Just leave the body there. Then throw it into the forest so that the wild beast eats its body" said Mr. Nugraha cruelly.

The statement suddenly made them raise their heads, staring at the employer who gave a cruel order.

"Why are you still standing there? Oh, I know. Haha ... You guys must want a drink, right? Take it easy, I will provide it specifically for you. Now, just go in don't just stare there," continued Mr. Nugraha began to growl with their behavior that was just like a statue.

"I'm sorry, sir, but we can't party on our own brother's corpse" one of them firmly and confidently said.

The frown on his old forehead piled up even more, barely fusing the two ends of his eyebrows together. He stared fixedly at the man who spoke earlier, then the gaze turned to the figure covered in black cloth.

"Whatchu mean? Isn't that what you're bringing with you is her, the blind girl?" tanya Tuan Nugraha pointed at the corpse on the stretcher.

The man shook his head weakly, the look in his eyes radiating deep sadness and disappointment. Also a great regret.

Shaking the old man's legs, as well as his daughter who was stunned to hear their story. None of them knew that Daisha was injured because everyone was unconscious.

"Omong empty! How could you one group be defeated by a blind woman? It feels very impossible. It sounded like a silly joke in my ear" said Mr. Nugraha in disbelief.

He laughed bitterly, doubting the testimony of those he told. Everything he heard was unacceptable.

"He's not alone, sir. He was helped by a woman who was no less cruel. Maybe if they wanted to, we'd all die. Trust us, Sir. Our opponent is not a random person" they assured Mr. Nugraha about what they had experienced this afternoon.

The man held his breath for a while, to then hunt down the stingy air. His steps swung down the stairs, continuing to approach on the stretcher containing one unmoving figure.

He sighed before shaking off the cloth that covered the figure. His eyes widened almost out, the corpse was not Daisha, but his men who died horribly.

The bruises almost filled his entire face, and Daisha's cane ripped through his clothes, revealing wounds that left traces of blood all over the man's skin.

Mr. Nugraha stopped breathing, his body retreated a few steps. He looked shocked, it felt like it was all just a dream. He wanted to rush out of his sleep. How could a blind woman with the help of one woman defeat a select group of thugs, even one of them dies horribly.

"No way!"

"The "corpse in front of you is proof that our opponents are not ordinary people. They have unusual skills, their movements are trained and unreadable. You better be careful, sir, because it does not rule out the possibility that they will demand a reply," they said making the old man's body tremble.

He raised his head in dismay, sweat sprouting flooding the face seeping up to his neck. Fear began to creep into his heart. Gather together to form a nightmare that will come haunting her every night.

"You're right, for that we need to make preparations. For now, we don't need to do anything to keep our tracks unknown. You understand?"

Mr. Nugraha was agitated, rubbing his huffed face. Likewise with Lilia, hearing that she also became anxious. Worrying about those people marking her and hurting her on the street.

"Dad, I'm afraid" he said, hugging his father.

Mr. Nugraha rubbed Lilia's hair all the way to her back. Calm the girl from all the restlessness.

"You take it easy, honey. Everything's gonna be fine. For a while, stay home and don't wander around. Ok?"

Lilia nodded. Inevitably, he had to stay home.

"Hahaha .. late! I think it's too late!"

The people gasped at the foreign voice that appeared suddenly.