My Beautiful Teacher
Go home
Seeing his opponent fall down, Ihin then hunts down and locks him until Sakur can not move anymore.
"Here, Bang!" yelling Ihin who suddenly made the biker turned his head. In the next instant, Aminah and the biker rushed towards Ihin.
Rafael looked around. However, the road conditions have started to get crowded. What's more, cars that stop in the middle of the road, so attract the attention of other road riders, so many stop. There is no way Rafael can help Sakur who has been mobbed by people. Finally, Rafael decided to leave the place.
"Sorry, Bang." Lirih Rafael while driving his vehicle at high speed.
Sakur, who had not been struggling, was finally led to the local police.
"Ah, fuck-shit-shit!" pekik Rafael while increasing the speed of his vehicle.
Arriving at the headquarters, the members of the Dark Eagle motorcycle gang are still lulled in their respective dreams. Feeling unable to save his men, Rafael opens a drink rack and picks up one of his favorite wine bottles. Guilt began to creep in Rafael's heart.
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Asyifa exhaled her breath violently. It's only been a day, but the detective her father hired has managed to get the news about Rafael, even to the detail.
"So right, Rafa got involved with the Dark Eagle motorcycle gang? He even became the leader of the gang. God, why is this so?" ashifa Mumm. Both corners of his eyes began to water reminiscing about Rafael's life on the streets.
"Already, Son. Father asked, now you stop your search for your friend. It's very clear, right, that he's not a good boy" Gusti said.
Asyifa. For now, he doesn't know what to do. Forget Rafael? Obviously that is very unlikely Asyifa to do.
"You're the end of class, Syif. It is time to think about where your future will be. Please, please .. be an adult. Do not think about things that are not useful for your life in the future," continued Gusti.
Asyifa is back. His mind was completely confused. Especially after knowing the lover became the head of a motorcycle gang.
I'd better bring these evidences in front of Adinata and Aunt Rahayu, inner Asyifa.
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A few days have passed. The news of Sakur's arrest has reached the ears of motorcycle gang members. Some are angry to want to attack the local police office. However, there are some who blame the attitude of Rafael who only saved himself.
Bimbim and Anan have been trying to calm down the motorcycle gang members. They both try to be mediators, so that the members of the Dark Eagle motorcycle gang are not divided. However, the efforts of Bimbim and Anan still did not bring change to Rafael.
The guilt that has been put on him has brought Rafael closer to alcohol. From morning until night, Rafael never moved from the bar table in the central room of the Dark Eagle headquarters. Repeatedly Bimbim reminded Rafael not to be too self-blame for the capture of Sakur. However, free. It seemed like Rafael's ears were deaf and would not listen to any more advice.
"Listen, Fa! If you keep drinking like this, then what can we expect from you? I doubt that Dark Eagle will advance in the hands of a leader who drinks almost every day. What's your problem, Fa? Naturally, a gang child is caught, after the completion of his sentence, the police will certainly release Sakur" Bimbim said at length.
Raphael did not answer. He got up from the chair and grabbed a black jacket that was attached to the back of the chair. Without saying goodbye, Rafael went outside and drove his vehicle.
Bimbim threw his breath out violently. "Gue doesn't know what to say to her anymore" he lamented.
"Leave it, Bim. Maybe Rafa is still unfamiliar with the consequences of the biker gang community" Anan said, patting his best friend's shoulder gently.
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Atun stared at the towering gate. Wishing to see the shadow of someone entering the gate. However, unfortunately until the time showed at 11 pm, the gate was still tightly closed.
"Republica..."
Atun. His eyes began to water from sleepiness. After feeling that her foster child is unlikely to come home tonight, Atun decides to go to bed.
Before getting on the bed, Atun went to the bathroom to clean himself up. Shortly after, he began to turn off the room lights and replace them with sleeping lights.
Atun put his tired body on the bed. Both hands he folds on the chest. A moment later, he closed his eyes.
Tracks!
Just beginning to fall asleep into dreamland, suddenly Atun's sense of hearing caught the open key sound from behind. He opened his eyelids. Shut up for a moment to listen further, roughly what had just irritated his ears.
Tap-tap-tap ....
Clearly, the senses of Atun's listeners could catch the sound of people walking from the outside of his room. The woman got up and put on sandals. For a moment, he tied his hair before finally leaving the room.
The sound of footsteps became more clear. The source is from the middle room. Atun sped up his steps to ascertain what sound he heard.
Atun's eyes narrowed when he saw the shadow of someone climbing the stairs. His hand reflexively picked up his master's golf club that was inside the ornate urn. Walking quietly, Atun followed the shadow.
Atun quickened his pace as soon as he arrived upstairs. He swung a golf club to hit a person who was considered a thief. However, when the man opened the door of his foster child's room, Atun then sculpted.
"De-den Rafa?" Lirih Atoon.
Rafael. Her smile rose when she saw her foster mother, standing not far from her face.
"What is the Mbak At– ka-bar"
Brugh!
Rafael's speech was cut off along with the loss of consciousness due to the influence of the drink.
"Astaghfirullahaladhim, Aden!" pekik Atun immediately ran over to Rafael who was lying on the floor.
Atun immediately raised Rafael's head and placed it over both thighs. The smell of alcohol was so stinging. Make Atun slightly turn his face to avoid the aroma.
"Oh my God, what happened to you, Den? Why did it get this way?" atun murmured while rubbing Rafael's cheeks that looked red like burning.
Atun was concerned to see the condition of his foster son. The body that began to be thin with a haggard face and hair, increasingly illustrates how disorganized he was during leaving the house. Without feeling it, tears began to flow down both of her cheeks.
"I-I have to tell Diman right away."