Named Revenge
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'Tarana, brother wants to tell you something. But I also want you to keep this from the family. Just you, and Brother. We both.'

The shot of Tarana Manuella never once shot off the target board. The taper tip is always about the middle area, right on the black dot. With one arrow left, Tarana looked at the green arrow.

'I have no secrets about my pregnancy. But Brother wants to keep the father of this child a secret.'

The other end of the sharp needle was inscribed with something, which Tarana did not hesitate to mention even though his family half-dead removed the memory's full name. "Diana Manuella."

'His name is Bian Pramoko. Handsome, but fragile man I've ever met.'

NAH!

In the hands of Tarana Manuella, there was never anything missing. All according to her estimates, but not Diana Manuella. "Sister, if you don't love the wrong person, maybe you're still here. Play darts with me."

Finished throwing, Tarana's right hand fell limp again on her side. "I always win, and then I help Brother to aim. We can do that all year, all life."

But, Diana Manuella, chose to leave her because of the deep wounds. Because Diana Manuella felt her dependents were too heavy, and was afraid this one family felt that she was a disgrace.

So, Diana Manuella should be hidden from circulation just like that? Malicious. "I'm not one of those who stay away from you. You know that, right?"

Oxygen was drawn into his lungs. Those bright amber eyes closed for a moment. Fragrant Diana was still left here, somehow. In the white chime cream room that is always cleaned Tarana routine.

"Time ...," murmured Tarana slowly. "Revenge, Brother."

***

The minimalist car drove quickly into the luxury home area. Glossy black, reflecting bright moonlight. As if supporting Tarana to hit this luxury home area.

KKIT!

"Mana Manuella!"

In front of the lobby of the palace house, Tarana turned to the right. Glancing at his mother who was struggling to come to him with a furious face. His elegance was lost when in front of Tarana.

Actually, Tarana likes it. His mother was angry in front of him.

Blam it!

"Hi" said Tarana, attaching her cheerful smile. Spreading his hands like wings ready to flap. "Miss you, Ma-"

It was not a warm hug that he got, but a punch that landed on the shoulder. While her mother was waist-rattled, she grimaced a little. "What, anyway, Ma? Haven't you been home for a long time?"

"In Dalem there are all guests. You're coming in late, "the nagging of her mother, Cantika Audida, is full of tears. "Whisper again you parked the car here. Then another one, where's the dress that Mama gave you? Not on the cake again?"

"Ribet by car, Ma," Tarana murmured.

"Partially offered an invitation not to," replied Cantika anxious. "Keep up on that Mama?"

"Long know that the driver picked up. Besides, Mama, how would you give me if I took over the car? Kan, afraid that Mama's beloved is scuffed, yaaaa! Yes Mama!" Tarana immediately dodged from the reach of Cantika when her mother was already fiercely glaring.

Ja. Tarana can act this thick, can act this cheerful.

Having her son's gaze changed, Cantika immediately softened again. Closing the car door to realize Tarana that Tarana should not think about the no-no anymore. "Yes, go in. I've been waiting for."

"Even if I wear this shirt, Ma?" tanya Tarana raised her next to her eyebrows making sure. "Seriously? T-shirt, jogger pants, Mama kankan?"

"Well, what else, Tar." Cantika turned to the back, pointed the audi car to be properly parked, then moved to embrace Tarana's arm. "Papa could be more angry if you don't come along. Furthermore, Mama also feels you must be given a free life to choose who your candidate will be. Not some kind of gini. Mama doesn't want to."

"Ma," call Tarana to stop the two of them. "All of you go to Tarana. Tarana asked Mama not to interfere for a while."

"You mean, Tar?" Cantika shriveled not understanding. "You're Mama's son, Tar."

Therefore, for that reason it is precisely. Tarana just patted the back of Cantika's hand, pulling her into the dining table area filled by many people.

One of them, is the target of Tarana. The person in the dark blue suit, looked wide-eyed that no one noticed.

But not with Tarana who did plan all this. From the beginning, until this meeting, it can be predicted by the clever and intelligent brain, assisted by the eye jelly that finds every gap.

"Mana Manuella. Where's your dress?"

The question sentence drugged at once six people in the same room. Cantika Audida's husband Manuel Rayyan shone a sharp glare at his youngest daughter. Research starting from the tip of Tarana's hair, to the tip of his feet that only wear sandals.

Suddenly, Manuel massaged his forehead feeling dizzy. "Never change you, Tar. It doesn't reflect the image of Manuel's family at all."

"Pa," pinta Cantika weld. The middle-aged woman deliberately made her expression as gentle as possible, asking Manuel to let down and not prolong the problem. "Sit, gih, Tar. We're late."

The whole concern by Tarana is the man. Starting from his twitching forehead, starting from his eyebrows that are interested in curiosity .... Everything is getting more interesting. Especially when Tarana drags her stool back to sit down.

Right across from him. Directly with Bian Pramoko. Earlier Tarana reached out her hand greeted with a slanted smile on her lips. "Tarana Manuella."

"Bian Pramoko." Bian's surprise didn't go away. Still living in the eyes of Bian looking for certainty. "Sounds, have we met before?"

Meet up? Just meet? Bian considers his relationship with his brother to be just a 'short meeting'? "It doesn't seem like it, Bian Pramoko. I've only met you for the first time."

"But .., I am no stranger," said Bian intensely deepening the curves of her beautiful face. "I-"

"I told you, this is our first meeting" Tarana said firmly. Don't want to talk any longer. Immediately added a blaze to the other side. Half-western, half-Asian faced. "Don't add any more. Enough."

"Learn manners, right, Tarana? Or have you forgotten about manners?" Manuel asked offended. "Don't make a bad impression or problem today. Be kind and be quiet."

Suddenly, Tarana locked her mouth shut again. But, he already wants to be quiet. It's just that the hatred that was stirring in his chest was unstoppable. His entire body made the air around this room hot.

Yes, indeed the arrival of Tarana here never meant well. Not until things go the way they want.

Or the wishes of his brother.

Although her personal relationship with Diana was inversely proportional, she was sure her brother would agree on this.

"Heh .. let's re-discuss it." Manuel sighed, then straightened his position on the leader's seat at the very end. "Papa and Om Liel intend to marry you both. It's tomorrow, and everything's done."

"Tarana agrees, Pa," Tarana retaliates, aiming at Bian like a target board. "Yes, right, Bian Pramoko?"