Not Just a Promise
You Hunters!

Reyhan and Nehta are unaware of Azka's presence in front of the room. It was obvious the worry on his face.

To him, Nehta was his most precious treasure. Because after losing both parents, Nehta no longer plays a double role. In addition to being an older brother, he also plays a role as a parent for her.

So clearly, Azka was worried about her brother. If possible, let Azka take Nehta's place when Nehta is sick. Because all this time, Nehta was rarely sick. Nope. Not never sick, but Nehta deliberately hid her pain.

“Kak Nehta hurts what?” Azka asked who was now in front of Nehta, regardless of Reyhan who was in the doorway.

“Sister is fine, Ka.”

But Azka was still researching every inch of her brother's body, hoping for no injuries. Only Nehta's face looked slightly lethargic.

“Bang?” Azka looked at Reyhan expectantly.

“You don't need to worry, your sister is fine.”

“Yes already then, I hope you guys don't hide something.”

“Kak Nehta so move to apartment bang Reyhan?” Azka just realized that there was a suitcase on the floor.

“Actually I also want to move out of this apartment.” Its effects.

“Lho why? Brother told you, brother will extend his contract.”

Azka shook her head, a smile etched beautifully on her handsome face.

“Azka got a job offer, so cafe manager. On the top floor was a studio room, the owner asked me to occupy it. Than neglected he said.” Azka.

“Cafe manager?” Nehta's forehead wrinkled.

The woman was surprised, because Azka had not graduated from college. Yes, although studying in a relevant field, but there is a strange thing here.

“What is the owner of a female?”

“Gosh. Sis. Brother forgot, I worked part time in the cafe for a long time. Maybe because my job is good, so he made me a manager there. Diplomas and others can follow.”

“Tantaka's Cafe?”

Azka nodded. Nehta was proud of her sister, but smart she was also a hard worker and an honest person. Maybe that's why the cafe owner picked him up as a manager there.

You no longer need to extend his contract, Ta. I bought this apartment. Inner Reyhan.

“Thank you brother, all this time I have too much baby brother. Now I can take care of myself. It's time for you to think about yourself, be happy. Because it's only happy brother that I'll always hope for.”

If Azka were a woman, she would probably be crying like Nehta who could not hold back her tears.

The two humans who were born from the same mother embraced each other. Nope. This isn't goodbye. But Azka's affection for her brother.

“Titip kak Nehta bang, take care and happy him!”

“Pasti.”

...*****...

At the end of a street not far from the Vienna home, a man was sitting on the hood of his parked car. That man is none other than Arman. He deliberately waited for Vienna to come out of his house, to return Vienna's cell phone.

For almost an hour he waited for Vienna there, but the woman he was waiting for had not yet revealed her nose.

That's vivid. Because they never had an appointment to meet. Because Vienna's own cell phone is in Arman's hands.

Before Arman decided to leave, his steps came to a halt as he watched Vienna walk past him.

“Vienna?” Call Arman.

“A-arman?” Vienna is moving in all directions.

He was very afraid that anyone would see him, especially his father or stepmother. It could happen last night repeated, it could even be worse.

Arman who saw Vienna wailing, reflexes to see the situation around him. The man understood what Vienna feared.

“Mobile.” Arman handed him a phone with a small crack on the screen.

“Yes, maybe last night fell when you want to get out of the car.” Arman replied, without mentioning that last night he had time to return his phone.

“Still. Sorry I was in a hurry.”

“Iya.”

Arman did not offer Vienna a ride knowing she would refuse for fear that someone would see her.

So he just stared at the hooded woman's back passing from before him.

“Gosh.”

Arman was surprised by the presence of a teenage boy who wore a Junior High School uniform. Apparently he had been standing behind Arman, not since when.

“Om meet the same Vienna tea, yes?” Ask a teenage boy named Waffi, Arman can find out his name from the name tag in the uniform he wears.

“Who's Vienna?” Arman pretended not to know Vienna.

“Halah, ngaku. I have proof.” Wafdi showed a video on his phone.

“Remove that video!” Threaten Arman by looking at Waffi full of intimidation.

“Hais..” Arman exasperated, because Wafdi moves his thumb and index finger fused together.

Arman reached into his wallet which was in the pocket of the back pants. He took five pieces of pink money. And then thrust it on Wafdi.

“Delete first!” Tell Arman with his cold face.

“Okey..”

“Already. Meet often with Vienna tea.” Ledek Waffa.

If only there were a quiet street, Arman would have been snapping the head of Wafdi.

“Small-small eyes duitan.” Complain Arman.

Not wanting to linger there, Arman immediately drove his car to Reyhan's apartment. Because Reyhan told him to get the CCTV that was at Sara's birthday party last night.

Within five minutes, Arman had reached Reyhan's apartment. His hands were stretched out as he wanted to ring the bell. But just as she knew it was coming, Reyhan opened the door first.

“We discussed in the workspace.”

“Who to look for?” Reyhan looked at Arman with a sharp gaze, looking at the dazed Arman like he was looking for someone.

“Nothing, Rey.” Arman just grinned the horse.

“Nehta again in the room, again sorted his stuff.”

“Si-who asked?”

“I know, Man. You're looking for my wife.” Rehyan said coldly.

Glug.

Arman gulped his saliva roughly. Indeed, this one man always knows the mind of people and what makes people afraid is his gaze that is like wanting to eat people alive.

Once inside Reyhan's workspace, Arman immediately gave Reyhan a free disc. Inside was CCTV footage of Nehta's sinking.

The incident began with Lusy who began to argue with Nehta. Lusy is Tian's lover, who used to die from an accident.

Reyhan, Arman and Bastian or better known as Tian are three friends. Their gang was famous for the good looks of the three of them. Each of them has their own fans. Even Reyhan has fanatical fans like Sara.

Reyhan saw Lusy pointing his finger at Nehta.

“This is all because of you, Nehta. You made Tian die. You're the killer!” Hardik Lusy's.

Reyhan clenched his hands, until his handbooks turned white.