OPEN YOUR MASK, PRINCESS!
Episode 392 THE ORIGINAL FATHER
Haris only realized something after finding a glance secretly aimed at him from the taxi driver he was riding in. The driver's inner voice made Haris glance at her clothes, if not for the driver inwardly commenting on her kung fu costume, Haris might not have paid any attention to the cloth attached to her body. Haris smiled grinningly as he inspected his clothes that turned out to be legendary to him, his great robe that also became his identity as a bodyguard of trust in the Li clan.
Miss, you know very well how to respect me. Inner Haris smiled, he firmly believed that this was Weini's initiative of wearing her best costume as an attire that was attached at the end of her life. But Haris would probably keep this robe again after releasing it, other than because he was not dead, even because he was very affectionate
this robe.
“Eh?” Haris was shocked as it flashed curiously in his mind. Spontaneously he held his face and felt
murat wrinkles that he had never had before. “Pak, can you please point the middle rearview at me?” Pinta Haris is serious.
The taxi driver complied with Haris's request, with one hand he shifted the rearview center to point at the passengers behind. Haris leaned forward, he needed to convince her of something that made her curious. A pair of eyes widened Haris found the reflection of his face at this time, Haris leaned his body back into the chair he was sitting in, it did not take long to ascertain his new reality
realize.
“Pak, what day is it and what time is it?” Haris asked the driver who was getting confused. Haris' striking appearance was enough to frighten him, then he checked his face like a stranger who did not know himself, and now plus the strange question made the driver feel like he was carrying
passengers of astral beings only. But the driver still answered the strange question to make Haris goatee.
I've only been dead for a few hours and you've managed to unmask me, miss. You will not realize how strong you are if you are not pressed. Miss, thank you for bringing my old life back. Inner Haris felt very grateful, finally he could be detached from his mask and will return to his former self.
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Xiao Jun put his car in a place a little far from Weini's house, so crowded the car that a place a little far from Weini's house, so crowded the car parked along the small road. The day before dawn but the crowd was still clearly visible in the surroundings, Xiao Jun was reluctant to be made curious then he rushed over
out to find out what happened. How surprised he was when his feet managed to step up in front of the fence of Weini's house, a group of people carrying equipment like people who want to shoot. Some of the people who survived in front of Weini's house seemed to fall asleep on the terrace, some even dared to peek and highlight into the house with a camera through the ventilation hole of the house. Xiao Jun clenched his hands, furious at the action that had already surpassed the limit.
“What the fuck? How dare you sidetrack this just for the news? Is it permissible to cover and air something without the permission concerned? Ah... You guys seem to want to deal with me? Alright, I will prepare my team of lawyers to sue all of you who dare to air the news concerning this house.” Firmly Xiao Jun who was not messing around with his words. Weini is a public figure who risks his work is indeed highlighted by the news, but the actions of the news seeker who justifies all means can not be allowed.
One by one the reporters who heard Xiao Jun's bluff started to squeak. They hurry to clean up
equipment and leave with a supervised look in Xiao Jun's sharp eyes. Some of them were quite familiar with the figure of Xiao Jun had even received the same threat when they covered Weini who was caught with the young boss. It is better not to deal with people who have money and power, let alone who are accused of being right that they are the ones who violate work ethics.
Xiao Jun stood folding his hands watching the reporters leave until there was nothing left. No one should bother him now, he wants to get into this house immediately. The house became the only memory of Haris and Weini, and Xiao Jun was hoping to get a clue from here. Threw the locked doorknob, with a little energy in it he could damage it until the door opened.
Xiao Jun dropped his body in a kneeling position, his body steadied as well as his gaze staring straight
and empty. Weini was now in the hands of the enemy, although she provided him with a magic item to track him down, but Xiao Jun felt that his ability had not been able to trace the whereabouts of his lover. The magic vibration he felt was just struggling near this house, but it clearly saw nothing but the house inside
empty state.
“Dad, forgive me for being late to realize your distress. I'm not helping you, I'm so useless.” Xiao Jun slapped his face repeatedly, somehow having to vent his disappointment. He really can't get rid of the guilt and deep sorrow.
He did not know where Weini buried his father, nor did he know who had to ask him. For now his mind was deadlocked, all he thought about was the sadness of losing his father a second time, and this was possible forever. Long enough Xiao Jun kneeled down as well as lowered his head,
let the tears colaburasi in the sense of mourning. Until he felt quite in that position, then stood up with difficulty because his head felt a little dazed.
Xiao Jun circulated his gaze around then his focus stopped on one thing in the corner. The object that caught his attention enough that he walked up to him, recalled the time where he managed to get Weini's trust back thanks to the help of this tool. His bitter smile expands, the pull of a chair that is specifically used to play this musical instrument. Xiao Jun sighed, instantly stared at the strings and then his fingers began to play with it.
Quotes by excerpts chant the melody of a song that reminds him of his childhood. He remembered very well the tone of the song that was often played by Haris had the opportunity to return home. Haris had not been able to teach him various things as a child, even when they were reunited as an adult. Now that the opportunity to learn from his father had run aground, perhaps this was the fate outlined for Xiao Jun. His emotions began to fall apart, his music game began to fall apart so he did not pay attention to the strings he picked again.
“Aaaaarrghhh!” Xiao Jun shouted along with his sobbing cry. He will no longer hold himself in this desolate place, only he himself and in the house of the father who left him. All his emotions spilled, Xiao Jun sobbed his sedan with his head laid down on the lute.
“Why is all this unfair to me!” His strangulation frustrated and then back down, hiding the urate of his destruction.
As a heart-wrenching cry sounded, the cross-legged pair of feet stepped into the courtyard
that house. The owner of the foot sped up his pace as soon as he knew someone was crying inside. Many must have felt lost and thought Haris was dead. Haris arrived at his house, his gaze circling around which seemed a little messy. But the most messy was his son who sat in the corner while looking down in tears. Slowly Haris walked up to her then grabbed her shoulder.
Xiao Jun was surprised to feel a touch, his crying stopped. He didn't think there was anyone but himself here. He looked up to see who touched him, and the surprise grew when he saw the smile of a man he knew so well in his childhood. The clothes attached to the man's body, his face now adorned with slight wrinkles, as well as the smile that had always calmed Xiao Jun down as a child, the person he truly knew and longed for had returned. He is the real father... Which has been sought all along
by Xiao Jun, and he's not dead.
“Ayaaah..”.
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