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Visiting Ara

"What's? Is my car still there?" Alvian did not believe it. "Based on arrogant man! Insolvent is still high-minded. People like you don't deserve Dhira. How poor that poor girl is."

"Huh, you're the only one who doesn't know yourself. Wanting to ruin my relationship with Dhira. Just try to be the third person among us, you'll know me and Andhira better." Leo with a threat.

"Peeeuhhh...look who are you? You're not her husband. Why are you acting so rightfully?" Alvian continues to challenge Leo.

"You people! Can you stop?!" Dhira came with an angry face.

Leo waved at Dhira "Darling.I go first yes, I'll come back later." Then he left.

Dhira just grunted. Leo can be so arrogant. And do not hesitate to carry out his actions to show his ownership. He also likes Leo's way.

While Alvian he could only chuckle a little and looked at Leo's back in annoyance.

"Well, that's your guy Dhi? Handsome very. Wuihhhh you're very smart to find a boyfriend." One of the women there instantly adored Leo's good looks.

"Not a girlfriend, but..." Alvian did not continue his sentence. He just looked at Dhira with disappointment. His heart was still puffed against the girl.

'Fortunately his mouth was broken. Otherwise I could be ashamed.' Dhira was relieved Alvian could keep his mouth. They only stared at each other for a while and Alvian entered the same room that Dhira was in. His face was so tense and grim.

Dhira also entered, then closed the door quietly. Walk slowly towards Alvian's desk. The man was already busy with his laptop.

"He's a good guy. We've been dating for a year." Dhira was like introducing Leo to Alvian.

"Who's the one." Ketus Alvians.

"He gave up everything to love me. There are many sacrifices that he has made for me. Energy, energy,

and his mind is too much that I confiscate. Even his emotions drained a lot."

Alvian no longer replied. Although his eyes are still on the laptop, but his ears are attached well.

"But luck does not side with us. A lot of problems happened that left us both hurt and in deep pain." I don't know why he could confide in Alvian.

Alvian has been looking. Not interested in the story of Dhira, but surprised to hear the voice of Dhira vibrating like holding back a cry.

"Huh, stop. Forgetit. You don't have to worry. I'll pick up your car and bring it here. Sorry to bother you. Leo's not a jerk. He's just jealous so he doesn't respect you." Dhira immediately switched the conversation.

"Let me take it." Answer Alvian slowly. For some reason he became moved and there was no desire to mock Dhira anymore.

"Don't put it in Leo's heart just now. In his name I'm sorry." Dhira said sincerely.

Alvian was silent. But his face was already a little friendly. Inwardly back admiring the way Dhira protects her lover's self-esteem. Now he knew, only from the way Dhira spoke and from his gaze, that this girl he was after had given all her heart to Leo.

Dhira returned to his desk. Now his mind goes back to the problem of the man who dropped his handkerchief. In his heart he grumbled annoyed at not being able to stop by Jhon's house. In fact, according to him, if the man was one of the residents of the house of Jhon then surely the morning of the man there.

At least, before the time to go home from work, Dhira first went home. He did not want to meet Leo. It will only hinder his work.

Dhira stands in front of the fence of the courtyard of Jhon's house. Two men guard the entrance, which he just saw. The two security, different from what he had seen before. The two men looked at Dhira suspiciously.

"Hey deck, what's there?" Sapa one.

"Eh, I'd like to meet up with Jhon."

"Sir John has not yet returned to work. Come back later when it's five."

"Oh. I'll just wait here. It's four o'clock, but the most have come."

"But, it's cloudy weather in a minute it might rain. You can be rained. Look at it starting to drizzle."

"I can get into that post. Not smearing?! Otherwise it shouldn't be a problem I'm here to rain." Dhira predicted that. He would hide inside the guard post to peek at Jhon on his way home.

"But..." The older man seemed to object. "We're men. Aren't you afraid of us?"

"Ah no. Why scared? Both of you are like a father to me. It just so happens that someone is protecting me."

"But, afraid Mr. Jhon is angry."

"Quiet down. I'll handle it. He's my friend."

"Don't Miss, the thing is, we're just workers here. If there's a problem that makes our master angry we should take responsibility."

The rain is also falling more and more. The two men got into the post. They both looked at each other confused how to respond to their guests who would not also leave.

The blue clothes that Dhira was wearing began to speckle with water. And the longer the more.

"Here you come in here! You can get sick standing there." Take the man at the same time.

Dhira smiles. Without hesitation he entered and sat down with them. "Thank you sir."

"Dry your hair." One of the men gave Dhira a tissue.

Half an hour later, a black car came in and gave a horn. The two men were busy with the fence even to the rain for the sake of opening the fence.

Dhira hid by squatting behind a post wall that was only limited to the stomach. He took out a mirror from his bag and pointed it towards the front of the house where the car had stopped. He carefully watched every door of the car to make sure anyone who came down.

John closed the car door. It came down with slightly curved lips. He knew that Dhira was at the post of the security guard who pretended to open the car door for him. "While you're somersaulting, you won't find a papi in this house. I don't know what you're thinking so excited about finding papi." Jhon deliberately opened all the car doors pretending to clean the footwear carpet in every part of the car.

Dhira keeps a mirror. Very disappointed not to see the man. He leaned back with a blank look. 'is it possible that Jhon did not lie?'

"Dek, that's Jhon sir coming home. Wait a minute, I'll ask if he's receiving guests at this time?"

"Eh, I'll go home first sir. Tomorrow at the office. This is my wet clothes. It's not nice to meet in such a mess." Dhira left that place.

Jhon chuckles. He can predict Dhira's behavior. Since last night he had warned the housekeeper, he had given direction to the two guards. Tell the security guard to follow the game Dhira.

Dhira's current destination is the Familie department store. Hope to find that guy around him. Several times he passed through each alley while examining the man who was similar to the figure and posture he saw.

"Jhon if you deliberately play tricks." After being tired Dhira felt just being fooled.

He sat under a small tent of fried and fried rice vendors. I ordered fried rice for dinner. The phone screen to find out what time it is.

From yesterday he wanted to visit Ara at Rendra's house. But reluctant to meet him. Besides Ara must have been angry with him, Ara must have asked him for an explanation for his actions to lock himself up.

He sat down while staring at the handkerchief he laid on his thigh. He imagined when his mother used to embroider the small cloth. They had argued to embroider what letters on the cloth. Dhira protests at her mother always making handkerchiefs with her initials. But Amelia didn't hear it. He still carries it. Even some scarves and jackets are deliberately knitted Amelia by her initials. His mother's activities stopped when he was in college. Maybe because Dhira does not like to wear it.

When his mother was sick, he deliberately took the handkerchief to the hospital. Thought her mother might need it. But who would have thought he found it out of someone else's hands. Hoping that through this handkerchief, he could find his mother.

"Ah...Ara! Through Ara I can know who lives in his house and who is close to Jhon. Yes, right through Ara." Suddenly, Dhira got a brilliant idea. He believes that John is lying. Through Ara he will dig up information about the man. No way for no reason, the handkerchief was on him.

That night he went to Rendra's house. He always gets reports about Ara who is still locked up and does not want to talk to anyone.

"Where is he?" Dhira to the cashier table where Rendra was sitting relaxed while waiting for the visitors of his shop.

"On the third floor. He hasn't eaten at all for two days. He kept crying and locked himself inside. I could've opened the door from the outside, but I'm afraid he's getting traumatized by the incident the other day."

After receiving the key from Rendra, Dhira went up through the stairs as much as two levels, then he arrived in front of the room occupied by Ara. From the door he heard nothing from the room. Slowly he opened the door and pulled the door handle and went inside.

On the bed Ara lay with her body tilted. His clothes were still the black clothes he had given Meli's burial. There was no movement from the girl. Only his shoulders were seen going up and down signifying he was breathing regularly.

Dhira approached Ara by sitting on the edge of the bed. At his peek into Ara's face, ascertained whether the girl was sleeping soundly. Instantly Dhira's heart throbbed in pain looking at Ara's deathly pale face. Her eyes and cheeks were swollen and still wet. Without feeling the tears Dhira flowed unbearably. He tortured his best friend who did everything for him. Never even counted what he had given. A sense of regret infiltrated his chest.

Dhira's hand raised stroked Ara's head. Guilt wrapped around his chest until it hurt.

Feeling that someone was touching her head, Ara woke up and jumped out of bed. He seemed shocked and scared at once. He hugged himself tightly with a roaring voice. "Yyx aaaaa..aaaaa...!"

"It's me. Don't be afraid." Dhira said slowly. Now he saw the top of Ara's dress being torn and his hands trying to cover it. The guilt further pressed down on Dhira's chest making her cry break. The feeling of wanting to explode from within his chest could not be held back until his cry was so loud and strong. So evil was he torturing a child who didn't know what this was.

Ara looked at Dhira with eyes of hatred. No more sounds of crying. Only his eyes continued to let out water until it soaked his face. He retreated and leaned against the wall with such a poor face.

"Ara, I have a reason for all this. But I really regret it. I shouldn't have made you experience everything." Dhira braced her guts to talk to Ara.

"Khekkk..khekk..." Ara is like hiccups from crying for too long. He shook his head at Dhira.

"I'm not gonna hurt you again. Ii'm sorry. I'm so confused." Dhira approaches Ara.

Ara did not respond. His eyes looked at Dhira without blinking. The girl's broken lips may be dehydrated. "I've helped you as much as I can. I've..." Ara's voice was held back by her crying. His tongue could no longer speak so much.

"Yes. I-i know. You've been so good to me. Dela gave me anything. That's why I'm sorry." Dhira continued while wiping his tears from his two cheeks. He knew Ara must be talking about the money she had given him.

"What do you really want? Just say! No need to pretend to me!" Sarkas Ara with an angry face. Now his emotions can move from sadness to anger.