Rashi & Its Bucins
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...To you I miss, ...

...but did not meet, ...

...sorry,...

...and see you. ...

...♔...

Rashi Anuja hastily parked his car in front of a two-story house on the innermost side of the hallway.

With her hands shaking and her energy honestly almost drained, the girl pulled the handbrake before rushing down from her brother's car she had borrowed. High heels may be one of the reasons Rashi feels he will fall, but his swollen eyes are fixed straight ahead, running closer to the porch of the house.

There were two people standing guard in front of the brown teak door. They see Rashi hesitating, should it stop or not, even though in the end they are silent, letting him push the door to enter without permission.

The girl in a tight white T-shirt that accentuated her large round chest was the beloved of the leader of their leader, so no one dared to forbid even if there was an order not to let someone disturb the great meeting of the organization. The two young men in charge of guarding it had a peek, seeing Rashi walking in a hurry up the stairs until a pair of his synthetic legs are beautifully wrapped in dark blue jeans.

Meanwhile, Rashi was unable to care around.

He continued walking towards a place he had recorded in his memory a few years ago. This simple-designed stone house was built not for someone to live in, but specifically as a meeting location, especially if executives from each city gathered. The wall paint is clean white, without any decorations or additional furniture such as tables, chairs and paintings. All the sides were empty, so Rashi knew, the meeting table and chairs at the end of the second floor still had not been moved to another room.

No one stood guard at the door, as it was deemed unnecessary.

His tears began to pool again, vying to wet his cheeks even though he had been crying for a week. Rashi knows he can't break in. He is not a figure who deserves to interfere with the work of the man when he is just a doll barbie his favorite. But Rashi could think of no other direction than where the person was.

And so his trembling hand pushed against the door, greeted by the noise of the voice out of who among the eleven men and one woman in the room.

The next second, silence greeted.

Eleven youths who were sitting on chairs turned towards the door, checking who the selfless child who dared to break through the ten important gathering of thugs from the ten cities of this island. The leader of the ten people, the eleventh person, the only one sitting on the wide side of the table, was immediately startled.

And before he spoke, his secretary came forward with a troubled face.

"Lo can't get in here. Out." Amel. The beautiful woman who knew Rashi from the beginning, had given a strong aura of hostility.

Rashi shook his head at the girl, staring at Mahesa Mahardika there. "It's important. I need to talk to Mahesa now."

"It's important that you don't have any importance for us. Out!"

"Sa." Rashi passed Amel. A force of force pulled his hand as the girl tried to hold back. Her tears flooded again. He fell into Mahesa's lap to cry loudly in front of ten other men.

Of course Mahesa was astonished.

Rashi was never like this. Crying in front of a stranger is illegal for her, Mahesa has often taught her how to control emotions. But not just crying, Rashi hugged her, sat on Mahesa's lap like a little boy who was terrified of the world.

"It's okay." Mahesa prevents Amel from dragging Rashi away. Replying to the girl's embrace was watched by all his men.

A man pierced with an eagle tattoo on his frowning arm, very much disliking the disturbance that the white-tailed girl gave him. Across the table, the handsome young man wearing a hoodie with the words 'Crocodile' smiled, very much enjoying the unexpected development of one of Mahesa's favorite girls. Next to him was the fabulous-haired youth observing with a distorted expression.

Others do the same, according to their own emotions and feelings.

"Hey, Pretty." Mahesa cupped Rashi's face after a while letting him cry. Her gentle touch directed the girl's pretty face to stop hiding, staring directly at Mahesa's warmth. "What's going on? Why are you're crying?"

Isakan Rashi. His face really looked pitiful and if it was displayed outside, surely a group of adam would flock to eradicate the damn problem that made this beautiful girl sob.

"Rashi, answer me. What's going on? What happened? Baby?" Mahesa hugs her crazy buttocks, pulls Rashi closer and lands a kiss near her ear.

Mahesa does not like to show intimate affection in front of others, but for Mahesa who knows Rashi, it is impossible for her beloved pet girl to cry sobbing, come straight through the meeting unless there's something big.

"What about bokap lo? You miss him?"

The ten men knew what the story was behind the father's words in Mahesa's words.

One week ago, in the same place, to discuss the same problem, Mahesa's phone suddenly rang and there was a call coming from Rashi. His father died until Mahesa was forced to stop a meeting that had just begun to come to the location, help instruct what needs to be done.

After a week, on the same day they gathered again to solve the problem. Again Rashi came to bring trouble.

Most of them are not happy. And just one, which is starting to look moody.

Rashi tried to stop his crying because he didn't come for this. The tightness in his chest rose all the way to his head until Rashi felt suffocated in this so free space. His face moved away from Mahesa's neck.

Faintly, his nose can still smell the taste of kasturi from Mahesa's burly body wrapped in a formal shirt. His eyes briefly turned to the back, finding a picture of a skinny girl walking among the crowd of the train station. The girl was slim and thin, different from the thick Rashi by the flesh. Her face is quite beautiful, a mixture of Asian Caucasians that makes it half Caucasian.

Knowing where Rashi looked, Mahesa smiled touching her chin. "He's the leader of the group that stole my money these two months. What do you think of Lo?"

It was not the answer Rashi gave, but rather the gaze that rolled onto the meeting table.

In the spacious room that contained only one large table and chairs, Rashi found ten young men's faces staring at him.

He met the view of Karya, a burly white young man, short but creepy when delinquent. The leader of the Taka division did not like Rashi interrupting their meeting. Another thing with Alby, he actually smiled with interest.

When his eyes found Rainal, the young man immediately turned his eyes away.

Mahesa actually hates wasting time. Although he knows Rashi is not a stupid girl, there is still a possibility that he lost his mind due to his dead father. Redirected Rashi's face to her, trying to keep a warm smile. "Tell me what's up. You want what?"

Rashi's lips moved. His eyes were closed and it did not dissipate the tears from his petals. Independently Rashi moved his face, making Mahesa's hand like he was rubbing his cheek. "Mahesa," called out to him in a suffocating voice.

"What is it? What do you want, Princess?"

The girl shook her head. "Gue's pregnant."

The first to be surprised was Amel.

The woman glared with her mouth half-opened, directly staring at Mahesa who was slowly silent stiff. Alby somewhat lost his smile for a moment, before he shut his mouth, hiding a grin on his lips.

The work is expressionless, but Rainal seems to have forgotten how to breathe.

The rest clearly observed how Mahesa who could always control something—cold to control everything—kini silent mute.

Her snobs smile is gone. The touch came off even from Rashi's butt. The prince's face shriveled deeply, as if this matter was far more complicated and difficult than the talk of a group of thieves who had managed to grab their hundreds of millions of suitcases.

"Lo said what?" Mahesa no longer uses subtle tones. That's a very clear question that needs a very clear answer.

Rashi never got that tone from Mahesa for nearly five years together. He shook his head, stuck to himself as he began to feel doubt and fear. "Gue—"

"David, Rashi. Lo what was that?"

Isakan Rashi. "Gue's pregnant." His grip on Mahesa's shoulder tightened. The stress that builds up on his head creates pain, flowing into every corner of his body to torment Rashi. "Gue's pregnant," she repeated.

Mahesa found common sense in that affirmation. His eyes glanced at the faces on the other chairs, where they instantly looked like they had not heard, did not care, and never knew.

This is dangerous, Mahesa and his men thought, but it has a different meaning.

Danger, they all thought, because Mahesa hated his weakness the most.

Danger, Mahesa thought, because all these people now see he has a gap.

It must be resolved immediately, and leave a mark that the speech just now was not a weakness.

"Call Lilan," he instructed Amel.

"Sa." Rashi shakes Mahesa's shoulder. He wished that Mahesa would keep smiling and embrace him as before. "Lo promised everything would be good, right? You promised me nothing, right?"

Mahesa's smile again. As if she had never looked coldly at Rashi, the man hugged her tightly. "Absolutely, Rashi. There's never a reason I hurt you."

"Lo promise? Lo promise, right?"

"I promise you enough, honey. That never changes."

Rashi found a little hope. He held Mahesa's nape straight to look at her. "Sa, this—"

"Sirrr."

This was the biggest reason Rashi cried. "Sa, please. Love me a chance. He won't be—"

"Sstt." Mahesa was still staring subtly, but the pressure from her aura was suffocating. "Gue didn't think you were pregnant, it was my fault. That can't be there, Pretty. You know that."

"But you promise." Rashi doesn't care as sad as he pleads. No matter how he was witnessed by many people, Rashi shook Mahesa's shoulder again. "Lo promise me what I want. Let me take care of him. I didn't ask for anything. Pleases. Forget me or stay with me, but not him."

He does not need a young man who treats him as a decorative barbie doll, as long as the baby is not captured. One agreement and if he wants Rashi to disappear from his life, then Rashi will do that.

He did not come for marriage, because Rashi knew that Mahesa did not want a wedding.

Pursue the dream of being a businessman, the richest man in the world or maybe a God, but please, don't take this fetus away from him.

"Lo knows that's not the problem." Mahesa touches Rashi's stomach and vows, she makes him feel very scared. "Not one of my girls can get pregnant, let alone my son. Dump him. Don't want to."

"Mahesa." Rashi tried to make the face look even better.

"Darling, horrifying me. You don't need this. You're still in high school, you have dreams, you have an older brother. Don't be rash just because you think this is your son. Cepet. You'll come with Lilan later."

"Gue doesn't want to." Rashi whimpering. "Gue doesn't want to. This is my son, Sa."

"No need worries. It won't hurt."

"Sa, not my son."

Mahesa laughs. "Rashi, this isn't a child. Not yet a child. Just like me, okay? Throw him away."

Minutes passed by and Rashi begged. Mahesa just smiled saying she had to throw it away.

Rashi's cry had no effect other than to tear through the air. Almost twenty minutes passed and his voice began to whimper, the door of the room opened again, displaying the figure of Lilan.

"Sa, please. Pleases. Don't think gini. This is all I have now, Sa. Please."

"That's not real, honey." Mahesa moves on, lifting her up before forcing Rashi to stand up independently. "Lo still has Rasya and you've got me. Now go with Lilan."

Lilan did not say much, touching Rashi's arm as if to pull it. It makes Rashi jerked in panic, frightened to embrace Mahesa. "Please. Pleases. Throw me away. Forget me or take whatever comes from don't this. Please, Sa. Justjust please. I beg you."

"Rashi, don't make me angry."

"Not a problem." Rashi refuses to be touched by Lilan. Spin around for Mahesa alone who was nearby, while continuing to plead. "I'm angry with you. Hit me or whatever. But please. Don't be the baby."

"Why should I hit you?" Mahesa touched Rashi's face gently. "Gue knows the girl I pinter. Now go with Lilan. Don't bring something that destroys your own life."

"Sa, I don't want to."

Rashi's refusal sparked Mahesa's annoyance. No longer using his tongue to persuade, Mahesa reached out for the dope prepared by Lilan.

Rashi's character lets him know it's going to be like this.

Rashi retreated, stumbling almost to fall if Alby did not immediately hold his waist.

But it was also as a restraint so that Rashi did not run away.

"Mahesa, please." Rashi rebelled from the hands of Mahesa who rolled up her tight sleeves. Giving a firm rejection when the alcohol cotton swab is rubbed on the pulse point under the folds of Rashi's elbow. "Sa, no."

Mahesa withholds the injection, but hints that Alby is holding Rashi's waist. "Baby, listen to me. What you rasain now is just a pregnant woman's imagination. Okay? It's just a hormonal boost that's gonna torture you ahead. You don't need children and you know I don't want to have children with anyone. I promise I won't believe it again. You can't make trouble, right? For Rasya."

Rashi's rebellion is getting weaker. He knew it was impossible to take care of a child when his father had just died and now he is only with his older brother who is still awkward to talk to Rashi.

Her life was too messed up to have a child.

But her instinct as a mother denied her baby was hurt.

"Mahesa." Rashi cried sobbing again. More painful and more sad. "Gue participate all want lo origin not this. Pleases. Pleases. Love me one chance. No one will ever know this is your son."

"But I know it's my son. Come, Rashi. Don't be a kid."

Mahesa's grip on her hand is soft, so free Rashi pulls it. Although Alby's embrace was strong enough, Rashi could still twist his body freeing himself.

He couldn't run out against the thirteen people who were more used to fighting, so Rashi did something sneaky by moving into Rainal's arms. She was surprised, not expecting Rashi to hug her. But spontaneously Rainal holds onto Rashi's shoulder which impressed him to accept.

"Say Mahesa, don't." Rashi shakes the shoulder of the foreign youth he knows likes him. Since Mahesa first introduced Rashi to them, Rainal's gaze on her has always been different. "Tell him, no, Rail. Please help me."

There's no way Rainal can help her.

He followed Mahesa because he couldn't fight the man.

Alby who knew that, smiled amusedly. He thought, maybe if Rashi took refuge in Karya, at least it still makes sense, although free as well. But besides Karya is also afraid of Mahesa, Karya seems to dislike Rashi.

"Lo know you can't go anywhere." Mahesa stared hard. "Lo Dateng asked permission because he knew you needed it. I don't allow him to exist. Now here, Rashi. Before I'm really angry."

"Gue doesn't want to." Rashi tugged at the raven's coat, the emblem of Rainal's division. "Say him I don't want to. This is my son. Tell him I don't want to."

Amel can't wait. He wants to take over. "Sa, let me."

But Mahesa prevented. He told her to shut up and back off without looking. "Rashi, I give you a chance. You know it's no good making me angry, right?"

"Room." Rashi squeezed her. Realizing Rainal really can't bear it.

Can Mahesa feel that way too? Can she feel like she will die if Rashi continues to cry, so she will grant whatever it is, including this child?

"Say I don't want to. I don't want to. I don't want to."

Rainal is afraid that Mahesa thinks he is trying to defend Rashi, but his love encourages him to act. At least rub the girl's back.

Once again, Alby watched everything, holding back a laugh.

"If Rasya finds out you're pregnant, what do you want to say to her?" Mahesa shot his weakness.

"But I don't want to," whined Rashi parau.

"Nothing. So come here, ask for a solution. I refuse that, Rashi. So here. Don't waste any more time."

"This is my son." Rashi cried bitterly. His head was dizzy, his chest was tight and he could barely stand it if he didn't feel Rainal embrace him back. "This is my son."

Mahesa's patience is over. "Bring him here."

Rainal gulped.

It was an instruction for him who already felt killed seeing Rashi sobbing.

But Mahesa won't want to know how Rainal feels. So Rainal forced himself to take off Rashi's embrace, trying to push his foot forward.

Apparently can't. Rainal won't.

Although she is sad that Rashi is pregnant with Mahesa's child, she is more unable to see him crying and begging. Rainal tries to look at Alby, a little hoping he will stop watching as if this is a comedy so that he alone brings Rashi to Mahesa.

Of course, it's impossible, because Alby is increasingly willing to see Rainal oppose their leader.

Rainal gulped. Not knowing what to do, and increasingly not knowing when Rashi looked up, shook his head full of pleas.

No, whispered her swollen eyes.

No, his face was slipping.

Full of awareness for his actions, Rainal stared at the anesthetic injection in Mahesa's hand. "Gue can't."

After this, Rainal only wished he was still alive.

Alby looks very satisfied Rainal is actually against orders. Mahesa is straight flat-faced, dedicating to Alby to pull Rashi out of the traitor's arms.

That order moved Alby. Grabbing Rashi's arm forcibly to escape Rainal, no matter how hard he rebelled.

"Deliver! Please, please don't. Release me! Sa, no."

Alby pushes Rashi into Mahesa's body. Now Lilan and Amel come forward, forcibly holding Rashi's hands to stop rebelling from Mahesa's injection.

"Gue doesn't want to. I don't want to. I don't want to!" Rashi. But it can only cry when the syringe begins to puncture the skin that has been cleaned by alcohol. "Hiks, Sa. Don'tdon't. Don't you think gini."

"It's okay, Baby, it's okay." Mahesa threw the syringe away after she finished putting the liquid in. Lilan and Amel's hold escaped from Rashi who was immediately wrapped in his embrace. "Everything's gonna be alright, soon. Everything. I promise."

"Sa. Don't." Don't."

When the dope started to react, Mahesa took off her embrace. Giving Rashi to Lilan who does not need any additional instructions. The girl was taken away while continuing to fumble no and no want.

Mahesa doesn't care. Sit back in his chair to solve the problem rather than being postponed and losing again. Of course, it is impossible if other problems settle down.

"work."

As if knowing what to do, Karya stood up. Turn from the left side to the right side of the table. Within seconds, punch after punch landed on Rainal's face, as punishment from his refusal of Mahesa's orders.

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