Remember Me, Baby.
Police Station

With hesitation Cecille stepped forward to approach Hansel. Both of his hands were clenched on the sides of his body, not knowing what to do.

“You are hurt ...,” whispered the girl slowly, her eyes filled with guilt and fear, if there was no Hansel earlier, what would happen to her?

“Small injuries only, it's okay.” Hansel answered casually, then lowered his head and opened the man's face cover under his feet.

“Bryan?!” squeak Cecille. His face suddenly pias, it was unexpected that the bastard who wanted to kidnap him was the one who was very close to him.

“You know him?” asked Hansel with a frowning forehead.

“D-dia ... family doctor .. also my best friend ...,” replied Cecille stamped, “He should have accompanied me to the reception earlier, but ..”

Cecille's body was limp, leaving him a few steps back. Suddenly he felt nauseous. Did Bryan avoid coming to the reception because he was planning all this madness? He thought that man was very kind and gentle, it was impossible to do this kind of lowly thing.

“Friend?” Hansel sneering. He lifted his leg and threw another kick into Bryan's stomach, causing the man to complain of pain.

Cecille's ears were ringing, beating the sound of the siren that had now stopped right beside him. The police moving around him looked like a hazy shadow that made him dizzy. His brain was still trying to digest what Bryan had planned for him. Is that guy trying to force her? He didn't know that the man liked him.

One of the officers approached and asked, “You called us?”

“Ya,” replied Cecille in a trembling voice.

“Good, Miss, please come with us to the office to make a statement.”

The words of one of the plositions made Cecille more convinced that he was not dreaming. Suddenly Cecille's body was goosebumps. He was shaking violently, as if he were in a giant cooling machine. However, before long, a touch was felt on his shoulders, followed by a warmth that encompassed his entire body.

The girl was stunned when she noticed a suit draped over her shoulder, giving off a masculine man-like scent. He looked up and found a pair of foreign but sincere eyes staring at him, as if to give strength and comfort.

“Do not be afraid, I accompany,” Hansel said while packing Cecille into the patrol car, “Contact your parents, maybe this will take a little while.”

Cecille nodded softly and picked up his phone. Once again the girl bristled, unable to imagine what her father would do to Bryan ....

The sirens roared again as police cars sped up on the highway. Cecille was still pensive with a blank look. He looked like he had just received a crushing blow, making his forehead frown as if he was enduring the pain. He did not realize how long the vehicle had been traveling when suddenly the baritone voice beside him restored his consciousness.

“Come, down. We have arrived.”

“Oh.” Cecille blinked in a daze, then followed Hansel down.

A police officer leads the two of them to a special room to give a description, while Bryan is taken to an interrogation room that is only separated by a barrier from the glass. From start to finish, Bryan did not dare to stare at Cecille at all, or say a word.

“What happened? Please tell me the chronology,” said an officer sitting behind a desk.

Cecille sighed and began to recount the series of events in a run, none of which he missed in the slightest. Police later confirmed the statement to Hansel.

Right after the police kept their accounts, the door opened wide, followed by the Marquess and her wife galloping in like a bull ready to go on a rampage.

“What happened to my daughter?” yelled Antonio with a face that was red.

“Papa, Mom!” Cecille woke up almost crying to see his parents coming.

The police immediately pacified Antonio who seemed to have almost exploded in anger. While Maria went straight to Cecille and hugged her daughter tightly, tears broke on her cheeks. Judging from the appearance of the two people, it seemed that they were just about to go to sleep. In their haste to come to the police station, they did not have time to change their pajamas in formal attire, only coating them with thick coats. They even wear regular house slippers.

“What happened to you? Is anyone sick? Who did it?” furry Maria with a choked voice. The mere appearance of the princess looks pitiful. The daughter who is always spoiled and dear to him .. how would he be willing to see her daughter hurt?

“I'm fine, this man helped me,” replied Cecilla while pointing at Hansel. He turned to the right and pointed to Bryan who was still being questioned there.

“He did it,” he continued again with a vibrating voice.

Antonio and Maria who had since entered focused only on their daughter immediately turned their heads. In an instant their expressions changed drastically, a blend of mistrust, shock, and anger that blended into one.

The old man charged into the next room, pushing and punching whoever was blocking him. The door was kicked open, then attacked Bryan and hit his face that had been swollen and bruised because of beaten Hansel earlier.

Bryan could only raise his hand to fend off the incoming attacks. When the influence of alcohol began to decrease, his brain that was originally foggy is now slowly starting to return to light. His pupils trembled as he looked at the wrathful face of the Marquess.

“Master,” said in a very hoarse voice.

“Shut your mouth shit!” snapped Antonio as he lifted a slap so hard that made Bryan's face tilted to the side.

“I make sure you will rot in jail!” he continued, pointing at Bryan's forehead with his index finger.

“Master, we will overcome this, you do not commit violence,” reprimanded one of the police officers while holding the Marquess who was ready to hit again.

Two policemen were forced to drag the old man out of the interrogation room. They managed to persuade him to return to the room where his daughter was.

Hansel who saw Cecille was not as scared as earlier because the presence of his parents immediately woke up from his seat.

“Because someone has accompanied you, I go first,” his farewell to Cecille.

He then faced Maria and Antonio while bowing politely and greeting, “Master, Madam, I'm sorry.”

“Wait, Young Man. What's your name?” maria asked, who had been too busy questioning her daughter to forget the presence of the savior.

“Hansel Roux, Mistress.”

Mary's eyes are round. He suddenly remembered that he had seen the face of the man before him. If not mistaken in .. ah, Andrew Roux's wedding. This man is the groomsman. Maria's blue bead suddenly shone. She turned to her husband who also seemed to have recognized their daughter's savior.

“Are you brothers with Andrew?” antonio asked a little enthusiastically.

Hansel grinned stiffly before replying, “You could say so.”

“Oh ...,” muttered Antonio and Maria together.

The sparkles on their faces grew brighter, but the light receded quickly when they realized the young man's face and body were covered in wounds. Antonio immediately turned his head out, gesturing to his assistant who was waiting outside to enter the room.

“Take Mr. Hansel to the hospital to treat his injuries,” his orders firmly.

“No need—“

“Don't refuse, let's just say this is a thank you from us for saving Cecille,” Antonio interrupted before Hansel finished his speech.

Hansel could only smile resignedly and replied, “Alright .. thank you, Mr.”

“No need to hesitate. We thank you.”

Hansel nodded and prepared to come out, but Cecille's voice came from his side, sounding a little doubtful and timid.

“I'll accompany you.”

“Go away, we will finish the rest here,” Antonio continued quickly when he heard the initiative from his daughter.

Hansel turned his head, raised his eyebrows and gave a seductive look to Cecille, then replied, “Oke.”

The two men then walked following the assistant of the Marquess. From behind, Maria looked at the back of her daughter and Hansel who was away with a very satisfied expression. She turned to her husband and found him watching the two men with a glowing look.

“According to you, will our daughter soon have a lover?” ask with interest.

“It seems so,” replied Antonio no less excited. He rubbed his hands then turned back to face the interrogation room and said, ”Now let's finish that little bastard.”