Revenge Target
Graduations
A beautiful girl was standing among the crowd of people who were waiting in line for photos, standing in toga clothes and also graduation hats that complement her current beautiful look with flawless makeup.
He took photos so quickly, because he was alone.
“Pak we both temenin Bia photo.” One beautiful girl suddenly appeared with a hand that forced her partner's hand again.
“One ... Two ... Tig .. a," The photographer directed. “Free style One ... Two ... Tig .. a Okay!” finish their photo session.
Biandra Amalia Subagja is a beautiful girl who has just carried out her graduation, after approximately four years studying in business management.
There is something strange with him, usually other students graduation will be accompanied by parents and ushered some family members. But not with him, he came by taxi online and also alone.
Bia, the nickname of the beautiful girl who is now not even 22 years old, looked at some of her friends who were taking pictures with their parents in front of a large banner themed library.
Bia was so envious of the good fortune of her friends. There was even a friend whose parents were far away but still took the time to attend his happy moment.
But where were her parents?
Where are his brothers?
Her sister?
The answer is just one they all don't care about Bia.
Bia grimaced feeling her heart throb in pain.
Many times a few questions always filled his mind.
Am I part of the Subagja family?
Why am I different?
Why is my life always so hard?
Why am I always alone?
Until this point Bia did not understand all this, her cruel mother, her sister who always took all hers and also her father who did not care about her.
As if he was just a pseudo-shadow that need not be ignored his existence.
If only Bia did not have an intelligent brain where maybe he would be able to study at a State University like this. Because both of his parents have been out of hand to finance Bia's education since he graduated high school.
For daily expenses alone Bia had to work part-time at a coffee shop.
Miris indeed, her condition was inversely proportional to her sister Amel. Amel was so spoiled, all his wishes were always obeyed. Facilities are complete, ranging from mobile phones, cars, pocket money, tuition and even money to just have fun-foya rations.
But Bia did not want to bother about the problem, all this time he survived at home just because he could not afford to rent a place to live.
The salary he worked at the Coffee Shop was just enough for his daily needs. At least he has a place to shelter and can also eat for free even though sometimes only leftover food.
Miris is, but that's how Bia lived her life.
The event has ended since an hour ago, after finishing in a photo Bia and her two friends Rinjani and Devia went together using Devia's car.
“Bi plan you want to apply for work where? “ asked Rinjani who is now sitting in the back seat.
“Ah have you, do not talk about the work first,” reply Devia who sat next to the steering bench. Yeah, Bia's the one driving Devia's car.
“Elu yummy Vi, want anything just ask ama bokap you,” reply Rinjani again, “Gimana Bi?”
“Liat later. I still feel at home in the coffee shop," replied Bia who focused on the street in front of him.
“My partner yes Bi if you want to find work.” Rinjani.
“Yes later I will tell you, not good if I go straight out. You know that Wulan has helped a lot during this time," said Bia.
“You will know for yourself how my parents, where they care.” Bia smiled wryly.
“Yes they came, you know today graduation. Cum Laude again." Although Devia and Rinjani know how the relationship between Bia and her parents still they are curious.
“How do you care about them." Bia had always smiled when talking about her personal problems, but that only covered the bitterness she felt. "You want me to be as successful as anything and not be seen."
Bia does not want to be loved, Bia does not want to live with the compassion of others.
“My advice is yes, mending you out of the house. Free there too.” Devian.
“Gue agrees with Via.” Rinjani.
I don't know how many hundred times the advice Bia heard from his two friends, but Bia only responded with a smile.
"Lu stay with me first, I'll say the same to my parents." Devia is an only child, and is often left behind by her parents for business trips.
Maybe in a minute. Inner Bia.
***
At the same time in a different place
Some people in all black clothes were waiting in front of the arrival terminal of Soekarno-Hatta International Airport.
Sunglasses adorned the flat faces of all of them.
Fifteen minutes later, a tall man appeared, dragging a small suitcase in his hand.
“Welcome back, Sir,” greet the man who stands at the front among others. Which was just a nod of the head by the man earlier.
Riding on the latest luxury car, the man sat in his haughty style on the back bench.
“How?” tanyanya cold.
“The conversation was finished earlier, about one o'clock in the afternoon sir,” reply men who are now sitting on the front bench next to the driver. Looks like he's his master's confidant.
“How do I request?” ask again with a view that leads out the window.
“As you wish, Mr.”
“Good!” he will soon be in his heart.
There was no other conversation, the car he was riding in was so quiet. Even the roar of the engine was barely audible.
After an hour and a half, the two luxury cars arrived at a luxurious house in classic style.
“How are you Oma?” he said to the old woman who welcomed his arrival, the woman who still looks beautiful at her age of more than 70 years.
“Oma is fine, you must be fine, right?” the woman called oma hugged the tall body in front of her with her loving hand stroking the burly back.
“Rest, you must be tired," he continued after breaking his embrace.
“Ya, Oma rest too,” reply that only replied with a nod of the head.
He left the old woman who was still staring at him. Slowly but surely his wide footsteps passed through the steps after the steps of the stairs that would lead him to the second floor where his room was located.
But now the goal is not his room, but his study at the end of the hall.
He walked towards the wall of his study, staring one by one at the photos attached to it. One arrow shot and hit one of the attached photos.
“I have been looking forward to all this for a long time, and now the time has come. Get ready, everything will start soon.”
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