Revenge Target
Authoritarian

"Bi sure you don't want to be anterin?" ask Devia in the parking lot.

"Yakin," Bia replied. "Your kasian will have to muter-muter anterin me with Jani," continued Bia again who began to walk outside the cafe.

"Yes, be careful on the road, Bi," replied Devia who was beside her car with Rinjani.

Bia simply brandished her thumb from a distance.

The presence of Devia and Rinjani slightly treats the calamity in Bia, but now Bia needs time alone.

Bia wants to spend her free time which is only a matter of days away. Enjoying his freedom alone.

The day is still not late, vehicles and pedestrians are still passing by. Bia decides to walk around enjoying the outside world before inhabiting the golden cage belonging to the man who will be her husband.

"Well! Husband?" muttered Bia along with her footsteps that kept taking her away.

The plan is Bia will ride a motorcycle taxi after half the trip, enough to spend the night on foot. I don't know being home when it's late afternoon is so lazy, Bia doesn't want to be Lisa and Amel's moons.

Bia's step further, Bia walked with both hands crossed on the chest, Bia was not wearing a jacket, only an oversize shirt combined with jeans whose color had faded a little. So the night air just pierced his skin.

CITTTS!

Bia jumped in shock when she heard a vehicle stop suddenly not far from her accompanied by a loud honking sound from the vehicle behind her. Bia think it was an accident or something, with a reflex Bia just stared directly at the source of the sound.

"ENTRY!"

How surprised Bia when she heard the screams of someone from the car that is now Bia staring at.

"ENTER BIANDRA!" her shout again, made Bia wake up from her shock and quickly entered the black luxury sports car.

Bia is not able to refuse let alone the sharp highlight of the person behind the wheel of the car.

"Why are the nights still running?" the question was cold without looking at Bia.

"Me, em-"

"I don't like BIANDRA!" bia's speech was cut off quickly with a sharp look in her eyes.

"Sorry," Bia's great-grandson began to feel fear. I don't know seeing that nyalang look made Bia's guts shrivel a little.

Next there was only silence, Bia did not even dare to look at the man sitting behind the wheel with a face full of anger.

'What's wrong?' inner Bia.

The luxury car pulled over on the streets that were quite quiet and deserted.

Devan opened the seat belt that crossed his chest. Then turned his body to face Bia who was bowing his face.

Devan snorted with a slanted smile back adorning his feather face.

The prey has already started to get into the snare of the game and it's a lot of fun according to Devan.

While Bia started to feel uncomfortable with the situation, the alarms in her body started to react.

"Tomorrow you don't have to work anymore" said Devan suddenly.

Hearing that sentence, of course, Bia's eyes immediately rounded.

What would he do if he didn't work?

Bia doesn't want to be home.

Devan remained with his flat expression, no other expression seeing Bia's shock.

"Why?" bia asked ventured, Devan's gaze was very intimidating to him.

"I don't like you running around" Devan replied. "What would anyone say if they knew a woman who would be the wife of an Addison working in a cafe?"

Bia rounded her eyes hearing Devan's words just now, her pride started to piqued.

"What's wrong with cafe workers?"

"What's wrong is that you're Doni Subagja's son, otherwise that wouldn't be a problem" Devan replied quickly.

"I beg you, let me keep working at the cafe. Before the wedding day comes." Bia doesn't want to give up.

"On one condition."

"What?" ask Bia quickly.

"There will be a driver to pick you up" Devan said.

"But-"

"I don't like rejection, BIANDRA!"

Devan with his trademark, if he is angry then he will speak with formal language against his opponent.

Weakly Bia nodded her head, as long as she could still work and being outside the house was enough for her.

"Good, smart boy!" Devan then positioned himself again in front of the steering wheel, put on his seat belt again and began to drive.

Only silence envelops the journey of two human beings who will soon be united by the bonds of marriage.

'Where are you going?' batin Bia as Devan's car passes through the street of his housing complex.

Bia was not wanting to argue with Devan, Bia was also lazy to ask Devan given the man's attitude just now.

While Devan himself did not care about Bia who was beside him, the woman covered her mouth better than a lot of talk that would make her fed up.

Fifteen minutes later Devan parked his car in the parking lot of a fancy restaurant in the area.

"He's with me" he said and just turned off his phone.

"Down!" devan and Bia's orders just follow him.

Devan again snorted, he thought Bia would maintain her brave attitude. It turned out that Bia had returned to her feigning weakness.

'Basic is two-faced, ' he swore in his heart. 'All women are the same!'

Devan just passed by leaving Bia who just got out of her car, forced Bia following Devan's wide steps.

"Please sir" said a waiter who handed Devan a menu book that had occupied a private room.

The waiter just recorded Devan's order. "What do you want to order?" devan asked when he saw Bia still turning over the menu book.

"I'm still full" Bia replied as she closed the menu.

Devan shrugged one shoulder indifferently. "Add avocado juice only."

"Good, Sir." The waiter then leaves Devan and Bia who return to silence each other.

There was no chatter coming out of the two, other than there was indeed nothing they wanted to talk about.

Without asking for Bia's approval, Devan just lit his cigarette. White smoke just billowed from the lips of the mixed-blooded man.

Bia began to fidget in her seat, along with a puff of white smoke that kept blowing from Devan's lips.

"Em-" nervous Bia. "I go to the toilet first" she said, having moved from her seat.

Devan just nodded his head, the arrogant man was still in his leisure position with the back he was resting on to the back of the chair he was sitting in.

Along with the restaurant waiter who came with Devan's order, Bia also returned from the toilet. His face was slightly red.

"Eat it," Devan offered Bia a serving of steak. "It won't make your stomach full" Devan continued without noticing the change in Bia's facial features.

In a relaxed style but still elegant and classy, Devan ate his dinner, for the first time in the history of his life Devan had dinner together with a woman who was none other than his own future wife.

The woman who will soon be legally married Devan.

'Heh, wife?' his lips in heart.

Seriate…