Revenge Target
Strange Turbulence

"Master," said Kean as Devan struggled with the pile of documents in his study.

Devan glanced at Kean who came with the map in his hand.

"It's Mr." Kean held out the map he had brought.

"Ck!" Devan clucked while shaking his head. "Since when?"

"It's been a long time, sir, about three months," the loyal Kean replied standing across from Devan's desk.

Again the cynical grin again adorned the handsome face of the young billionaire.

A smile full of meaning full of ridicule and very underestimating.

Sometimes Kean cringed every time he saw the face of his boss who was quite scary, but how else Kean should get used to it.

"Continue monitoring, there should be no gap at all," said Devan who began to focus on his work again.

"Well, sir," Kean's obedient reply which then passed from Devan's study.

"This is incredible far from expected" Devan murmured as Kean had already left his room.

"Ck!" Again, it came out of his mouth.

There is nothing special about the days Devan spent before the extravagant wedding that will be held in a few days.

Devan spent his day as usual. Work, work and work, go home late and then sleep.

All his marriage was done by Kean, the man with the minimal face of expression who was busy getting there, like he was getting married.

"How's it?" kean asked his phone, today he could not come to the five-star hotel that will be the place for the festive party to be held.

"Hm" he replied, with eyes focused on his laptop screen.

The piling up work required Kean to work on it quickly.

"Do it well. There should be no mistakes" he said. "You know the consequences" he continued.

Kean talked for a long time with the person across from his phone.

***

Devan set foot on the sidewalk, climbing a few steps that connect the front yard with the terrace of his house. More precisely his Oma house.

The lights in his house were already dim, leaving some lights that had dim light. It's only natural that time shows the number eleven now and Devan just returned home.

"Devs?" The middle room was immediately bright when someone was standing near the light switch, who else would have done it if not Gendis because no one else dared to him in his house.

"Your wedding will be three days away, Dev and you'll still be home late. Pamali Dev, the bride should have been bitten," said the old woman at length with a sharp look of eyes staring at her eldest granddaughter.

"I have to get my job done, Oma," Devan replied as he approached Gendis, peeping the old woman's cheeks left and right alternately.

"There's Kean, Dev. Leave your work to him."

"He's busy taking care of my wedding preparations, Oma."

"Ck, you have a reason for this." Gendis. "There rest, tomorrow Davin and Jazlyn will arrive here."

Devan nodded his head. "I go upstairs first, Oma," she said.

"Yes." Yeah."

Devan passed by quickly leaving his Oma.

There is nothing special about the wedding, so Devan is not too enthusiastic about preparing everything. 

'Everything was just a business matter, ' his inner self upon arriving at his room.

With a rude gesture Devan rubbed his face, I don't know lately his emotions are very difficult to control.

Along with that his cell phone vibrated in the pocket of the pants he was wearing.

"Ck!" Devan lazily grabbed the flat object, opening it with his fingerprints.

Devan rested his body at the end of his bed. Observing the screen of the phone that once in a while the image that was there he zoomed in.

Suddenly there was a long sigh, with a cell phone floating towards his bed. Devan's body immediately collapsed backwards.

Once again a long sigh came out of his mouth, his gaze staring at the ceiling of his room. Both hands he made a cushion to support his neck.

"Wedding?" muttered. Devan closed his eyes with a thought that began to drift far away.

There was really no intention of him to play with the name of marriage, a sacred bond that should be carried out once in a lifetime.

A sacred bond that unites two different people. Inner bond between man and woman as husband and wife with the aim of building a happy household.

"happy?" muttered Devan again. "Curtain!"

For her happiness was gone along with the red land that slowly buried the four bodies of family members simultaneously.

There was no longer any real happiness after her, everything was just a pseudo lie that she had deliberately created.

Treasure, throne, women without ties. Everything was enough to make him happy. What kind of marriage will she have?

Devan himself did not know the answer, everything felt gray.

The breath turned heavy with the glare of the eyes that turned soft.

Devan felt his eyes heating up and hurriedly moved from his sleep and headed straight for the bathroom.

Whether what was underlying his body reacted so, he had long since felt nothing like this.

Because of all the sins he committed.

"Ah, fuck!" Devan is not the type of person who remembers what is called sin.

Living a life of sin is like the daily meal of Devan Manuello Addison. Sin is like his companion and companion all this time.

His chest suddenly tightened when he recalled the marriage he would soon be living with a woman he did not want at all, let alone love just not like.

"Biandra," Devan murmured again, the face of the woman who was far below him again flashed without permission in his mind. "How dare you disturb my mind? Goddamnit!" maki Devan again.

After his feelings subsided, Devan came out of the bathroom wrapped in a white towel. Devan does not shower or stay under the shower. Devan washed only his face and it was powerful enough to relieve the turmoil that suddenly approached him and also the shadow of Bia.

"Have you slept?" ask her on the phone line that just got accepted by the person across there.

"You crying?" he asked again even Devan just stood up from sitting on the edge of the bed.

Devan's forehead creased along with the sobs of someone who was behind his phone connection.

Devan's hand was clenched to the left side of his body. 'Bad, brave of them,'

Patiently Devan listened to the grievances of the people he contacted, without any harsh swearing coming out of his mouth. It was just the words Devan said in his heart.

"You better sleep, it's night. Tomorrow I will take care of everything" said Devan.

"That's a small problem, you don't have to worry."

"Hmm." Devan disconnects the phone and just immediately types a short message for someone else.

Seriate…