Revenge Target
Leaving Home

"What's going on?" devan asked with emphasis.

Devan stared at Bia's sticky look tangled, somehow it felt like Devan was really wrathful his blood seemed to immediately boil.

The young woman's face looked pale and her eyes were puffy. "You cried all night?" devan asked again and was immediately surprised by Bia who immediately rushed into his arms.

"Take me out of here, I beg you!" he said accompanied by sobs and a back that shook "I can't stand it!"

For a moment Devan was silent with a hand stroking Bia's back that was increasingly trembling in his embrace.

His eyes looked around the room, observing the room of the woman who would soon be his wife.

"Done your stuff, we're going to the hotel right now. You can wait there" said Devan, breaking his embrace.

"I've done it" replied Bia who wiped away the tears that flooded her face. "I'm sorry."

"I wait below" said Devan and passed leaving Bia still in her room.

Last night, it wasn't just Amel who ruined her wedding dress. But Lisa also cornered herself and Doni who did not care at all about the behavior of Lisa and Amel who harassed Bia again.

Bia who can't stand it finally decides to immediately get out of her father's house, coinciding with it last night Devan contacts her.

This afternoon the man who will be her husband came and even banged on the door of Bia's room which from last night he accidentally locked from the inside.

Circumstances seemed to be on his side at this time, without being asked Devan even told Bia to pack her things that had been put in a small suitcase from last night.

There was not much that he brought, because indeed there were no items that he had to carry it was certain there Devan would provide all his needs.

"Goodbye" muttered Bia as she stared around the room that had been a silent witness of her suffering and sadness during her stay here.

Bia walked towards her dresser, opening drawer after drawer fearing that there was an important item left there, such as a diploma or other important document.

Everything was empty, because Bia had put it in her small suitcase.

***

"What's going on? Why is Bia moody?" devan asked one of Doni's home workers.

Seen in Devan's eyes that the middle-aged woman looked frightened when Devan asked her that.

"Forget it" Devan said again as Bia was seen walking down the stairs carrying a small suitcase and a small backpack.

"Have you?" devan asked when Bia was at the end of the stairs.

Bia nodded weakly, in fact leaving this house was not as easy as her shadow.

"Bi I'm leaving" Bia told the house worker who had been interrogated by Devan.

"Yes, Non, be careful. Forgive Aunt," she replied in a trembling voice, Devan threw his face away when he heard the woman answer Bia's words.

Coinciding with that came Amel and Lisa with groceries on both of their hands.

"Son Devan," said Lisa a little nervously.

"I've put in a torn dress bill because she tried to put the Madam's daughter into your husband's company."

Lisa rubbed her eyes.

Amel gaping.

"A-I-" Amel stutters. "I-I didn't accidentally sister-in-law,"

"Intentionally or not I don't care" Devan replied cynically. "Do you know how much that dress cost?"

Amel's face turned pale.

"He'll come with me" Devan said. "Come on."

Bia resigned as Devan pulled his wrist.

Walking past Lisa and Amel who Bia knew were both holding back angrily at him.

"Well, how is this, if yes the bill gets to dad's company?" amel asked when Bia and Devan had disappeared behind the door.

"You anyway, why should also be torn in everything. Try it try it."

"I-i"

"Here you go, don't make Mamah dizzy, mending think of an excuse to later tell Dad. Let me not mistake you."

"Well," said Amel again when Lisa left herself alone. "Based on the son of an unlucky bearer," he hissed as he strode towards the stairs.

***

"Have you eaten?" devan asked on the way.

Bia shook her head, Bia has no appetite from last night.

"We had lunch first, we went to the boutique," Devan said again then gave orders to the driver who drove his luxury car, a black van also followed Devan from a distance.

"I'm sorry, if the dress was sent directly to the hotel, this incident would not have happened" said Bia again feeling guilty towards Devan.

"No need to think about it, it's not a big deal for me" replied Devan who was focused on the new phone he took from his pants pocket.

After hearing Devan's words just now, Bia decided to lean her back against the back of the car seat. His body felt very tired, tired not because of work, but tired because of circumstances.

For now, either deciding to leave the house is the right decision or vice versa.

No one knows in the future, who knows Bia even trapped into a crocodile nest.

Thinking about all that, it felt like it made Bia feel even more dizzy. His body was also slightly shivering.

While Devan was talking to his phone, I don't know what was being talked about that surely Bia did not want to interfere.

Either now or later he will definitely leave the house too.

"Come on."

Arriving at a restaurant Devan waits for Bia first, unlike when fitting clothes Devan who did not care at all with Bia and chose to leave Bia.

The tall and dashing figure walked with a woman who just became the center of attention of the people around, let alone the restaurant Devan attended was not a random restaurant.

Luxury restaurants are often used by some business people to conduct meetings and banquets for their clients. Including Devan himself.

"Please, sir," said an employee who welcomed Devan's arrival and immediately directed Devan and Bia to the private room.

"Order as much as you can" Devan said as he sat perfectly in the fancy restaurant's chair. "I don't want to have a thin wife dry from lack of food."

It turns out that Devan's sweet attitude only lasts a moment and immediately returns to its original mode, cynical and sarcastic.

Bia snatched, hearing Devan's words just now.

"Don't frown, I just want the best after you get out of your parents' house" Devan Lag said. "I also do not want to be branded irresponsible, how can I participate in your departure."

Devan's words get more annoying in Bia's ears, but this time Bia doesn't care. His saliva suddenly filled his mouth when he saw the photos of various foods in the menu book that he was now holding.

"Don't forget it's not free!"

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