Revenge Target
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Morning at the Addison residence

Devan came out of his room with a neat appearance, a white shirt with a black vest that fits the body combined with black pants. His left hand carries a briefcase containing several documents and a laptop. While his right hand is stored in front of the chest, carrying a black suit designed by world-famous designers.

The man who has a stocky stature contains about 187 cm tall, has mixed American blood from his father, Australian from his maternal grandfather, and also flowed Javanese blood from Gendis, his Oma.

"I brought you, sir." asked one of the workers who was about to clean Devan's room.

As usual workers in white shirt suits and black pants put Devan's luggage on the sofa in the living room, where Keanu always waited for Devan.

The masculine scent of one of the expensive perfumes of his collection came out as if filling the room he had passed through. 

"Morning, Oma." Devan kissed the old woman who had always been with him.

"Dev you want to go to the office?" asked Oma Gendis who was now staring at her grandson.

"Yes Oma, it's been a long time since I left work at the office." Devan gulped down the milk the waiter had just poured.

"Let's just take a day's rest Dev, aren't you tired? It was only yesterday afternoon that you arrived home." 

Devan just smiled in response to his Oma saying, tired of course. Devan is not a robot.

A week ago, Devan was in the United States, attending the funeral of one of his relatives.

"How's your sister doing?" Oma asked back.

"Well, next month it looks like the boy is coming home. Ask for Oma's blessing." Devan devours the rest of the bread in his hand.

"You mean Davin will marry Jazlyn soon?" asked Oma curiously, Oma looks happy to hear this news.

And Devan just raised both eyebrows, Oma's happiness is Devan's happiness as well.

"When are you Dev? Your sister's first time getting married?" god Oma and that's like a sacred sentence Devan never wanted to hear.

Be married? I don't know Devan isn't, maybe hasn't thought in that direction either. Never mind having a wife, lover even a prospective lover Devan does not have.

Devan had not wanted to shackle himself in a marriage bond that he considered unimportant. Why get married if there are many women out there who queue to warm their beds.

Just appoint one of them then the business will be finished.

"I'm leaving, Oma." Devan glanced at the fancy watch that was coiled around his left wrist. With a quick movement Devan again kissed his Oma, this time on the cheek.

"Dev, Devan!" oma shouted, but Devan had already disappeared from the dining room, "That boy, how long will he be? 34 Years of Dev." Oma shook her head.

Devan passed by leaving his Oma to head to the living room where Keanu was waiting for him with his favorite cup of black coffee.

"Sir." Kean got up from his seat. Devan just nodded at a glance and took his suit.

Devan walks ahead of Kean, with Kean following behind Devan.

As Devan was a few steps away from his luxury car, Kean got ahead of Devan swiftly and Kean opened the back door for Devan.

Devan sat on the back bench haughtily, sunglasses had already adorned the nose of the bloody mixed man.

Kean started driving the car they were driving to a company that had been managed by Devan for 14 years, which took a trip from home to the company about 45 minutes.

"How's it?" devan asked with a look out the window.

"As planned, sir."

"That girl?"

"Safe."

"Give them one more week." Devan tightened his jaws, the sound of teeth clashing together felt so terrible amid the silence created. But not for Kean, he was used to it.

"Good, Sir."

***

Subagja family residence

"Well don't forget next week my graduation, my father should be present. I don't want to know anything." Amel the youngest daughter of the Subagja family raised her voice in the silence due to the presence of Bia in their midst.

'Intentionally it seems, yesterday I graduated not in attendance' Bia batin as hard as she can not want her emotions provoked.

"Definitely mamah dong mama must have come, you calm down," Lisa replied by stroking the hand of her youngest daughter, "Yes, yeah?" lisa asked her husband, Doni Subagja.

Lisa does not care about Bia's presence among them.

"Yes" replied Doni briefly, "Dad left for work first."

"Mate anterine ahead, well." Lisa's routine activities every morning and only in reply to a nod of the head by Doni.

When Bia and Amel are at the dinner table, Amel puts on a nasty smile to make fun of Bia.

"Tumben you have breakfast? Usually, it is also early in the morning. Want to look for a face with your same mommy?" the cynical question came out of the girl who had a four-year age gap with Bia.

"No mouth, right? Or are you deaf?" annoyed Amel with the hand that had hit the table.

Bia stay tight. 

Bia tried to finish his fried rice that lived in part.

"Can you not make me sprain? If the nanya, yes, dong answered!" Amel is further upset by Bia.

Instead of not wanting to answer just Bia does not want to add problems at home, it is enough so far his presence is not considered. At least as long as Bia has not been able to live alone, he will survive with all the behavior of his family.

Bia got up from her seat without spending the rest of her breakfast, leaving Amel already emotionally ignited. Bia's appetite disappeared.

"Heh, you don't have any ethics. Play go-away." Amel chased after Bia who was already in the middle of the stairs, Amel roughly pulled Bia's long hair down.

"Awww, it hurts Mel!"

"Eat it so people do not belagu, invited to talk about it, yes, answer." Amel turned to grip Bia's arm. 

Bia grimaced for a moment.

Lisa came back from delivering Doni from the front, "Mel get ready, we're looking for clothes for your show next week." without wanting to break up the dispute between her two daughters, he said, Lisa breezed towards her room downstairs.

Amel released a grip on Bia's arm, with a face full of ridicule, Amel left Bia who was stroking his arm.

Bia follows Amel's steps. Bia walked towards her room.

White room with a large size. Probably because there's no stuff in it. There is only a bed, a dressing table, a cupboard and a shoe rack containing several pairs of shoes that are slightly worn.

Not that Bia does not want to add items in her room, it's just that Bia does not have enough money and also does not want her possessions continue to be seized by Amel. As is the case, even clothing.

Bia sat in front of a dressing table that was only displayed with sow powder, lip balm, body lotion and perfume. Bia stared at a photo she had just taken from her dresser drawer.

Sweeping lovingly at the smiling face of the person in the photo, Bia returned the smile. It was as if the photo was smiling at him.

The ringing of her phone broke Bia's daydream, immediately Bia shifted the green icon on her phone screen.

"Yes, ma'am?" it turns out that the one who contacted Bia was Wulan, the owner of the Coffee Shop where he worked.

"Yes, mom. I'm otw now." Bia rushed to pick up her jacket and also her small backpack.

With a rush step Bia set out towards the ojek base which is not far from his home.

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