Revenge Target
Prepare Dear

“Hei bro, long time no see more handsome aja lu,” saya Johan good friend Devan, who came with Anton. 

“Ah you can base the base.” Anton chimed in. 

“Tumben ngajak I met here, not afraid in madirain same bini?” reply Devan after sipping alcoholic beverages in his glass. 

Yes, they met tonight at an elite nightclub in the center of the Capital. 

Johan and Anton are Devan's best friends, the three of whom have been friends since high school. Both are married and have children. 

“Gue is safe, as long as it is not caught drinking.” Anton. 

“My name is also.” Johan called out to the servant who happened to pass in front of them. 

Devan only raised one corner of his lips to hear the conversation of his two best friends. 

“Ngledek ni son. So marriage let me know what it's like to have a security guard,” Johan punched Devan's sturdy shoulder. “Don't over time so new odol tau tau rasa, lu,” continued Johan meledek Devan. 

“Then it may be, he every mallem dapet service,” reply Anton who glanced towards the women dressed scantily. 

I don't know how Johan and Anton can survive long-time friends with Devan who has a nature and attitude that is inversely proportional to both. 

“So what's up? “ ask Devan to the point. 

“Nothing matters anyway, just want to get out. It's just that we made alesan to be able to come out,” explained Johan with his leisure while sipping a soda drink he had just received from the waiter. 

The three of them have now occupied the VVIP room which is always in Devan's booking. 

“Bangke emang you on.” Devan. 

“Yes if alesannya same you, bini bini we will not suspect. By the same agreement young billionaires. Yeah, ga? “ replied Johan patting Anton on the shoulder asking for support. 

“That's bro,” Anton. 

Devan doesn't want to mess with his two best friends who he feels are pointless. 

An hour's lapse passed. 

“Gua unplug first, this I've called.” Anton showed me the incoming chat on his phone. 

“Bareng, we first bro. Have a nice night.” Johan gulped down his drink, then left Devan with a blink in his eye. 

Devan only responded with a sharp glare to the two and the two companions did not care at all. 

“Prepare my order," Devan said on a phone call, without waiting for an answer from the person across the street. Devan immediately closed his call. 

Devan gulps down the rest of his drink, Devan is a lover of alcohol. But he's not an addict, Devan never drank to a severe hangover. 

“Goodnight, sir," said a woman who came in a less material fashion. 

“Clean your mouth.” Devan threw something taken from the pocket of the suit he was still using. 

With a swift arrest of the woman, with one corner of her lips raised above she passed to the toilet in the room. 

“I'm done, Mr.” The woman approached Devan and immediately sat on the edge of the sofa, with her hands beginning to palpate everywhere. 

“Do it right, don't let your teeth hurt me. I pay you dearly if you work!” devan said by gripping the woman's chin with a thick makeup polish. 

“Of course!” the woman who did not want Devan to know his name smiled mischievously at Devan and quickly carried out her duties. 

After 45 minutes, the woman managed to make Devan release. He was proud to be able to make Devan pant in front of him. 

“I can do more than this, Mr.” With mischievous hands the woman whispered beside Devan's ear which was still regulating her breathing. 

It is something to be proud of for a call woman, if she manages to accompany a night like Devan Manuello Addion. Heir Addions Group.

One of the multinational companies engaged in the property business and company management service providers. The company is inherited from his late grandfather, the husband of Oma Gendis. Devan successfully developed into the international scene, thanks to cooperation with his father's family-owned company in America, which is currently managed by his father's younger brother. Enrico Manuello's.

Devan opened his eyes, picking up his cell phone lying on the table. 

“Write your account number.” Without wanting to reply to the words of the woman who managed to make herself fly by. 

Devan shows proof of transaction on his phone, “Come out!”

With the pleasure of the woman leaving Devan, it doesn't matter what he thinks his desire is held back that is important tonight he makes a lot of money he can finish his desire after from here. 

Devan re-wears his pants that sag as far as the thighs. Devan dropped his body back onto the sofa. 

The pleasures of the world, his success in the business world, the treasures of the jungle can not make him forget the purpose of his life. 

Devan clenched both his hands, his anger mounting. Roughly Devan grabbed his coat and keys. Devan left the place in anger. 

Devan drove his luxury car to his residence, it did not take long, because the night road was so slow.

Devan parked his car carelessly, his goal now Devan wants to get to his study soon.

Ignoring the butler who welcomed his arrival, Devan quickly climbed one step at a time, occasionally passing two steps at once.

Brakk!

Devan violently opened the door of his study, slamming it as it closed it. Created an echoing sound in the hallway upstairs of his house.

One arrow shot back to hit a photo attached to the wall. The same photo.

Devan pointed to one photo at a time, "You're going to pay for everything."

Devan stroked one of the many photos attached there, "And you're the one I'm going to spearhead, come prepared dear. The real game is about to start."

Devan's gaze was so horrible with a darkened face.

***

"Bi ice espresso, caffe latte same cappuccino one, yes," said one co-worker Bia.

"okay." Bia replied with a hand that was drawing a leaf pattern in a previous coffee order.

After graduating from college, Bia now works full time. Bia does not want to find a better job, with a diploma that he just got, of course, Bia will easily get a decent job. Especially with her family background.

But unfortunately during this time Bia rarely use his family name. Bia is more comfortable living without bearing the big name of her father's family.

His presence is always not considered to make Bia increasingly reluctant to use his last name family.

During this time Bia was only known as an ordinary girl who attended college with a scholarship from the government and worked part-time in a coffee shop.

Bia rarely attended major family events, even her father's business relationship only knew Amel as Doni Subagja's daughter.

Miris indeed, but Bia considers it better than her life is not calm because of Amel's envious attitude.