Savingswoman
65. I Am the Karma

“Who are you really?” Raisya looked straight at Jesika.

Jesika who heard the question stiffened. Who himself? Does Raisya know anything about him?

Raisya who saw Jesika's body stiffen her brows. ‘who really is Jesika?’

“I'm an intern.” Jesika mnejawab calmly. His lips curled a thin smile.

Raisya who saw clearly the lies there was dissatisfied. But he could not force Jesika to tell his origins.

“You sure?”

“Yes, what do you think of me?” Jesika looked straight at Raisya.

“Oh, it's okay. I just find it strange, why can you find the evidence quickly, even you can know about the past Farel.” Raisya rubbed her chin slowly.

Jesika turned her eyes away, a nervousness suddenly assaulted her.

“There's something I can't tell you right now, but whatever it is, I swear it doesn't hurt you.” Jesika said softly.

Raisya turned his gaze, looking straight at Jesika who looked glaring far away there.

“Oh, okay. I just want you to know, whatever it is, may you not betray me,” Raisya said solemnly. His eyes stared fixedly at the change in Jesika's face.

Jesika turned her eyes, looking straight at Raisya seriously.

“I swear, I won't betray you.”

Raisya nodded her head and smiled. He was a little relieved, although the fact about Jesika still made him curious.

“Jesika, can I ask for something please?”

Jesika raised an eyebrow next to. “What is it?”

“Please investigate about the Balawel family, everyone. I want the family's clear data, and please give me my letter to Zakiel.” Raisya held out a white paper that had been neatly folded.

“Oh, okay. I'll do everything as soon as.”

“Attempted.”

“Anything for you, don't hesitate if you need something.” Jesika commented a gentle smile.

****

The burly hand fumbled, scavenging for something to grab. Feeling the bed next to him empty and felt wanted eyes that were still closed immediately wide open. Those black eyes circled, sweeping across the room that looked silent.

With carelessness the man rose to the door.

Chequek!

“Farel / Raisya,” say they simultaneously.

Raisya thought Farel was looking very messy, while Farel breathed a sigh of relief to see Raisya standing in front of him. Without wasting time Farel immediately moved closer. His burly hands clenched firmly onto that frail body, making Raisya who was getting an attack suddenly flinched in shock.

“You why?” Raisya asked in the middle of her confusion.

“No, I'm fine. I'm just afraid you're going.” Farel drowned his head in the recesses of Raisya's neck.

Raisya who heard Farel's words sighed, again Fare's anxiety made the man look miserable.

Raisya slowly raised her hand to return the embrace. Farel who felt Raisya's reply stiffened, but he also felt happy. Without being able to prevent his tears from escaping his black netra, even his body trembled strongly.

Raisya was surprised to see Farel's response like that.

“Why are you crying?” Raisya is playing slowly.

Farel shook his head. Honestly, he also did not know the exact reason for crying. Her tears naturally came out, even her body was unable to prevent from trembling.

Raisya who understood Farel's behavior smiled slightly. Her pliers slowly removed the tightly twisting stretch of her slender waist. After he missed he looked at the handsome man who looked down with a reddened face.

“Already, don't cry. I'm here, and I won't leave you.” Raisya stroked Farel's cheek gently.

Farel raised his gaze, looking fixedly at the gently smiling Raisya in front of him.

“Do you promise to marry me?”

Raisya. Why such questions should be asked at the wrong time.

“Farel, we'd better sleep.” Raisya grabbed that burly hand. Heading towards the big bed.

Farel who understood Raisya's attitude smiled wryly. Again the facts slap him. Although Raisya can already be gentle, and seen to accept it, in fact Raisya has not been able to agree to his marriage invitation.

Raisya laid her body right beside Farel. His body spontaneously turned its back on that handsome male figure. He could not bear to see that disappointed look anymore.

Farel stared at the frail back blankly. A sense of emptiness enveloped his heart, His struggle was still long, and the first step he had to take was to immediately complete his divorce.

Farel inched closer towards Raisya. His chest tightly clung to that frail back. Raisya yan felt the heat behind her stiffening however, she still tried to calm down.

Slowly, Farel's hand carried Raisya's body in his deck. His head he put right on top of Raisya's hair, even his breath was clearly visible there, making the brown hair move along with the breath he let out.

“You don't need to promise now. I should have asked after my divorce was over. Ah, if it's like this, I'm like a bereng**k man, proposing to women when they were husband.” Farel gently dipped the top of Raisya's head.

Raisya fell silent, Farel was already a breng\*\*k man before he said about the marriage.

****

Jesika was speechless, her eyes highlighting the desolate-looking Mansion blank. His eyes suddenly dimmed. A shadow about his past without being prevented from dancing in his brain.

A charming little Jesika in the corner with a boy who looks terrible. The bruised cheeks, tied hands, made little Jesika feel frightened. The scene where the little man was being harassed made him scream in fear, even his small body felt a strong tremble.

The abuse scene quickly switched in a more sinister place. Dozens of children who were seen gathered with circumstances that were not good said to meet his vision.

His narrow eyes circled around, staring at the group of children who looked just as pitiful as him. Shouts of pain filled the dirty narrow space. Little Jesika closed her eyes tightly, looking at the violent scenes unfolded in front of her eyes.

Brak!

Jesika jumped in shock. His eyes woken up, he realized he was too washed away in his dark past. Without being prevented his eyes to move and remove clear liquid from there.

“Rafael I miss you. “ Jesika covered her entire face with both hands. His body trembled strongly, the sound of his cries filling the entire Mansion, making the male figure that had been observing him from the abomination squint a puzzled eyebrow.

“Who are you, Jesika.” The figure hissed with a complicated look.

****

Max stared at the small mound filled with flowers. Eyes empty. A desperate look was evident from his face.

“Im sorry Papa.” Max is deep. Tears fell on the mound.

A few guards who purposely escorted her stood up from a distance, waiting for her superior to let out her grief.

“Will Papa do anything for them to regret. Although Papa has to go back to that damn family.” Max rise. His burly hand rubbed his face rough.

The bodyguards who saw Max standing up immediately arranged neat rows with bowed bodies. Max just walked straight, regardless of them all. His face looks very cold.

He once gave up all his inheritance in the possession of his greedy uncle just to be a model. But now he will reclaim his rights. He needs power to destroy them all.

“I am not the old Max, but I am a form of revenge and karma for all of you, especially you Salsha.” Max hissing sharply.

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