
Sheila sat daydreaming in a narrow and stuffy room. Just now he had rented a simple house that was very much different from the luxurious home of Marchel.
Now the girl must get used to living alone, without protection from anyone.
At least I'll be safe in this house. I don't need to be tortured by Audry's mother and sister. Brother Marchel... Why did Brother Marchel do all this to me? Why did she leave me this way, inner Sheila.
The girl rubbed her still flat stomach. Clear fluid back pooled in her eyelids, considering in her womb is now growing prospective children.
Living alone in pregnancy is not easy. Especially at his age, which is still very young. Sheila did not even know what to do when she wanted to eat something that was sometimes not restrained, or when nausea in the morning. The girl can only cry when her potent side as a pregnant woman dominates.
"I hate Brother Marchel." Sheila muttered with a drop of her tears.
His heartache has mounted. Marchel's shadow as it took away her chastity danced in her mind. Even then Marchel mentioned Shanum's name all night.
It was in that room that Sheila continued to cry over her unfortunate fate.
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Darmawan Group office building.
A man walked in a very hasty manner, with a slightly panicked face. Joe hastened his way to Mr. Arman's room.
Upon arrival in the room, it appears that Mr. Arman is reading some files in his hand.
"Sir..." Joe's voice sounded bitter.
"What's wrong?"
"I want to report something important."
Mr. Arman put the map on the table, then focused on his assistant. "What's wrong?"
"Sheila Bianca Az-Zahra is expelled from Pelita High School."
Joe lowered his head, as if hesitating to tell his master about the state of the girl. "She was dishonorably discharged on the grounds of being pregnant out of wedlock."
Like lightning striking. Mr. Arman was increasingly surprised to hear the words of his assistant. The middle-aged man loosened the tie wrapped around his neck, his chest suddenly felt tight.
"You're sure he got kicked out for that?" tanyanya wants to make sure.
"Yes, Sir. I've been investigating it. The school checked the girl. The headmaster confirmed if the child was expelled because of that. The news was in a frenzy at school, so they chose to take it out. And one more thing, now he's not at Doctor Marchel's house. I've been looking for him in the old house, but he's not there. I can't find him yet. His phone number is also inactive. But I've asked people to track her whereabouts. "
Mr. Arman closed his eyes, looking very frustrated. "How did all this happen?" Mr. Arman's face growled. This time his anger seemed unstoppable. His mind was focused on one man, Doctor Marchel.
"Quickly search for its existence. Find him in good condition. But remember! Be careful and secret. Don't get too flashy. You see, Qiandra's life is really under threat if they find her, they'll try to kill her like they did Shan and Rey."
The assistant simply replied with a nod of his head. "Good, Sir!"
Mr. Arman leaned his back on the chair, thinking of a little girl who had been continuously watched from far away secretly. He could have searched for the girl by deploying all his subordinates, including hiring a detective, but given the threat, the middle-aged man did not want to take the risk. Suffice it to Shanum and Rayhan who became victims, even Mr. Herdian was able to find Shanum and Rayhan even though they hid his identity. Truly Mr. Arman did not want his struggle all this time to protect the girl to be in vain. The man then grabbed the phone, then contacted someone. After a while of waiting, finally the call was connected as well.
"I want Dr. Marchel back soon. Tell him I asked him back as soon as possible!" Mr. Arman's orders to someone he's in contact with.
"But the area is being isolated, sir. And there are remote areas that don't even have cellular networks. After all, no one can get out of there before the outbreak subsides" replied a woman across the street.
"I don't want to know. All I want is for Doctor Marchel to come back or I'll fire you! If you need to go there yourself to pick him up." Mr. Arman put the phone back down roughly, then let out a long sigh afterwards. Even Joe stiffened to see his master so angry.
"Do you need anything, sir?" joe asked doubtfully.
"No! I don't need anything. Hurry Joe! Please find the whereabouts of the child. He's out there alone. Something could have happened to him. You have to find him anyway!"
"Good, Sir! I'm sorry."
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