
"I've heard what you said before with Salman. In this world there are at least five people who are similar to our faces but different from what you and Salman are. I don't think this is a coincidence or a hallucination of yours. Coupled with the message you received yesterday, according to Mas there is something behind this all" said Refan.
Kinan sat back on the bed.
"Maas, I don't know why I think the same. It's just that I don't dare to speculate or conclude anything but since Mas is talking about this I dare to say. I thought for a few days too. Was Bima really killed? As I Mas Bima has no enemies Mas because he is always good to anyone. What was their purpose in killing Mas Bima? Who's the guy Salman and I saw?" ask Kinan.
"Yank next time you see someone like Bima tell me, although I've seen his face in your family photos when he first came to your house and Bima but I've forgotten how he looks" Refan said.
"Yes Mas, if I see the man again I will tell Mas" Kinan replied.
Refan gently caressed Kinan's stomach.
"How are our children? Aren't you tired of a lot of roads?" ask Refan.
"Alhamdulillah no Mas" replied Kinan.
"Yes we have rest yuk. You don't mind much. Pity our children in here" said Refan.
"Yes, I'm also sleepy" replied Kinan.
Eventually Kinan again lay down beside Refan. Refan pulled Kinan into his arms. It feels warm and comfortable.
Before long their eyes dimmed and slowly closed. Now Refan and Kinan sudsh are fast asleep.
*******
The next day as usual Kinan to the office was escorted by Refan. After that, Refan continued his journey to his office.
Arriving at Refan's office there was already someone waiting for Refan in the workspace of Refan. He is Refan's man to search for indot about the sender of the message to Kinan mobile number yesterday.
"Good morning Mr. Refan" said the man as soon as Refan entered his study.
"Good morning, what information did you find?" ask Refan.
Refan sat on his couch in his study right in front of the man. The man took out some papers of his investigation evidence. The man then handed over the file he had brought.
"This sir, please read" said the man.
Refan received the paper that the man gave him then he read one by one the information contained in it.
"So the number is allegedly listed with the wrong name and address?" ask Refan.
"Yes sir, because we checked the NIK number to register the number when activated in the contents carelessly. The NIKnya is not registered sir so it's difficult to trace it. The address listed on it we have tracked but there is no person of the same name in that place. We have also been tracking the location of the usage of the number from this city but the number is not often active. While the number is only used when you want to send a message to your wife, sir" replied the man.
Refan breathed his annoyed breath.
Everything is in vain and the result is zero. He did not get any information about the sender of the message.
Yes Tuhaaan. what should I do. It threatens the safety of my wife and children. It also threatens the safety of my home. What does the message mean and why people who look like Bima are now increasingly appearing in front of Kinan or Salman. I'm so afraid he's planning something for Kinan and Salman. Inner Refan.
"Continue monitoring the number, once you find the location point he re-activates the number immediately track the place and find him. There's one more thing I'm going to tell you. But I don't have his picture yet. Later if I have it I will send it to you immediately. Find and track where we can find the person "command Refan.
"Okay sir, I will wait for his picture after that as soon as possible I will look for the whereabouts of the person" replied the man sprightly.
"Well, this is for you and wait for my next order" Refan gave the man a brown envelope.
"Thank you Sir. Then I say goodbye first" said the man.
"Alright, please" replied Refan.
The man stood up then immediately left Refan's study. Refan immediately grabbed his phone and sent a message to his wife.
Refane
Nan.. can you send us a picture of Bima as soon as possible?
Kinant
Wait a minute, Mas
Shortly thereafter re-entered the message to Refan's mobile phone. Refan opened it and looked at it. It turned out that Kinan sent a message just now and it contained a photo of Bima's face.
Refan looked at the photo carefully and thoroughly.
A man no less handsome and dashing. I feel like our bodies and faces are balanced. I can't say that my face is more handsome than his. If you were still around, how could I compete with you. Your face is also handsome your body is dashing and you have mature nature and can protect Kinan. In addition, maybe at this time Kinan also still loves you. The only thing that makes me win from you is the child that I currently leave in Kinan's womb. There's no way Kinan would leave me and come back to you.
Huuuuuf... Refan took a long breath.
Fortunately you are dead. I'm sure the man Kinan and Salman saw wasn't you. But if the man really appeared in front of Kinan and Salman would they leave me? Would they be tempted by his face that was similar to Bima? Refan rubbed his face with both hands.
No. No. Why do I feel this desperate. Do I have to immediately express my feelings to Kinan so that I can lock his heart just for me?
Refans are having a very heavy inner war. Right now he knew Kinan was giving up his entire life and body just for a Refan but was his heart like that as well? Did Kinan love her? Loving Refan who is now the husband and father of the children that Kinan is born with?
Refan felt an extremely heavy inner war. He closed his eyes and imagined Kinan's face. Without Refan noticing his tears were flowing from the corner of his eye.
Naaaan. I can't lose you. I can't afford Nan. You have now become the sole owner of my heart, Nan. Maybe if you leave me, I'll be ruined. Because I don't have the strength to survive anymore.
Oh Tuhaaan.help me this time. Please don't leave me alone anymore because I won't be able to this time God. I really love my wife Kinan.. The wife I love with all my heart. Listen to this scream of my heart. I'm asking YOU.
Refan Prayer.
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