The Devil's Touch
#145
A middle-aged man stood on top of his mansion rooftop while holding an alcohol bottle in his hand, a night wind blowing through his face.
He gulped the bottle and threw it carelessly until it broke, he took a cigarette in his pants pocket and lit it with a lighter. Cigarette smoke disappears quickly in the night breeze.
Behind him a twenty-five year old man just stood staring at his Master.
"Master .. This is no small matter. We have to face the Yakuza and Antraxs ..."
The old man came back to smoke his cigarette and said. "I know ..."
"We better not invite trouble with them Mr ..."
"I just want to help Felix, my wife's friend .. Is that wrong?" her question as she turned to look at her subordinates.
Aberto Robert is the leader of the Recobra in Country XX with the cobra's snake emblem on his wrist. Aberto also made a cobra tattoo on his upper arm, a larger tattoo but covered by a black suit he wore.
His right hand is named Smit. A single man who has only worked for two years with Aberto. Aberto's right hand was previously sentenced to death for nearly abusing his wife.
"Sir, we don't have any problems with the Yakuza. You've even met with Yakuza leaders before ..."
"Yes, but we are not friends" Aberto said.
Smit let out a long sigh and could only resign with Aberto's decision. He wanted to fight with Felix for daring to ask Aberto for help, even though Felix himself lived in a country controlled by the Yakuza and Antraxs. Felix is just a businessman who dreams of being richer than Maxime, so he decides to go to the Recobra residence to ask for help getting rid of Maxime.
"Papah .." call a ten-year-old boy.
Aberto. "Magma ..."
Aberto approached his only son, Magma Mahavir Robert, the only son of Aberto and Rhea.
"Where's mom?" ask her.
"Your mom's not her downstairs?" Aberto asked back.
Magma shakes. "Nothing."
Smit secretly eavesdropped on their conversation from afar, about Magma always asking her whereabouts. Smit walked over to Aberto and Magma and asked permission to leave the rooftop.
"Sir, I'm permission to go there's business I have to take care of ..."
Aberto nodded and Magma just stared at Smit. Smit bowed and walked away from the father and son in the rooftop.
"Go to your room, Papah will call your mother first ..."
Magma nodded and Aberto walked away to call his wife, Rhea.
"Where are you?" aberto asked after her call was picked up by Rhea.
"I was at my friend's house, her husband had an accident. I'm sorry I didn't get to tell you and Magma ..."
Aberto let out a rough sigh by rubbing her face. "Why do you like to go without permission! Magma's looking for you!! hurry home ..."
"Jeez Aberto .. I haven't even been out two hours from the mansion, don't force me to keep going home! tell Magma not to be spoiled!!"
"RHEA HOW DARE YOU SAY MAGMA IS A SPOILED CHILD!! HE'S YOUR SON ..."
Magma had not yet left the rooftop, she bent her face hearing Aberto's clear scream on the phone and walked away from the rooftop. All he could conclude was, his mother who said she was spoiled and that was enough to make him hurt.
*
In the morning Milan takes a shower as usual to go to her school while Maxime walks towards Tessa's room.
He gulped down the door of Tessa's room, not taking long Tessa opened the door with a happy face to see Maxime's arrival.
"Sir .." he said with a smile.
"Can we talk?" ask Maxime.
"What about?"
"Speak inside." Maxime just walked into Tessa's room.
Tessa frowned and closed the door to her room and approached Maxime on the sofa.
"What's wrong?" ask Tessa.
Maxime sighed. "Sorry you have to ask me about this, don't you like Milan?" ask Maxime.
"Jawab it's Tessa."
Maxime has seen cctv in malls and restaurants about Tessa talking to Milan.
"Wait for my sister, what does that mean? I don't hate Milan ..."
"Look, the age of Milan is still very young. Even he is still a teenager, at the age of only seventeen years can be said he is still looking for the true identity of him. His mind was still unstable, irritable and easy to think of things he should not have thought of. Why are you discussing the talent issue with her? it's weighing on her mind ..."
"Loh, sis. I just want Milan to know myself so as not to embarrass brother ..."
"Yes, I know. Brother doesn't entirely blame you .. but you discussed the matter of Milan's talent and compared it to the lovers of Big Brother's friends ... It can't be like that Tessa!"
"But Milan does not have any talent and can not do anything!" pissed Tessa.
"Have. He's got!!" Upset Maxime.
"What?!!"
"He can play the piano and he likes it!"
Tessa widened her eyes, and she really couldn't believe what Maxime was saying.
Tessa laughs. "Don't joke, brother!"
"Sister wasn't kidding, as a child she loved playing the piano but unfortunately her parents forbade her from playing the piano again because of the demands of academic grades!! Milan was a child until not realizing his love of playing the piano was a talent that he had ..."
"Just like you .. You love drawing from childhood and look at how you can be a painter. Look Miwa, from childhood love of fashion, drawing clothes and making it a designer like now. You two can be what you are today because you are consistent with what you like, always directed by Dad and Mom. Brother and Arsen could also be what they are now due to the direction from Dad and Mom. But Milan? no one directed him ..."
The bedroom door opens, Miwa enters with Arsen making Maxime and Tessa turn her head.
"Who told you to come here?" ask Maxime. Tessa sat folding both her hands while bending her face in annoyance. Annoyed by Maxime's words.
"Hehehe ... Sorry we eavesdropped," Miwa said, walking in front of Maxime and Tessa with Arsen beside her.
"Consider the talent issue?" tanya Arsen stared alternately at Maxime and Tessa.
Maxime replied with deheman. Arsen breathed. "Little things like this are not important to discuss!"
"Yes" continued Miwa. "Not everyone knows their talents quickly. That is why the role of parents is very important for children who are growing up. Aye right?" Maxime and Arsen nodded in agreement.
"Parents usually help their children find what talents their children have. Just like the four of us, Tessa and I know what we like and we can do it. But Kak Maxi and Kak Arsen only seem to have talent when they go to high school. And look, they're so much better than me and you're Tessa .. They love businesses like Dad, be entrepreneurs now."
"I actually heard you and Milan talking at the store yesterday. I think it's only natural that Milan doesn't know what his talent is because his parents are too focused on academic grades, Milan's parents are as annoying as Dajjal!!"
Arsen clucked while he glanced at the word Dajjal spoken by Miwa.
"Is it true, brother?" ask Miwa to Maxime. "Milan's parents are like Dajjal, they're a bitch. Wanted his son success but Milan's brain was made almost crazy with academic grades. Though not all who became the first rank in the school had a bright future like me ..."
Arsen is back. "You feel like your life is so bright right now!"
"Hehe. I'm De Willson's son, my life is bright even if it's not first."
"Just keep defending him" muttered Tessa who was still heard by the others.
Maxime breathed. "Not defending Milan continue Tessa ..."
"Yes, we're not defending him. Let's just say we're discussing the definition of human talent. The talent of Milan is buried because the parents of the Dajjal who do not want to open their eyes if one's success is not based on academic values ... And Milan's parents are also bod*h for not helping Milan develop his talent. Try it if from a child in let play the piano while at school and participate in a piano playing competition or record himself playing the piano and upload it on social media to be known to the crowd, I'm sure he could be a famous pianist after graduating from school like Franz liszt ..."
Maxime shook his head hearing Miwa's chatty mouth not stop. Arsen clapped his hands proudly and stroked Miwa's head.
"You if the problem of fighting is number one .." said Arsen.
Miwa smiles. "Yes dong ..."
The annoyed Tessa turned her face the other way.
"Franz liszt who is it?" ask Maxime.
"Just try brother asked Milan, if he knew it means he really wants to be like Franz liszt," said Miwa.
"Si bod*h, whereas Miwa told me Franz liszt was a famous pianist," Arsen murmured softly while rubbing his nose so as not to be heard by others when he said Maxime was stupid.
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