The Love of the Boss
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Three shots made the girl stop on the last rung of the stairs. He shut his mouth and stared in disbelief as his parents were no longer conscious with gunshot wounds right through their hearts.

"Father! Mama!" his yell. Run closer without fear to the people who are still standing at close range and the gun in their hands.

"Wake, Pa! Ma! Uncle!" crying sniffles. No one dared to approach the girl including her papa's men. A man standing in front of the girl smiled with satisfaction. "Don't stay in Etha alone. Wake up! Etha please." He shook the bodies of those who had started to pale.

"Your parents are dead! And all his treasures are now mine! Haha!" The man with the evil smile stared in satisfaction. The girl got up and walked over to him without fear.

"Kill me! Why don't you kill me!" his yell.

"Why did I kill you? I want to see you suffer! And let your parents cry from hell! Ahaha! Get out of here, snot boy!" The man pushed violently until the girl fell to the floor. No matter the crying, the boys dragged the girl out of the luxurious room, while the three people still lying on the floor were taken away.

There is nothing painful but the passing of our loved ones. When she still needs affection and hugs, the girl must feel a deep trauma when she sees both her parents and her trustee must be shot in front of her own eyes. There's nothing he's got right now. In fact, all the treasures had now been owned by the evil man earlier. At the funeral of her parents, the girl cried roaring. Hugging the tombstone are both very tight and do not want to be separated, while the papa confidants are brought to his hometown in a village that is quite remote in the suburbs.

Flashback off

"Hikss, Bc ... Ma .. I miss you guys." Margaretha hugged the bolster very tightly. Imagine her hugging both of her parents right now. Tears had soaked the bolster, but Margaretha did not care and still cried to blow the heavy burden.

After quite satisfied crying, Margaretha tried to close her eyes. For his heart to be calmer. Suddenly, his phone rang. Margaretha immediately picked up and ses*h rudely when she saw Andra's name on the screen. Margaretha refused the call because she did not want Andra to know she was crying at this time.

Ting!

A message came in. Margaretha was shocked when she read a message from Andra saying that the man was in front of the house and threatened to burn the house down until Margaretha did not open it. Margaretha got out of bed and peeked out of the window. Sure enough, Margaretha saw Andra's motorbike parked under the mango tree. By rushing Margaretha to the bathroom first to wash her face. Only then did he open the door for Andra.

"Why did you come here?" ask Margaretha ketus. His face did look fresher, but his puffy eyes could not cover everything. Andra also looked at it carefully to make Margaretha wrong her own behavior.

"You're not letting guests in?" andra half quipped without answering Margaretha's question.

"Gee!" Margaretha clucked in annoyance and opened the door wide and let the man in and told her to sit down.

"You don't treat guests with hot tea?" andra again interrupted Margaretha who was just about to speak.

"Say if you want some hot tea." With a little stomping step, Margaretha went into the kitchen and a few minutes out again while carrying a cup of hot tea.

"You don't drink?" ask Andra when Margaretha is back in her place.

"Somewhat." Margaret answered briefly.

"You crying?" guess Andra. Zety suddenly became nervous and turned her face to avoid Andra's gaze. "No need to lie. I know you must have cried."

"Not really knowing, but what I'm saying is true isn't it? Your gaze cannot lie." Andra still continued to stare at Margaretha who did not dare to look at her at all. "If you have a problem or a burden that feels heavy. Tell me. Although I won't be able to help later, but at least your heart becomes a little relieved."

"It's how close our relationship is until you dare tell me to confide in you." Margaretha spoke ketus. For some reason every time he talked to Andra, Zety already felt arrogant himself first. Moreover, Andra's often spicy mouth made him feel lazy with the man.

"So girls don't be too judes. If not do ntar nangis-nangis. He said the guy just picked a cute girl. Though yes, even a beautiful girl if the judes are rich Mak Lampir, mending us nyari another." Andra chuckled especially when she saw Margaretha who was glaring at her.

"Lu if you come here just want to be julidin gini, mending go deh, Ndra. I'm males, "get Margaretha out.

"That's just angry. He said that when he was angry it would be beautiful to fade." Andra is still getting stuck. It was as if Margaretha's annoyed face had become her own entertainment. "I'm actually here to invite you to meet someone."

"someone? Who?" margaret asked impatiently.

"Yes, there is. So it's better now that we leave because the journey is quite far."

"Where are you going, Ndra? Don't tell me you want to kidnap me!" margaretha hatch.

"Mighty pede," decak Andra.

Subsequently, Andra forced Margaretha to prepare and they actually traveled far. Margaretha kept asking where they were going, but Andra only answered with a headband. Making Margaretha finally just resigned and hope Andra does not do anything bad to him.

Four hours away, Andra's motorbike has entered a village. Margaretha felt she had visited the village, but she forgot when. Andra motor continues to drive past the houses that still look simple. Stop at the end of the house. A one-story house and looks well maintained.

"Whose house is this, Ndra?" ask Margaretha curiously. Andra did not answer and instead invited Margaretha to come in.

"There's someone who wants to see you" Andra said as she opened the door.

"Who?" ask Margaretha again. Andra still did not answer. Margaretha walked behind Andra as she continued to grumble. However, when she reached the living room Margaretha was surprised to see someone sitting on a chair. A very familiar face to Margaretha despite being thinner and looking older than her age.

"Pa-Uncle."

The man turned his head and looked longingly at Margaretha. With a running step Margaretha approached the man and hugged him tightly.

"Uncle .. Is this really you? I wasn't dreaming, was I?" Margaretha kept repeating the question without letting go of her embrace.

"No, Young Miss. This is me, "he answered.

Margaretha tightened her arms. He cried so much with the man. In fact, Andra who was standing behind them also wiped away the tears. Seeing a scene that can make his heart feel rustling.