The Plan Of Masked Man
Love and Emotion

"It's ok. I'm not gonna kill an innocent man. They're my family. Prepare yourself for the next step. I went with the girl." said AK continued the journey to leave the twins the new news anchor.

Elsewhere, one hand covered in blood still clasped a photo tightly. The last photo that became the turning point of his life. The dark room with one candlelight adds a gloomy impression of the occupants of the room. "What's my fault with you? Does it have a sin? I just want you to be mine! Only mine."

The photo is no longer beautiful in color, with blood sticking. A photo of a woman with a sweet smile, who was left stiff after heart surgery for her only daughter. "I thought that by taking your heart, you were safe with me. But it didn't! Your refusal came back despite changing bodies. Are you happy after seeing your curse happen to me?"

"Are you not supposed to be afraid. I repeatedly put away your busy lover with my hands! Why do you keep, choosing men don't have time! Compared to choosing me. I'm ready to be your worshiper." Sam's hands trembled with all his emotions.

Destroyed, disappointment, sadness, and rejection of an Asthma. Blinded Sam, behind the fateful events of Mr. AK after a month of the discovery of Asthma suicide. And the car accident that Ferro experienced, now his heart is getting darker when the only daughter of the owner of half the heart of Asthma rebellion. His heart and common sense did not accept.

Alright. Now who's stopping me from being with you! I'll make sure it breaks in my hand.~ Inner Sam let go of the hand, put a photo of Asthma on the table and took his smart phone.

The fingers without wounds started typing a number, and dialed without hesitation. Tone of connected calls. "Tell everyone, the game's over. It's time for a big show!"

"...."

Foeto.. Foetish…

The call ended after hearing the approval from across, Sam's devilish smile rose adorning his face with his bushy mustache. Now his life is like a shackle of desire to have love, but his love does not reach the goal. Unlike the AK master, where the man had taken Icha hostage to go with him to leave Ashley and Bryant's house.

"Master. Again I asked, where are we going?" ask Icha umpteenth time with watery eyes.

Silent…..

Man or stone! Don't you see I'm ready to cry? Why is it cold and stiff like that? I have a heart too. After playing pull, now I become a display statue. ~ Inner Icha by turning her face to look out the window.

I just glanced and refocused on driving. There was no worry or care on AK's face, there was only an expressionless flat. Until the car stops at an old, secluded warehouse. AK got out of the car and circled around the front, opening the side door where Icha was. "Down! Or I'll burn it with my car."

"Burn it!" hatch Icha without thinking long.

AK takes his hands off the car door, walks close to the trunk. After a minute, AK appeared to flush the car with a blue liquid. A pungent smell gushed into Icha's nose. Spontaneous Icha gets out of the car, her eyes perfectly rounded with AK actions. "Hey are you crazy? Don't you love the car! That's so crazy."

AK threw a blue liquid into the back seat of the car. Picked up a match in his pants pocket.

Phew…

Instantly the fire spread, and engulfed the car with a blazing orange red blaze. AK's madness slowly depletes Icha consciousness, not just the heart scot Icha gets. But a memory of the past begins to ambush. Tapping on a long-sealed memory. A voice with a baritone filled Icha's head. "Papa….. "

Flasbacks

"Son. Tonight I won't go home, so sleep with my aunt." said Sam, wiping Icha's head.

A scowling face with a manyun lips became the answer to the princess' dislike. "Icha darling. Papa has to get out of town. Let's let papa, son, Icha, good boy, right?"

Greeeb…..

A longing hug sprang up in Icha's heart, whenever the father asked for permission to go to work out of the city. "Alright pa. Hurry home. Icha dear papa."

Cup…

"Papa dearest Icha too. Take a break, son. Bi, please take care of Icha." said Sam with a hurried face.

The departure of the papa, make Icha moody and ask to play until late at night. The night that was watered with melted candles, became a terrible tragedy. The fire from the curtain snatched the candle on the floor, leaving Icha with internal injuries. Moreover, the girl was barely able to survive, not just that. The aunt who accompanied Icha that night also died, as a result of protecting Icha's life.

Slowly the Icha memory carries fragments of forgotten memories. The memory where the beginning of the tragedy that befell him and the memory of the debate of the father with a personal doctor. The female doctor in casual clothes, who always checks the condition of Icha during hospitalization. The final debate that made Icha consciousness slowly returned.

"Aiir.." murmured Icha with twinkling eyes.

AK helps Icha drink water, and restores her body on the table. After making sure Icha was lying down, AK turned around to take care of her work. But there was a hand holding his arm. "What's wrong?"

"May I know, what kind of asthma? If half my heart belongs to him, then this heart belongs to you. Give me the answer, why my heart beat is racing like a wild race." Icha said in a soft tone but still I can hear.

AK fell silent for a moment, and let go of Icha's hand. The departure of AK made Icha's face sad and bowed. A book appeared in front of Icha. Icha's trembling hand was still firmly receiving the book. "Read on! I still have a job."