The Pursuit of Love Om Doctor
It is true, you !!!

Citra and Satria turned their heads as the sound of the door squeaking, opened. Aksa's face came from behind the door. Aksa smiled at Citra, approached her and kissed her forehead slowly.

Aksa's gaze turned to look at Lena. The tough lady now looked pale and a little limp.

"How you doing, Lena ?" Ask Aksa.

"Thank you for a little pain, sir." Lena gave a small laugh trying to melt the atmosphere.

"Rapidly recovered, the enemy is still flying. I'll bring Citra home. Maybe until you're completely healed, I'll hire some more bodyguards to tighten up the guard at the apartment." Aksa.

"Good, Sir. How were the 4 thugs injured, sir ?" Lena turned to asking.

"I haven't seen them. Looks like they're still unconscious, just now I just peeked at a glance in the ER room." Answer Aksa.

Satria who had been focusing on watching Aksa speak, gasped as she felt the tremors in her buttocks. His hand reached into the pocket of his pants and grabbed the phone he found earlier.

There's an incoming call from someone, the contact's name is saved 'Boss'

In a hurry he told Aksa.

"Sa !" Satria's hand pulled Aksa's arm, making Aksa turn.

"I found this phone near those thugs. Now the boss calls." Report Satria whispered a little in Aksa's ear.

The man in white clothes immediately passed out of the room, followed by Satria. He did not want Citra to think about it.

Aksa pressed the green button and the call was directly connected. Satria was still watching. Aksa brought his index finger closer to the lips, giving a signal to further shrink the volume of the sound. He pressed the loud speaker button so Satria could hear him too.

Aksa was still quietly waiting for the person across there to speak first. He will try to recognize his voice.

"How, sorted out ?"

The guy who called was really smart. He disguised the sound, making it unrecognizable. Aksa is still trying not to talk. Like knowing who received the phone and because there was no answer for a long time, the phone call was broken by the calling party.

"Damn !!!" Aksa Maki. His face was filled with anger.

"They all want to play me !!!"

Aksa opened the phone call records of the thugs, found one number that a few hours ago still send each other chat and phone.

Aksa kept the contact number and kept the phone in his pocket.

Aksa will try to call that number again.

"Borrow Lo's cell phone, Sat !" Pinta Aksa's.

Satria handed her phone. They were busy staring at the phone screen when suddenly someone approached.

"Sir Aksa ! It turns out that brother's here. I was looking for it !" Pekik surprised.

Aksa glanced towards the source of the voice, not feeling astonished when Raka suddenly looked for him.

The boy loved stalking him from a long time ago. Aksa's eyes were staring back at her phone screen. He should know who's boss here.

"Why do I know ?" Aksa asked without paying attention to Raka. Jemari Aksa pressed a few numbers and then pressed the green button, calling the boss's number.

"Whose phone is it, sister ?" Wiry Raka, curious. He leaned slightly forward, peering. Aksa immediately pushed Raka's head back away. His other hand brought the phone to his ear.

Waiting for an answer, but not far from where he stood, there was the sound of the phone ringing and the vibration. Aksa and Satria were shocked, the voice was so close. Aksa's hand reflexes fingered Satria's pocket and pants, trying to find the source of the sound. But nil, Aksa's face was disappointed. Because in front of the room there was only him, Satria and....

Aksa and Satria looked at each other. Then turned his head simultaneously, staring intently at the man in front of them.

Raka !

Raka nodded when she realized her phone was ringing.

"Damn !" His anger in the heart. Raka started to panic.

Deftly Raka immediately picked up her phone, pressed the power button so that the sound of vibration stopped and pretended to receive a call from someone.

With a deliberately contrived expression, he was as though he was going to the bathroom.

"I go to the toilet first, sister ! Kebelt." While smothering his phone and running backwards, away from Aksa and Satria.

"Yes, Hello..."

"Yes. yeah, I'll call you later." Raka turns her body around, pretending to be talking to someone on a phone call, hoping that Aksa doesn't suspect her. It's not time he was found out. The goal has not yet been achieved. Without looking back, Raka continued to walk away from Aksa and Satria.

Aksa picked up her phone again. He called that number again. Wanted to ascertain if the number really belonged to Raka.

The number is still connected. On the screen of Aksa's phone it says ringing. Aksa stared intently at Raka, as did Satria.

From a distance Aksa saw Raka reach into her pants pocket, grabbing the black flat object. Jemari Raka touches the phone screen and suddenly the call is disconnected.

"Damn !!! It is true that it is you !" Umpat Aksa was about to slam the phone he held but was held by Satria.

Aksa was sitting limp on the waiting room bench. While Satria, she was also confused as to what to do. It turns out that Aksa's life is so strange, inevitably Citra must also be affected. But Satria can do nothing.

Satria looked confusedly at Aksa. Seeing Aksa not trying to stop Raka, but he already knows everything. Satria was impatient.

"You want me to go after him, Sa ?" Tawar Satria's. He didn't want that opportunity to pass him by. What if Raka intends to run away ?

Aksa shook her head weakly, throwing her breath heavily.

"Leave it first." Answer Aksa in a slow tone.

"If she runs away, what about ?" Snapping Satria, but holding his voice so as not to be too loud.

"I really didn't expect Raka to be involved, Sat. All this time our relationship was very good." murmured Aksa.

Satria sat beside Aksa.

"Disregard that emotion. I'm used to dealing with cases like this. The faces of criminals do have two sides, and that will outwit you. You are a man ! Why so carried away feelings ? Prove it again, you call that number again. Don't let this precious opportunity just disappear." Grumpily Satria, punching Aksa's arm a little stronger until the man was aghast, but not angry as usual.

Whether since when Satria felt concerned, talking to Aksa like he had been friends for a long time, when before their relationship was not even good.

"You can betray me, Raka !" Furious Aksa, her clenched hands firmly held back the emotions.

His chest was burning hot flames of anger. As much as Aksa's strength restrained him, he would give Raka a calculation.

"Sa !!!" Snatch Satria again.

"You must be firm ! For the sake of image ! Otherwise, I will take Citra away from your life ! I won't let him always be in danger !"

Satria rose from her seat, boldly walking past Aksa, about to open the door of Lena's room.

"Don't be so presumptuous of you, Sat !" Sent Aksa, standing pulled Satria's body away from the door.

"I have my own plan !" Assert Aksa, set the tone as normal as possible.

"Alright, what's your plan after knowing Raka was involved ?" Ask Satria.

"I don't intend to tell you !!!"

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