The Son of CEO Arogan
Chapter 4 The Struggle of Ameera

"God, why are the nights here..," Ameera grumbled as soon as she reached the courtyard. There's a slum guy laying on the porch bench.

"Ngh, you're home, Meera..." The man sat down, rubbed his eyes, rubbed his dreadlocks back.

Ameera did not reply, pushing the motor that had been turned off the engine into the garage. His face was tired, getting tangled after draining emotions over the conversation with Juna earlier.

"Meera, wait!"

"What's up, Uncle?" Ameera took Anton's hand off his arm.

"Hehee. Look. Uncle needs your help, Meera. Nowow. Uncle's out of money. Uncle also chased thugs." Anton again chuckled blandly at the end of his sentence.

"Not the same thugs again?"

Anton nodded quickly. "Hehe, just losing a bet.

"Why is Uncle here? Uncle knows how we are? Uncle went home. Pity it must be waiting."

"Duh, Meera, if you go home without your aunt's money, it's gonna hit me all out. Only you can help uncle. You work. Give me the money now, tomorrow you can ask your boss for a loan."

Ameera opened the door with a spare key. "My number is a lot. Boss don't want to lend me anymore."

"Heh, your father's debt is the same Bondan was paid off yesterday? Don't lie there's no money. I'm just gonna borrow twenty million." Anton racked his waist. "Yesterday could bring out 180 million, the period of helping your father's surrogate parents can't?"

"No way, Uncle."

"Ameera!" Anton blocked his way, stretching out his arms. "At least give me how much money you have!"

The smell of cigarettes mixed with alcohol from the breath, also musty, and the smell of damp soil from Anton's clothes make the contents of Ameera's stomach wavy. Nausea.

"Where did you get that much money yesterday? There must be some rest, right? I won't go home until you love me. I'm gonna make a fuss here."

Ameera took a heavy breath, reached into the bag. The remaining 400 thousand he gave.

"Just like this?!" ask Anton after taking the sheet.

"Uncle see aja. There is no more" said Ameera weakly. He came in and without excuse closed the door. His uncle will surely soon return to his own home after getting rupiah from him. It always is.

Ameera steps to the room after looking at the state of Naja who slept with Yuni. From today Yuni wants to stay with them, standby takes care of Naja since Ameera promised to double her salary.

Dad's debt paid off, Ameera can afford it.

Ada Yuni looks after Naja, while she herself is struggling with her terrifying future ghost. Is she pregnant or not? Did she get Finn to marry her or not? The terrible uncertainty.

"Bright...." After cleaning himself, and changed clothes Ameera beds with her legs raised higher. Tears were shed uninvited.

Only he knew, the pain within him was still very much felt. Not only the former army, but his wounded soul over the fears of many things.

Physical wounds can be easily eliminated by continuing to swallow pain medication, while the mind? Ameera has no other cure than Finn's responsibility.

Pregnant or not the most important married first until he is sure not to conceive an illegitimate child. If could. That is his hope to calm down.

If it fails?

Did Ameera dare to kill her fetus...?

Or... give up giving birth and taking care of the child alone? Ah, he couldn't imagine if that happened.

His brain felt full, as if it was being pumped until it almost exploded. Fatigue thinking makes his eyes more heavy. Ameera's body drooped with her breathing beginning to regularize.

Over time the feeling of lightness as if carrying his soul flew to another place.

In the silence of her ears caught the voice of someone calling.

"Ameera...! Ameeraa...!" The call sounded faintly carried by the wind. A familiar voice in the ears.

"Ra. It's me, Raa...." Shaking sounds hinting at pain.

"Biya? Bi, is that you? Where are you, Biya?" Ameera looked around, but found no one. "I can't forget about you, Bi!"

"Rba..." Biya's voice was growing whimper. The same groaning as before, when the teenager often cried while hugging the knee every time he felt desperate.

Biya often sobs when she feels useless. Biya often asks why her heart always hurts to hear people's words. My mom always blamed him for everything. The stepfather was never friendly, and his big hands were often swayed to hurt Biya's thin body.

"Ra... What should I do, Ra...? I was lonely.." the voice whimpered again, now clear in the ear.

"Bi. sorry I can't do anything...." Ameera's tears are still. Every time he remembered his failure to save Biya, the entire surface of his heart was sliced smooth.

"Hiks..my body hurts, Raa.. sakiiit...."

Ameera caught a glimpse of Biya's shadow ahead, she ran closer but Biya seemed to be carried away by the wind.

"Yesia!"

"Raaa...!" Biya stuck out her hand, looking over with a face deeply begging her.

The teenage girl was still wearing a Junior High School uniform, the same when her body was drenched in blood after hitting the floor, then floundering along hysterically Ameera before unconscious to see the tragic fate of the friend.

"Astaghfirullah...." He rubbed his face realizing after a bad dream.

Biya met him several times like this, even though in different dreams Biya always cried, saying her pain.

Moving on, Ameera went to the kitchen for a drink. He took ablution before returning to lay down the body. As busy as anything in the restaurant he always spespkan obligatory worship, so as not to alpa. Because there the boss prepares a place of worship for Muslim employees.

His eyes still could not be closed, he picked up a cell phone. Staring at Daddy and Finn's face alternately.

"I have to meet them" he murmured coldly.

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After two days of strategizing, today, Ameera's bike managed to get in right in front of the fence of the house along two football fields. Of course after escaping through the guard post in front earlier. It looks like it's a private compound, there's no other building besides the Cullen family's mansion.

"Include yourself. Have you made an appointment?" A robot-like voice spoke as if from within a fence cavity.

"I'm 24-year-old Ameera, from Perfecto Resto and I've promised to see Mr. Eddy Right Cullen today."

Before long the gate opened a little. A large tall guard approached, telling him to drive a motorcycle directly to the left side of the three-story house the size of a sports arena.

"Yes, thank you." Ameera nodded politely.

"Yes my. It's parking, but there's no motorbike here...." He chose the most edge, keeping a distance of three meters from dozens of luxury cars there.

Suddenly Ameera's guts shrieked, her body seemed to be a dwarf. Legs stiff. Even breathing was difficult, the air seemed to disappear around him.

Who is this brave of him to demand rights?

"With Miss Ameera?" He flinched over the greeting.

"Y-yes, I." Ameera took off her helmet.

The woman in uniform, a shirt-like top and dark blue cloth trousers, led her through the main door.

Ameera had noticed the hair of one man on the nape of the woman. Very neat and clean even though he is no longer young.

"Attent, Miss." Ameera stopped, just obey when from the bottom of the flat shoes to the top of her head illuminated with a tool. I don't know what tools.

"Come, sir is waiting in his room."

"Ah, yes," said Ameera briefly. He is trying hard to resist doubt, do not suddenly run and undo the intention.

He walked about 200 meters, passing through a super spacious room, into a long hall that left right lined with pillars as big as a child's embrace, just arrived in a room all golden brown.

"Miss Ameera has arrived, sir."

"Hm. Serve drinks and eat lightly." The old man, probably in his 80s, turned the chair around to face Ameera.

Seen directly like this the man's face was thick with foreign blood, but his voice on the phone after twice talking with Ameera Indonesian language is very good.

"I'm Ameera, Sir. I called Mr. Eddie two days ago."

"Yes, yes, of course I remember. My grandson's restaurant waiter. Right?"

"Rubber, Sir."

Ameera petrified for a moment as she was stared at for five seconds without the blink of the old eye. Highlight that seemed as if the big tall man was reading thoughts through his eyes.

"Your courage is incredible, Ameera. Your luck is also good at making me take foreign calls. I hope you're not the wrong little witch to play with." Ending the chuckle the old man sounded horror in the ears.

"I'm a human being, sir." Ameera tried to joke.

Two maids came, in uniform just like the woman before. Serving a cup of tea and one almond croissant that looks tempting to be devoured.

"Please drink and eat first. You just told me how the chronology is." The old man could read Ameera's head.

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After the meeting and returning to the room, Finn checks his phone, there are messages and calls left out of the number he was waiting for. But that's not what caught his attention this time, another message, in the form of a photo of a woman riding a black matic motorcycle to the family home area.

\[He had an appointment with your Grandfather, Young Master\] As soon as the report on the photo was submitted two hours ago.

Finn's fingers squeezed the phone, his eyes narrowed.

Just about to call her man's number, call in from Mami's contact. Inwardly he wanted to reject it, but his finger was not as brave as it was on an older person.

"Yes, Mum."

"Finn, hurry to General Hospital now, your opinion is rushed there."

"Why opa?"

Finn's ears and jaw twitched for a while, until his mother ended the call without a single sentence of defense coming out of her lips.

"Damn it!" The phone almost threw him against the wall.

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