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Between two choices

"You're so slow, Bram. They're back in Indonesia and I want you to kidnap one of his daughters "Thumpat middle-aged man. " Lives must be paid for with life ! You destroy the princess, Bram !."

"You mean Anita? How could I possibly destroy the person I love". Bram said firmly.

"Bod*oh, Love makes you weak !. Have you not been shown ? Then this is a good time to avenge you !".

"If you force me like anything, I'll never do it. Cih, you're so disgusting !". Bumpat Bram, making the middle-aged man in front of him now growling annoyed.

"Do my orders ! Did you forget that I was the one who set you free and you thought it was easy ? Remembering your crimes is already of the highest level ! " His speech was calm yet filled with emphasis.

"If I can choose, I'd rather rot in prison than I have to hurt an innocent person" Bram replied.

"Ha ha ha ha, have you repented apparently ? But this is not yet the time ! I give you the choice to do my orders or your Son's life will be bet on "Tamnya, by throwing a photo of a beautiful woman who is standing in front of a minimalist house with a small baby.

Bram's breath was choked when he heard the middle-aged man's words, his hands shaking as he took the photo.

"My son" He said, reviewing the photo slowly. He saw Siska smiling so sweetly and beautifully while holding the baby. There was a speck of happiness in her heart, if Siska and the baby were okay.

"Hows it? You have two choices Bram" he said.

Bram looked up, now his heart was in a dilemma he was confused about which one to choose. But for sure, he didn't want his son to get hurt.

"Alright, I chose the first option" said Bram, closing his eyes and tears shed for a moment.

Anita, forgive me. I have no other choice. Inner Bram is sorely sliced.

"Good, the right choice" he said then patted Bram on the shoulder slowly then left Bram pensively in his study.

"Weak, you're weak Bram" he told himself. He was really frustrated at the moment, judging from the way he rubbed his face violently.

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"Excuse me, Mister. Here are some files you need to sign" Secretary Bram said.

"Can't you, Roy later ? I'm so tired" he said.

"Sorry,Master. This is an important file" Roy said, bowing.

"alright. Bring here "And then Roy gives you the file.

After finishing handling , Roy was about to get out of the boss' room.

"Roy" Call Bram. Roy looked up as he opened the door.

"If you were given a choice between child and other, which would you choose? " Bram's question sounds ambiguous.

"I will choose the Son of Master, because the child is everything" replied Roy.

"Even if you have to hurt someone?" Bram asked, making Roy frown.

"As parents, we should have our own way of protecting our children without hurting others, right?" Said Roy, although a little confused by his Boss who suddenly discussed Child.

"Yes, but how?" Ask Bram.

"If that's the question here" pointing to his left chest as well as his head. "A father must know what to do".

Bram still did not understand the words of his secretary.

"I'll excuse you, sir" Pamit Roy and a nod by Bram.

"A real jerk, my brain is dead-end" Then he got up and took his car keys and left his office and headed somewhere.

Now that Bram is in front of a minimalist house, Bram watches the house from afar.

Not long after out came the occupants of the house, a young man in TNI uniform and Siska and also a baby in his carrier.

"Dad, leave first,Ibra in the same house Mother. Don't fuss dear" Pamit Reza, who's going on duty out of town for a week.

"Good, dad. Take care of your health Well" Siska's message then takes Reza's hand and kisses her.

"I'm leaving, baby. You be careful at home" Reza kissed Siska's forehead and lips briefly and then switched to kiss Ibra's entire face with anxiety..

"Ibra is my son's name Ibra? And is that her husband? They are very happy and you deserve happiness, Siska. Sorry while I'm with me all you get is a wound". Bram muttered, filled with regret.

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Siska was astonished, she felt Reza had just left why come back again? With a rash move Siska opened the door without seeing who was coming.

"Honey, what's the highest" .Siska's eyes were perfectly rounded when she saw who was in front of her. He quickly closed the door but damn it ! Bram managed to hold the door.

"Are you ? How can ?" Said Siska stammered at once surprised.

"It's me" replied Bram, still on the doorstep.

"Would you come here ?"

"You want what ? I want to see my son !" Bram said firmly, making Siska's face paled.

"Please, get out of here ! We have no relationship anymore" said Siska backtracked as Bram advanced and eroded the distance.

"Listen to me Siska, I don't care if you marry another man but the one thing you have to understand Ibra is my Son, my flesh and blood and you have no right to forbid me from meeting him" Bram said firmly, right in front of Siska.

How could? Bram knows everything about himself and his son's name ?. Oh yeah, he forgot who Bram was, if just to find information it was very easy for him.

"I beg you not now, I beg you to go" Please Siska, for the woman is very afraid that Bram will take her child.

"I said it, right? If you don't have the right to forbid me" Bram moves forward and Siska keeps Bram from seeing her son.

Oh my god, how is this. Mas Reza I hope you come back, I'm so scared. Inner Siska cried, but Siska tried as quietly as possible.

"You are the biological father ! But you have no right to him, only Reza is his father, his real father" Siska asserted, removing his courage.

Is it true ? Siska did not lie because in Ibra's birth certificate the name Reza was recorded as his biological father.

As they were arguing there was the sound of crying babies from inside the room.

Bram's gaze diverted then stared at one of the rooms believed to be his son's room.

Bram quickly headed for the room.

"Bram, where are you going? Stop Bram, I said Stop !" shouts Siska running in pursuit, but Bram does not listen to Siska, he remains focused on his goal.

"My son "Lirih Bram, when he saw a very handsome little baby on the bed was moving his hands and feet in the air, while his lips tasted as if he was thirsty.

The sight made his eyes warm and also a little sick, sick because he had once wasted it.

"Bram I'm bil-".