Widow of Flower & Bad Guy
Chapter 1 Lucas Denver

"Master, please give me some more time. I'll definitely pay off all the debt and interest" asked a man with a face kissing the floor because someone's feet were pinning his head.

The man grinned viciously and pressed and twirled his shoes over the poor man's head. "I've given you an extension of time, Omran. There is no tolerance anymore. You pay all the debt and interest, or I break your neck?"

"Sorry Mr. Lucas, I don't have a penny right now. You can take all my furniture and house certificates as collateral" Omran said.

The man named Lucas laughed out loud and threw a cigarette butt at Omran's head, then turned him off using the shoe. "This butut house you want to make bail, Omran? Just be right! Even to pay the interest, not enough!!"

Lucas ordered his men to tear the whole house apart. The chairs and tables are out of place. The condition of the modest dwelling had been ravaged by glass debris everywhere because Lucas' men had broken all the windows.

"Take that shard of glass to me!" tell Lucas to one of the men. His smile was getting more terrifying. It was certain that evil thoughts were clinging to his brain.

"This is the boss" said Lucas' men, giving the broken glass back to where it was while playing his thin beard. Black lips sing a thin smile because they are impatient with what will happen before their eyes.

Lucas lifted his leg off Omran's head. He played the broken glass in a swirling manner. His eyes could not be separated from the body of the man who was still in a tight position kissing the floor. The seep of cruelty was very clear from the look on his face. "Thank this old man and hold his hand firmly!!"

The two big men instantly did as his boss ordered. Each of them held Omran's hand so as not to escape.

"What do you want?" snapped Omran who already had a bad feeling because he looked at the sharp object in Lucas' grasp.

Lucas chuckles. "Look at your wrinkled face, Omran! It's full of sweat, can I add some fresh blood?"

"I-I mean Sir?" Omran was stammering was no longer able to speak clearly. Only both eyes were full of question marks.

"Omranian... Omran. Why are you scared like that? I'm not your angel of death, so calm down a little!" Lucas scraped the glass onto Omran's cheek and left a deep cut.

"Ahgrh.." erang Omran held back the pain. Fresh blood dripped down from above the cheeks mixed with tears that suddenly broke out.

"Again?" ask Lucas. Without feeling, the sixty-year-old man again injured Omran's wrinkled face with the sharp object. He seemed to be enjoying as Omran squealed in pain. His mouth was wide open, the sound of laughter echoing within the currently ruffled building. "It's a punishment because you've dared to play games with me, Omran! I've given you time. But you're wasting it instead. So, just feel the consequences!"

Omran's shout tightened because Lucas kicked his calf using the tip of the shoe making the old leg vibrate pain.

"I'm Mr. Lucas. I promise to pay off my debts. But, please give it another week," pinta Omran hopes that men of his age can kindly give an extension of time.

A man with black glasses on his head approached Lucas and whispered something into his ear. Those blackish lips carved a smile that was different from before.

"Omran, is it true that you have a very beautiful daughter?" lucas asked looking at the eyeball of the man he was pressing. "I heard that your girl is the village flower here. Really it?" ask again with eyes do not stop staring.

"Sa-I have no children, sir." Omran lied to keep his daughter safe.

"really?" press Lucas. "I can read your eyes, Omran. So, I can tell if you are lying now or not...!!" Lucas slapped Omran's stomach using the thing he was holding. The drops were red in saga, piercing through his white shirt.

"Have you sir. I admit defeat." Omran's voice sounded raucous, the bead glare of his eyes dimmed slightly.

"Yes sir, I have a daughter. He is currently twenty-three years old" Omran said with a heavy heart. She knew for sure that after this the famous man was rich, but very cruel it would make her only daughter as the sixth wife.

"Where is he now?" Lucas kept asking. He was very curious about the level of an angel said by his men.

Omran swallowed the saliva before answering. "My son is in town P, sir. There she worked as a midwife, in one of the Hospitals."

Lucas played his lips with his tongue. Imagining a young virgin aged twenty-three years, his desire for maleness suddenly woke up. "Show me that picture of your son. If he falls within the criteria of the sixth wife, I assume our debt is paid off!"

"I-I mean Sir?" Omran pretends not to understand the meaning of Lucas' sloppiness.

Lucas clamped both Omran jaws firmly. "It should be easy to understand. So don't act stupid in front of me. Or I will destroy your brain cells until you really become a fool!!"

"I'm sorry, sir. I admit to being wrong!" reply Omran after Lucas' hand grip on his mouth slipped.

"Where's your son's picture? I won't ask for it again after this. If you're still playing around..." Lucas paused his words. He moved his five fingers in front of his neck.

Omran again swallowed the saliva imagining that the head that was fused with the neck would be cut off from the veins. "In-in the corner desk drawer there is a photo album. There are many pictures of my daughter. You can take it."

Lucas moved his head to the side as a command mark on his subordinates. The bald-headed man nodded and walked towards the corner table meant by Omran. He opened the drawer and took out a slightly worn photo album.

"Here, Boss!" The man handed over the item he took from inside the drawer.

Lucas smiled faintly as he looked at Omran and then opened the album piece by piece. Both of his lips were perfectly attracted by the twinkle of a glowing eye. "Waw.. Your son really is like an angel, Omran! She's so beautiful and her body so perfect."

"Then what do you want from my daughter?" Omran wants to make sure the intentions are veiled in the heart of a Lucas Denver.

Lucas chuckles. "Give me that beautiful girl! All the debts you have, I consider paid off!!"

"My son was made into a debt payment instrument?" Omran kept asking. But in his heart, between the devil and the angels were fighting. On the one hand he felt guilty because the child was a victim of his bad habits who liked to gamble and play the lady of the beard. However, on the other hand he thought it would be an advantage if he had a daughter-in-law of a wealthy merchant.

"You think?" cibir Lucas's. "Send him home soon! Or don't blame me, when my men drag your daughter in front of me!"

"Ba-good, Sir. I will ask him to come home this week," said Omran resigned because it already has no other way out of his life difficulties.

"I wait!!" Lucas shook his hand telling his men to let go of Omran and leave the dwelling whose condition was already alarming.

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...Bismillah.. hopefully after this can be more focused work 🙏...