
The dark sky covered the splendid sprinkling of stars and moon, the earthy rumbling sounded deafening along with the raindrops that were so heavy falling to the ground.
The wind blew so hard that even the door of the balcony that was not locked tightly opened, the thin curtain fluttered along with some rain drops that entered and soaked the floor of the room.
Gisella wakes up from a deep sleep in Dion's arms. A sudden bad feeling haunted his feelings, he got up from his bed and pulled his back to lean towards the head of the bed.
The cold wind blew through the thin nightgown she was wearing. Gisella crossed her arms and hugged herself.
The tech!
“Arkhhh,” her screams choked in surprise.
The lights suddenly went off making the sizable room seem dark gripping. The lightning that struck as if slapping with its bright bias.
“Dion, wake!” Gisella. He fumbled to look for the man's shoulder and shook it so that the man who was soundly asleep woke up.
“Hmm,” murmured the man while wriggling as if reluctant to be disturbed.
“Dion wake up, why can the lights off? Is the jenset in this house not automatic?”
Dion wakes up to hear Gisella's words. Behind the darkness of the room the man frowned staring at the dark ceiling.
Downstairs, three men entered after they knocked out four burly men standing guard in front of and inside the house. After they turn off the lights first.
They file-kusuk divide the task to search for the existence of the target. Among them was a man who was so ready with his big eyes.
The man, who was wearing a black jacket with a gun in his hand, climbed upstairs alone. While one is looking downstairs and the other is in charge of turning the lights back on.
“Cannot be? Jenset here is automatic, after all in front there are those who guard. How long has this lamp been off?” ask Dion for wonder.
“About 10 minutes,” replied Gisella. His body began to tremble in fear.
Dion got out of bed, grabbed the phone on the nightstand, turned on the flashlight for lighting.
“Where are you going to Dion?” gisella panicked. He got out of bed and grabbed his girlfriend's hand.
The woman was most afraid of the dark in times of rainstorms like this. Dion touched his pale-looking female face.
“Are you scared?” Gisella immediately nodded quickly and continued to hug Dion's arm tightly like a kitten curled up on a lap asking for protection.
Dion who could not bear to see him rubbed Gisella's head gently to calm down.
“It's just a dead light, honey. It is possible that the jenset is damaged or an electrical short circuit occurs.”
“Stay I'm scared. I'm coming with you,” whine Gisella sounds spoiled. Dion kissed the top of his lover's head dearly, he loved it when the woman acted spoiled to him.
“Alright!” Perhaps he could refuse the woman who was pregnant with his child.
Brak!
The door of the room opened and fell so hard. Gisella and Dion jumped in shock. Behind the dimness of the night appeared someone from behind the door with a terrifying grin.
“Wah what a pity, it seems like my arrival surprised this romantic couple apparently.”
Gisella was again shocked in the darkness. His heart was pumping quickly, the sound was so clear in the ears and he was very familiar outside the head.
“Gavin!” gisella muttered so slowly.
The lights were extinguished instantly lit, grinning at the corner of Gavin's lips was now so noticeable in the eyes of both. Gisella clasped her body behind Dion, afraid to see Gavin's piercing eyes like a laser ready to pierce his head.
Dion was speechless looking at the thing in Gavin's hand at this moment.
“He carries a gun, I need to calm down. If fighting him this time was tantamount to a silly death,” thought Dion was wary. He does not want Gavin to hurt the woman who is now sheltering behind his back.
“Do you not want to welcome your husband, dear. Or maybe you feel comfortable in the arms of your affair, hem!”
Gavin looked at Gisella and Dion with pressure, in his heart he was ready to pull the trigger in his hand to get rid of the two people who had blessed him.
“How can you find us here?” Dion opened his voice. The question made Gavin giggle.
Dion scrunched his forehead, feeling that the place he had chosen to hide was the safest place and impossible to detect by the man standing before him. But Dion was wrong. He doesn't quite know who Gavin really is.
“How? Of course it is easy for me, even if you die, your body will definitely be found!” Anger enveloped Gavin's heart. He stepped forward quickly and pulled Gisella's hand violently.
Gavin immediately pointed his gun over Dion's head as the man stepped forward to help Gisella.
“One step you forward, then this bullet will be lodged in your head!”
Gisella's face paled with fear. The current condition is very bad for them, he tried to release the hand Gavin who gripped his hand until it felt sore. An idea flashed through his mind that he and Dion could avoid the gun in Gavin's hands.
“Arkkk!” Gavin screamed stifled feeling pain in his arm from the woman's bite. He hit the tip of his gun at Gisella's temple.
Dion wrathfully saw Gisella's forehead shedding fresh blood. He brushed off Gavin's arm until the gun in his hand fell to the floor. A fist he put easily onto Gavin's face.
As Gavin's blood boiled, he responded to Dion's blow by floating three raw bogems into the man's stomach. The battle between the two was fierce.
No one wants to give up and no one seems to lose. But in fact in the next second, Gavin managed to make Dion cornered on the wall with the corner of the lips that bleed a lot.
“You think you can fight me easily, Hah!” Gavin again thumped the cornered Dion blindly. Until the man lay helpless on the floor with a bruised face.
Gisella is hysterical, her eyes wildly looking for something so she can stop Gavin from brutally beating Dion. His eyes caught a black object not far from him, lying on the floor just like that.
“Gavin stop! Or I'll shoot you!” gisella shouted full of threats.
Both of his hands were holding a gun with his body shaking. His heart was filled with fear, his heart was beating rapidly.
Gavin paused for a moment then stood up and turned around leaving Dion helplessly sprawled. He smiled faintly at his wife as if underestimating.
“It's not a little kid's toy that you can pull the trigger easily. Give me that thing right now!”
Gisella's eyes glanced at Dion at a glance, tears beginning to drip down her cheeks. The woman felt intimidated by Gavin's sharp eyes. His feet stepped back in unison with Gavin's steps approaching him.
“I told you to quit your place, Gavin! Don't you think I can't do anything to you!” threaten her. Despite her fear, Gisella still tries to look strong and brave.
He did not know what would happen to him later, only that he knew at this moment that no one could protect him anymore at this moment other than himself.