"Why, miss? Why shouldn't my own wife know? What do you really want, miss?" asked master Ibra. Kelly was still hesitant to answer Mr. Ibra's question. Kelly is not yet convinced by the words of her stepmother, who said Majid is not Mrs. Paula's biological son.However, real evidence has been obtained in the secret room of Majid's room. A large photo frame of Majid's little family. On the other hand, Kelly is afraid to tell her that Kelly knows the secret room in Majid's room. On the other hand, it was all at the direction of Majid himself. Majid is the one who wants Kelly, to know the secret place.Kelly plucked up the courage to say what she knew."I'm sorry if this sounds presumptuous to the master. But, I'll say what I know. Is Majid really the biological son of Paula's mistress?"Mr. Ibra felt like he was struck by lightning in broad daylight, his throat seemed to be dry immediately hearing the question from Kelly."You? Where did you know about this, miss? Did you eavesdrop
"Benji, watch out....!" Mrs. Grace shouted reminding Benji.With a reflex movement, Benji immediately stepped on the brakes vigorously. He was very surprised, when there were people crossing the road.As a result of Benji's sudden brake, Aldo, who was sleeping, almost hit his head on the dashboard. While the person who crossed just now also looked panicked and surprised.The man momentarily stood sculpting, when the car Benji was driving almost hit him.Benji himself became upset, seeing the person still standing in front of his car. Benji looked his head out of the window while cursing at the man."Hey, man! What are you doing in front of my car? If you want to cross, look right and left! Get out of the way, man!"The person who was berated by Benji yelled at him back, while his eyes bulged."Do you have eyes or not? Didn't you see people crossing the street?""You were wrong yourself, man! Why cross out of place, huh? You don't see there is a pedestrian bridge there? You who have n
Aldo took his cell phone from his pants pocket and immediately pressed the answer button without looking at the caller's contact on the screen."Hello!" Aldo greeted."Hello, man! Are you still not going to tell me the name of the girl you're looking for? How about I pay you by name, man?" asked the person on the other end of the line."How much do you want to offer, ma'am?" Aldo asked. "One hundred thousand," she replied.Mrs. Grace, standing not far from Aldo, listened to the conversation between Aldo and the mysterious caller.Mrs. Grace only shrugged her shoulders slightly as Aldo gestured for her approval."Madam, you just want her name, don't you?" asked Aldo confirmingly."You think I'm stupid, man! I don't just want to know his name, but his whereabouts. I want to meet the girl in person," he explained. "Okay! Then I ask for additional payment, madam!" pleaded Aldo."Bastard! You want to blackmail me, man?" he asked in a high tone."If you're not willing to add what I ask fo
Mrs. Grace groaned in pain, as the tip of the knife pierced her skin.Aldo very carefully took out the bullet.Mrs. Grace breathed a sigh of relief, when the bullet lodged in her shoulder had been released by Aldo."Lucky it didn't hit your heart, Grace!" said Aldo, bandage the wound on Mrs. Grace's shoulder."Aldo, is it the same person who sabotaged your car's brakes as the person who shot me earlier?" asked Mrs. Grace."I don't know! If I had been closer to that person, maybe I would have recognized his face," Aldo replied."I'm not tired yet, there are already people who want to kill me. I don't know who's behind all this, but someone must have given orders to hunt us down, Aldo!" retorted Mrs. Grace. "Maybe! But, I don't dare to guess who's behind all this. It's best if we remain reasonable when we're at the base. If it's Mr. Drake's henchmen, let them see we're still alive. We'll know from the expressions on the faces that are hunting us," Aldo explained."Do you still want to
Brandon looked awkward when Mr. Badri caught him praying."Are you following my prayer movements, Brandon?" asked Mr. Badri. "Sorry, Mr. Badri, I'm just following your movements. I want to make the basic movements of your prayer," Brandon replied. Mr. Badri was very surprised to hear Brandon's explanation, so Mr. Badri invited Brandon to sit by the campfire."Let's sit by the campfire, Brandon!" invited Mr. Badri. Brandon followed behind Mr. Badri, scratching his itchy head.Then they both sat down by the campfire. Mr. Badri turned to Brandon and said,"Brandon, I'm not forbidding you to follow my prayer movements. You're not a Muslim, so you shouldn't follow me in prayer. Isn't this against the teachings of your religion? I'm telling you, every Muslim is required to purify themselves before praying.""So, what should I do, Mr. Badri? I just follow your movements, I don't follow the recitation," Brandon replied. "I ask you, is it not against the teachings of your religion?" asked
"Is it true what you say, Mr. Badri? Can it destroy from a distance?" asked Brandon, who was amazed by Mr. Badri's power. "Yes! And I will teach it to you, one day! I'm sure, in no time, you'll master this internal force. But remember, never use it for evil or showing off. We can use this inner strength when we are pressed and urgent," explained Mr. Badri. "Excellent! Can you show me now?" asked Brandon curiously."I won't show it to you, you'll feel its power too. Besides, it's late, Brandon!" replied Mr. Badri."Come on, Mr. Badri! Just once, when I've seen it in person, I'll be keen to study it later," Brandon pleaded."I'm afraid I'll ruin the peace of the animals around here. Besides, I'm not going to prove anything to you," replied Mr. Badri."If you really have the knowledge of internal energy that can destroy enemies, why don't you use it to avenge the death of your son and wife?" asked Brandon. "It's not as easy as you think, Brandon! My inner strength is only good for att
"Did you hear that, Mr. Badri?" asked Brandon."I heard it, were you scared, Brandon?" Mr. Badri asked back."Why should I be afraid? Maybe the tiger was hungry?" Brandon asked back."You can ask the tiger directly, Brandon!" joked Mr. Badri. "Oh my! You're so good at making jokes, Mr. Badri! Why don't you go see him?" grumbled Brandon."Hahaha, maybe she misses you. Maybe right now, she's approaching us," said Mr. Badri."Don't make things up, Mr. Badri! If he wants to approach us, maybe he's interested in you. He likes you and wants to swallow the flesh of an old man like you," Brandon retorted."Hahaha, maybe it's the other way around, he prefers younger and more meat, rather than me who is just a bone," Mr. Badri joked, laughing.Suddenly, Brandon was laughing too, at Mr. Badri's outburst."Didn't you hear the tiger roar again, Mr. Badri? Is he looking for prey?" asked Brandon."Maybe! But, surely all the animals he wants to hunt are already sleeping in their respective dens," r
The light that Mr. Badri saw disappeared immediately, as he opened the door."Oh my! Am I not allowed to see that light? It looks like the young man succeeded in his meditation. What exactly was that light I saw earlier? Did the light belong to that young man? If it is, then he is the one who was chosen to be a formidable fighter. I'm pretty sure, in a short period of time, he'll be able to master the science of divine-level internal energy," murmured Mr. Badri. Mr. Badri sat back down by the campfire, waiting for the light to reappear. After waiting for a long time, the light did not reappear, nor did Brandon show any signs of stopping his meditation."Oh my! That young man is so strong, he hasn't come out of the hut yet. The light has not reappeared, does it only appear once every night?" asked Mr. Badri to himself.Mr. Badri patiently waited for Brandon to finish his meditation."How strong were you in that meditation, Brandon? Alright, I'll wait until whenever. If necessary, I wi