Glenn had no other choice but to follow his cousin who had made him so anxious earlier. Apart from not wanting anything bad to happen to Arnold, he also wasn't sure if his cousin could survive in the outside world. Arnold was not a tough guy who will stand up to anything. On the contrary, he was a man who was easily swayed and fell down with just one jolt. And so Glenn followed himself right behind in a taxi which he intercepted shortly after Arnold left with the intention of making sure Arnold was safe. Arnold apparently stopped at a five-star hotel and was seen booking a room in front of the receptionist. Glenn shook his head, "Still like a spoiled child. At this rate, the money will definitely run out quickly." He reflected on himself who had experienced something similar to what happened to Arnold right now. However, once he was not like Arnold. He quickly realized that he had to save money because the money in the backpack given by Fero at that time was too little. Glenn crep
"To kill you," said Glenn casually. Dewa burst out laughing. The man even went so far as to throw his precious cigarette poison on the ground and stomp on it to die. Glenn glanced at him indignantly but said nothing more. After his laughter subsided, Dewa said, "Man, it's been a long time since I laughed like this. Oh, for the sake of the sea ruled by Neptune, I'm really happy to see you again, Glenn." "I have absolutely no intention of comforting you," Glenn said, sneering at the man who now looked rather dirty. "Then why are you making jokes as if you want to kill me?" Glenn grinned, "That's not a joke. It's for real, Lord." "Yes, yes. That's very Glenn Brawijaya, cynical and rude. Incredible. So, what do you want from me?" asked Dewa to the point. Glenn sighed. He rarely encountered people who would immediately understand his meaning like Gods. In fact, Alexander Barata, who he thought was smart, couldn't understand it well. The man was too innocent and innocent that sometim
"Friend?" Glenn repeated. Dewa nodded, "Yes. You have considered me as a friend. That's why you are looking for me." Glenn thought for a moment, trying to come up with an answer to the question Dewa had asked. But he couldn't find it. The man swallowed hard. "You've been alone all this time. No one has helped you and wants to believe you. Did I come at the right time, Glenn?" Glenn didn't reply, still silent as he looked the other way. Dewa asked again, "You can trust me. I am not part of those people. I have nothing to do with them." Glenn turned his head, "You really aren't one of them." "Consider me your friend. Or at least someone you can actually talk to. You don't have to think of me as one if you want to," continued Dewa. His words sounded so serious that Glenn started to trust her a bit. "I met someone who claimed to be an angel," Glenn said later. Dewa gasped and looked at Glenn carefully before starting to say, "He really seems like an angel. Was he the one who turne
Glenn shook his head, "No. Not right now. I don't need anything right now." "Are you sure?" "Yes." Dewa looked at Glenn with a probing look then said, "Okay. If that's the case." Glenn said, "How can I contact you?" Dewa smiled strangely. Glenn said again in annoyance, "Why are you smiling?" "Nothing. Looks like I was right about one thing." "What do you mean?" Glenn asked in a tone of slight astonishment. Dewa replied casually, "Looks like I've become one of the people you trust." Glenn snorted in annoyance, "So what? Do you want to be an enemy in a blanket?" Dewa's laughter exploded instantly. "Oh, you really have a lot of fun I see," Glenn quipped. Dewa stopped smiling, "Your words are bitter but they make me happy." "What do you mean?" "You are direct. That means you really think of me as a friend you can trust." "Stop saying that as if it's something to be very proud of, Dewa." The corners of Dewa's lips lifted slightly, curving into a smile, "I'm indeed proud to b
Satria laughed crisply listening to his son's confidence. He said, "Good. You have to do that, my son. That's just the son of Satria Brawijaya." "Yes, Dad. I won't let him act up, Dad, take it easy. Just leave everything to me." Narendra got higher spirits. Satria nodded with satisfaction, "I like your spirit. It's time for you to move faster, Ren. Show your fangs to Glenn!" "Ready, Dad. I will not disappoint you," replied Narendra with a sly smile. Glenn, just you wait. I'll make you come back unmoved. Narendra thought. Inside Narendra's big head, dirty scenarios have been arranged for Zayn and Glenn. He was sure his plan this time could kill two flies at once. Just imagining it, Narendra felt so happy. With such confidence, Narendra got up from his seat. "Then I better go now, Dad!" said goodbye to the young man. "Yes. I'm waiting for good news from you, Ren!" Satria said it while nodding. "Fine, Father." He also went accompanied by several men loyal to him. *** Narendra
"Not me, sir!" Glenn said quickly. The young man tried to stand up but immediately two police officers held his hands firmly. Glenn was forced to sit with his knees touching the floor. He couldn't move his hand. Glenn who was confused suddenly saw Narendra appear there and was grinning broadly at him. He rolled his eyes as if mocking Glenn. It was at that moment that Glenn realized that he started to rebel and at the same time shouted loudly, "He must be the culprit, Mr. Narendra. Not me, Sir." "What do you say? Mr. Narendra was the one who reported this case, Mr. Glenn." Glenn was surprised but when he saw Narendra's face that looked so satisfied, he certainly knew that his bastard cousin was indeed the perpetrator of the murder. Glenn couldn't have guessed wrong. He said again, "I didn't kill him. I didn't even know that he was killed, Sir. I was framed. Of course he reported it. He wanted to frame me." "You can say it at the police station," said the policeman. "But sir. I-"
"Neither," Glenn said with certainty. Pranoto looked at Glenn with a surprised look, "What do you mean, Young Master? You didn't choose either?" "Yes," Glenn answered firmly. "But, Young Master. If you don't run away now, you will be jailed for a case you shouldn't be responsible for." "I know that." Pranoto stammered, "You can encounter unexpected things in there, Young Master. We don't know what Narendra Brawijaya has prepared in there, Young Master." "I also know about that. I will deal with it.” The forty year old man looked even more irritated. He said carefully so that Glenn would understand that the path he was taking was very risky, “Young Master, your life could be in danger in prison.” "My life is always in danger, even outside the prison. It doesn't matter. I can get through it." Pranoto lost his spirit. He did not understand the train of thought of his former master's son. Even though he had prepared the two plans carefully and was ready with all the risks he had
"I hope the gift is in accordance with what you think, son." Satria smiled slyly at his son. "Of course, Father. I always know what you think and want," Narendra replied confidently. His gaze was full of confidence. Satria nodded, feeling so satisfied and calm. He thought his son's plan must be very good. "You are indeed a proud son, Rendra," said Astuti happily. Meanwhile, on the other hand, the youngest son of the Astuti and Satria Brawijaya couple, namely Arnold Brawijaya, had just arrived in front of the police station where Glenn was detained. In such haste, the young man whose face was slightly pale entered the police station. He felt so relieved because not a single journalist was seen there. Whereas, he was worried if he had to deal with journalists. Because, at this time he did not have bodyguards guarding him. He would be very troubled if facing reporters alone. "I want to meet Glenn Brawijaya," said Arnold to a police officer. "Please fill in the data first, Sir."