My Honorary Owner
Better to Die

"Good work, not in vain I ask for help lo," said Carta to a person who has a high rank in the resilience of the country.

He is Faizal, one of Catra's friends. At first Catra accidentally met him.he told what happened to his sister, Citra. Catra also told me about the plan she had done. It turns out Faizal is also working with several parties to reveal crimes that have been troubling and difficult to eradicate by the authorities.

"We saw after Brigadier General A concealed what the woman could do. All his actions are under suspicion by the officer. The woman could not move freely. Some shipments of illegal goods have been hit, their men have also been caught a lot."

"Gue also wants the brothel under the guise of a cafe and the discotheque to be closed immediately. The place is really not useful at all" Catra said in an annoyed tone.

"It's not helpful but you go to that place often!" faizal said with a mocking smile.

"That's because I'm gathering evidence. If you don't intervene directly, you won't have much evidence to ensnare the rank-and-file criminal!"

"Haha... But have you ever tucked away the butterflies there? How can it be free for sure? Or are any of them opium for you?" ask Faizal full of questions.

Hearing Faizal's words, Catra recalled the woman she had shared the night with.Catra smiled to himself reminiscing about the night.

"Well, he's smiling to himself!" Faizal shook his head looking at it.

"Yes, right. That woman has become an opium to me!" Chirps Catra while remembering the events of that night that she regretted. "Although ... I never remember his face!"

Catra regrets not remembering the face of the woman she spent the night with. She was Lura, Catra only remembered Lura's voice pleading with her. And one thing Catra remembers most is the sanctity of the woman of the night she took away.

Faizal furrowed his brows at Catra's words. The influential man in the defense of the country did not understand what was happening.

"Couldn't you? You can BO him!" Faizal continued.

"He's running!"

"You can find!"

"Where do you want to remember his face!"

"Daddy!"

"May help me find him!"

"Sorry, my job isn't to find the missing woman of the night!"

Catra glanced at Faizal. "Gue pay!"

"Lazy! My job is a lot not just to obey your orders!"

Long talk back they talked about. A mature plan to bend Mamih Rosa has been prepared. Just waiting for time.

***

Elsewhere, Farrel could do nothing. The plan of looking for Lura after she left the rehab turned out to be a figment.

The Farrell family is in mourning. The father died while on a trip Jakarta - Malang. The plane he was on had an accident.

Bu Prita did not accompany him at that time. Because he did not want to leave Farrel who had just returned from rehab.

As the successor of his family. Farrel was charged with continuing their family-owned business. Farrel's father's office had passed to the elected deputy governor. Because that's what should be done.

In his young age at this time, Farrel was forced into circumstances. He had to carry on all the business of his late father. Fortunately there was Mr. Edward, his father's assistant who was willing to help Farrel.

A few months passed. His busyness managing the family business made Farrel forget his initial intentions.

Farrell is the youngest entrepreneur to date. His intelligence cannot be considered ordinary. When still sekola his expertise and cleverness can not be underestimated. In fact, he had already wrestled several fields of business while still in school.

Slowly but surely everything starts to improve. Farrel was getting used to his activities. He went back to college while holding all control of the company. So great is not it, at a young age has become a successful entrepreneur.

"Rel," called Bu Prita to her while Farrel was continuing the pending work at the office. Farrel's mother still looked young and beautiful, but at this time the woman looked restless.

Farrel immediately stopped his work. "Yes, mom!" Then Ms. Prita sat in front of Farrel.

"What's up, Mom?"

Bu Prita took a deep breath then threw it away slowly. "Did you love me, son?"

"Why do you ask me that, now that only mom I have, I'm here and I'm here because of you, Mom!"

Bu Prita was silent for a moment he thought, right now is the right thing to tell Farrel everything.

"Your mother and father had an agreement with someone. We've agreed to betroth you to a woman. And it's obligatory for us to follow, otherwise what we have is seized by it." Bu Prita spoke while bowed down sadly making Farrel turn his head quickly.

"Why is it like that, Mom? Why did you come back to sacrifice me?" farel did not accept.

"We owe them a lot, your Papa was in the running. The company is unstable. Companies need big money. We have to save this business that your Papa built."

Farrel took a deep breath, it was heavy for him. He can't agree to all this.

"Even I haven't been able to make amends to Lura, Mom! I have plunged him into the world of night. I promised in this, I'd accept everything that's inside Lura, once I find her."

Miss Prita shook her head. "You don't go crazy, Rel! What would people say if you were with a woman at night. I won't allow that!" Bu Prita disagreed with Farrel's decision, he glanced beside his body. He saw the fruit knife on the nightstand. An action in his mind. He would rather die than accept Lura.

"But I've made her into a woman of the night, Mom! I traded it for my debt to Mamih Rosa. You guys deliberately buy time, first. I'm just asking you to redeem Lura because she's innocent. But Mom and Dad didn't do it at all. And right now I'm gonna go find her and marry her, no matter what happens to her."

"So you're more concerned with Lura than our lives, our good name, Rel.!" sentak Bu Prita while reaching for the knife beside the nightstand. It just so happened that he had used the knife to cut apples.

Bu Prita pointed the knife in his hand and then showed it to Farrel.

"What mom did! keep the knife out of your hand, Mama!" farrel's Edit.

Miss Prita shook her head. "No, you'd rather die if you don't fulfill your wish, if you keep insisting on your wish. Mama better die!" Mom Prita quickly scratched her wrist.

"Mama," cried Farrel when he saw Bu Prita suddenly collapsed. Fresh blood had already dripped from his wrist.

Farrel quickly raised his mother's body while shouting for the driver.

"Sir Win! Prepare car!" shouted Farrel.

Seriate.

Sorry to all the readers. The author rarely goes up a few days ago. The real world's busyness really can't bolt a thought. The earthquake in Cianjur was worrying because all the families of the husband were there. The author is also raising funds for residents there.

Thank God the husband's family survived..

Sorry for the delay up his new chapter. The author seeks up because there is an obligation to promo duties.

Go to his work..

the story is no less exciting!

Read yes!