The Beauty Inside: Stealing The First Kiss, Get a Wife Chapter 221
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'Don't be fooled'
'My sister is very good at hiding her feelings'
'I'm often deceived, particularly you'
'Aruna doesn't care about herself. She'll choose based on the good for many people'
A man, who was trying to find out where his wife was, was like a detective who sought puzzles from every piece of information he could get.
His face was no longer as fresh as it used to be. Dark eye bags were shown. It couldn't be avoided. He had trouble sleeping almost every night and chose to find out every possibility that existed.
If only he had still been the CEO of the DM Group that he already left now, it'd be very easy to find Aruna. But he couldn't do it right now. He had to hide from his grandfather's people.
Hendra's last resort was to sneak around the office belonging to Aruna's older brother. He'd been doing the same thing for two days. Unfortunately, Anantha was very difficult to approach. Let alone being followed.
That man looked like him. He was too busy with work and even spent the night in the office. Anantha was the type of person who didn't come home every day.
In his boredom waiting for Anantha outside the office, Hendra rode his motorbike. He tried to look for the spirit to survive.
He visited the place he'd visited with Aruna, the bridge where he screamed and begged God not to answer the prayer of the girl he loved.
The blue-eyed glued and stood there for a long time: _God.. Please return my wife to me. I have nothing but her_
_Just take everything but not her_
His prayer was still about the woman who had melted his heart. Hendra persisted when other people might feel tired of the marriage that was fought for only by one person.
"Sir. Sorry. You can't stop here". A patrol officer approached him. Hendra forgot that it wasn't night like it used to be.
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"Please leave now or I'll write you a ticket".
"Sorry". The blue-eyed sped up his motorbike and headed for another place he could remember.
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"Hendra, where are you?". Surya called him. Using his headset, Hendra heard Surya's voice as he accelerated the motor.
"I'm still on my way. Hery is in front of Anantha's office". He answered along with the wind that blew every word he spoke.
"When I was shopping downstairs, I saw your grandfather's people hanging around the shopping center". Surya gave information, indicating that the Sky Tower was no longer a safe place.
"Where are you now?".
"I'm trapped in the mansion".
"Take some of the things we need, including my and Hery's stuff. Get out of there. We'll find another place".
"I can't, Hen! I've tried it. My car is guarded by them".
"Oh, shit".
"We must get out of town if you don't want to get caught". Surya said. That man's words made sense.
"No need to bring anything. Wear disguises. Try your best to get out of the building. Pick up Hery first". Wiryo's grandson rode his motorbike faster.
"Let's meet somewhere. I'll share the location later".
_I must visit that place before leaving this town_
"Alright".
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The blue-eyed stared at the empty building that was no longer in use. The place that was worn out and away from the crowds was clearly shown in front of his eyes.
Walking down the stairs to the top floor felt so nostalgic. There were Aruna's footsteps walking and running a little. The way that girl was running made her hair fly into the air several times.
Her smile led the way to a strange place that the blue-eyed didn't like. It had made the man changed his mind about leaving.
"I have a surprise for you".
"Come on.. Just come along".
"Hendra, let's go!! You might like this place later. You'll see".
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Reluctantly, the man sat and watched her paint on the wall.
She painted H E N D R A.
The graffiti of his name. Hendra needed to look at the work of his wife's tiny hands to find ammunition to survive all the problems he was currently facing.
"Hello, Hendra. It's me, Aliana..". This man had just arrived upstairs where his name was engraved when he got a call from Aruna's sister.
"Yeah, I know".
"Hen.. Don't use this number again. Those people came to our apartment and…".
"Yes.. Hello..". Hendra was a little confused when he heard Aliana's words suddenly cut off.
"Argh. Why did you guys snatch it? I haven't finished talking to Hendra!!". At the other end, there was a commotion.
"Miss, you can't speak like that!". Someone else's voice was heard on the phone.
"You were the one who said that! I must call him and talk to him!".
"You can't say that!".
"So what?!". Aliana was arguing, not sure with whom.
Hendra walked angrily to the edge of the building.
"Hello, young master! Sir.. Please listen to me. Young master…".
The cellphone was thrown as far as possible from the owner's hand.
Luckily, he had time to send the location to his loyal friend, Surya.
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While waiting for Surya's arrival, Hendra closely observed the graffiti of his name.
H E N D R A
Why was there a mixture of different colors?
Why were the letter E and some of the lines in other letters different?
The man approached, touching his wife's graffiti.
"Ah. It's not just 'Hendra' writing". Then that man backed away and looked more closely.
The different colors were in the letter E, the corner of the N that pointed up, the letter D which at first glance looked like an O, the straight leg of the letter R and…
The letter A. The first leg was perpendicular to the bottom, not tilted like usual.
If those different colors were taken and arranged together: E V O I I
"Wait. What does it mean?".
"EVOLI?? What's evoli?".
E V O L I
_When read from right to left?!_
I L O V E
"Huh… What??".
_If everything's assembled_
I L O V E (read from right to left)
H E N D R A (read from left to right)
Based on color.
"I LOVE HENDRA".
"Damn you, Aruna!".
"Argh! What kind of woman are you, Aruna?!".
"Damn it! Why are you hiding your feelings?".
That man hit the graffiti of his name so many times until the thumping sound was so loud.
"Argh.. Damn you..".
In his tiredness of facing all the problems that came repeatedly, that man found the riddle of a woman's heart that was difficult to guess.
Aruna loved him, not anyone else.
The blue-eyed man touched the writing of his wife's tiny hand. He wiped the tears in the corner of his eye.
_Please wait. I'll find you_
I love you too.
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THE END
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