Likened Shadow

The girl was forced to approach and whisper in Hendra's ear. It would be quite embarrassing if Hendra's bodyguard was sitting in front of them.

"Additional point 21. There is no husband and wife relationship in our marriage. Including growing your seeds in my stomach! Not allowed!" Aruna softly whispered.

"Hehehe." Hendra just laughed at Aruna's whisper. This girl was still talking about the same thing.

"Yes... I will consider it first."

"Why? Why should it be considered?" Aruna started to worry.

"If you don't come to my meeting with Riswan, it doesn't matter. Your presence is not something that has a big impact tho."

"What...?? Come on Hendra..." Aruna started begging, whining and tugging at the Wenceslas Group's CEO.

"I said... I... Will… Consider.. It..!!"

"No.. No... You shouldn't consider... You have to agree to it!" Aruna didn't accept it. She bothered this man and even pinched his stomach.

The blue-eyed man became exasperated, grabbing Aruna's waist, approached her and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"You!?? Ah you.. Hendra, get away from me!" Aruna pushed him.

"A big deal must be balanced with a big bait!"

"Can I get a kiss on the lips again?"

"WHAT??" Aruna's eyes widened. She moved her head then hit Hendra in the face.

"Aaargh..." Hendra was in pain.

Hendra then noticed that there was blood flowing from his nose.

Aruna pulled over, moved away to the edge of the car seat at the end. She didn't care at all.

"Find me a pharmacy. My nose is bleeding!"

Hendra's bodyguard immediately sped the car faster. He didn't say much. It seemed that he was used to the absurd behaviour of this prospective husband and wife.

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"Huuh..." One young man felt exhausted by the busy tour schedule.

This young man looked chaotic, mistake after mistake he had made since the afternoon. Some of the notes sung were often missed.

What stood out the most was that he no longer greeted the fans . He looked dazed.

Luckily, a defence slipped from the host's mouth that the star was faced with a hectic pace of activity, perhaps exhausted.

He couldn't be spoken to, including by Pandu, his assistant. The waiting room of the stars wasn't filled with many artists because the event was almost over.

Damar was waiting for his turn to conclude the event the people have been waiting for. He quietly sat there without a word.

When someone arrived, a female solo singer named Sarah greeted him while he was still faithfully observing his phone.

"Hi, nice to meet you."

Nobody didn't know Sarah. She was a child artist who was now active again after all these years.

Danu Umar only smiled. He didn't return the greetings.

"Looks like you're messed up today. Some of your tones are messy." Sarah reminded him.

"I'll fix my last appearance." And he returned to focus on his phone.

This young man was depressed. He was having trouble receiving information about Aruna's viral photo. Worse, a clarification video from her future husband was just released, which was so painful for him.

'Are they this close?'

'Aren't they yesterday faced with a quarrel tragedy?' (at my house).

'How easily do they make up??'

Since the afternoon, his heart has been wondering and not yet dared to conclude, including contacting Aruna.

The solo singer beside him was talkative, Danu Umar didn't hear her.

"What do you think? Do you want to come?" Only that sentence can be heard in his ears.

"Em... Sorry what were you talking about earlier?" Damar asked.

"Hemm... My friends say, you are difficult to approach. Too focused on yourself. Maybe because you are a former novelist so have a mysterious side."

These pleasantries were really tedious in Danu Umar's eyes. He was annoyed.

"Can I have a break? I am messed up because I don't get enough rest. One of them is obeying requests to hear less important conversations."

"What??" This female soloist was shocked.

He was a brave newcomer, considering that an artist must maintain a harmonious relationship with others. And there was an impression of respect for those who were longer in the world of entertainment.

"I'm only offering you an invitation to my birthday party with fellow artist friends. But take it easy the concept is not a birthday. Just get together to have fun and get to know each other."

"Sorry, I'm not interested."

"Yes... it's okay... I hope next time we can talk properly. It looks like you are really tired."

Soon, he was asked to go on stage. As usual, the fans' screams were deafening.

Surprisingly, this eccentric young man uttered an apology, and the following sentence made the fans melt.

* You know why you are there

* I also know why I am here

* All because of a mission

* Don't let yourself forget where you are

* So that I have no trouble finding where I am

* The extent to which we walk, as close as it is to reality

* There is a fort between us, standing firmly separating

And the eccentric young man started playing his guitar, singing, along with the ringing of someone's phone.

The call came after he ventured to ask 'can you explain this for me?'

***

"Ssssttt... eesstt..."

"Hehe..." The blue-eyed man smiled to himself.

Just now, he entered his private hotel room. He put the watch on the device near the bed.

Furthermore, he stretched his collar, pulled his necktie and smiled again—a scary, mysterious smile.

In line with the way, he rolled the tie on the palm of his hand, slowly rotating it, making sure the shadow got closer.

And…

"BRAK !!" He slammed someone's body. The foreign man quickly stood up with a knife in his hand. He was wrapped in buff, perfectly leaving his eyes lit, eager to kill him.

"Have been waiting long, huh?" Hendra greeted the foreign intruder. He looked relaxed, holding a pillow and sitting on the bed.

"Go before I get really angry."

The man, with killing intent, swiftly swung the knife. Hendra blindly lunged. He was even more agile in throwing his pillow to break the man's concentration.

The next few seconds, the blue eyes lit up, even more, pulling the blanket to immerse the hunter in it.

The thick blanket was brutally torn.

Hendra was watching him lose concentration. He caught and locked someone's wrist. The knife fell to the floor, as the intruder's intent hit him.

Hendra almost got hit in the face. But this CEO was very good at dodging, and he had gotten quite a bit of martial arts training since childhood.

He used the advantage of the training now by locking more viciously and then grabbing the attacker's neck, pushing against the wall, and mercilessly suffocating it.

"Tell me who YOUR SENDER is!!"

The foreign intruder ignored Hendra's warning. With a slow-motion, he grabbed something from his pants pocket.

The blue-eyed man knew it, and he swung his knees.

The foreign man's stomach was hit mercilessly. Hendra let him fall on the floor. He was rolling in pain.

It was easy for the Wenceslas Group's CEO to pick up something hidden in his attacker's pocket.

"Hahahaha." Hendra horribly laughed. He found out that the strange man was carrying poison for himself.

The laughter terrified the person in front of him.

This intruder was already facing multiple assassination missions but nothing was this relaxed.

The Wenceslas Group's CEO was his main mission tonight, the night that made him face fear because the victim was more terrible than the assassin.

Hendra shifted the chair, sat back and relaxed while throwing a small bottle of poison.

"I allow you to run, tell your sender to bring in even more experts. Haha..."

"Or... Just drink the poison and let me watch it."

Hendra grinned. This intruder could strike back, given that energy was slowly recovering. Somehow, the intruder mentally lost. The look of threat to Hendra turned to horror.

With a stagger, the intruder ran as fast as he could, looking for a way to quickly get away from the potential victim who has now turned into a potential killer.

"Pradita!" Hendra called the unit on the D floor.

"Make sure the man in the black jacket who came out of my room is caught by your camera."

Pradita just woke up, but he had a team that monitors the Information Technology centre room 24 hours a day.

This D floor IT leader connected Hendra's phone to the big screen in front of his subordinates. He immediately ran towards the place.

A moment later, he asked Raka to send a scout to his attacker, the one who was even more skilled than his grandfather's team that they could easily obtain information about the perpetrators.

Unfortunately, he was only contract murder, and was still in deep search to find out who paid for it.

***

'So beautiful.' Someone's smile flared up perfectly.

"Wow... Looks like I need to give a bonus to Surya. I have succeeded in making my future wife this beautiful." Hendra left his chair, walked slowly toward Aruna, who was standing stiff.

For Aruna, she was like a toy that had just been cleaned, made up, then presented to please Wenceslas young master.

What a perfect logic fit in this girl's brain. The young master looked very happy.

Aruna wore a long sleeve midi dress with a dangling knee-length skirt. She was embellished with jewelled earrings on the ears.

Ah, she got a matching ring with her earrings today. Oh 'don't miss the handbag with the sky brand.

One more annoying thing she had to wear was the wedge shoe model, which she got after arguing for a long time with Mahendra's secretary.

Aruna put on a lazy face.

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