Birmingham, 1919
Anger
‘PRAAK!’
George threw his drink to the wall
until broken scattered. He was so angry after being betrayed by Lee
Brothers. Maybe he paid a lot for a disloyal gangster
like those. Gipsy is more important to family than anything else.
“Fooking family!” ogot George.
He moved and immediately prepared a plan
last. He picked up the phone and played some numbers.
“Prepare tiker cruise to Scotland to
two people,” said George.
“Good sir,” answer the voice of his assistant from the connection
telephones.
That day Anne was not going anywhere.
Thomas had been at his base since morning. Anne is now getting in
to his painting studio. He doesn't feel sick anymore. His stomach has started
it looks small, though only a little. Her aura of beauty was getting radiant
from face.
People say that a woman gets prettier when she
she was pregnant, and she was carrying a baby boy. Rather, if
a woman looks dull when she is pregnant, so she is carrying a baby
woman, as if her mother's beauty was absorbed by the baby.
Whatever it is, both men and women, Anne
thomas was looking forward to his arrival.
Anne scratches the brush. On the canvas Anne returned
continue his work pending. He was painting a portrait of himself with
her husband's. Anne in a red dress sits on a chair, while Thomas
the stel is standing behind him. It's almost done, just a final touch.
Brrmmm
Anne stopped when she heard the sound of the engine. Him
storing his equipment then walked towards the balcony and saw who it was
come from there. The car doesn't belong to Thomas. A man also came down
and Anne's eyes were wide.
“George? What is he doing here?” mumbling Anne.
A housekeeper showed up. “Mrs, Sir
George waited in the living room to meet with Madam.”
“Good. Don't tell me he's coming on Thomas,” add
Anne's.
Anne approached George in the living room. George smiled
seeing Anne, but then her smile faded as she looked at Anne's stomach
protrude.
“Thomas shit!” george is in the heart.
“What are you doing here?” ask Anne. “Everything is done,
no?”
George nodded. “Yes, I'm here just to say
farewell greetings.”
Hearing the farewell, Anne felt relieved. However
deep down, Anne felt sorry for George. They used to have been
share a beautiful story together and there is nothing wrong with it. It's just
they are not fools.
“You're going back to Scotland?” ask Anne.
George nodded. “As a sign of friendship, I want to
traveling with. Do you mind? For the last time?”
Anne walked into the dresser and put on her long coat.
An assistant came and helped Anne wear it.
“I want to go out for a while,” said Anne.
“What do I want to take between Madams?” ask the assistant.
“Not necessary. I'll be back in the afternoon, before Thomas comes.
You just prepare dinner,” Anne told her assistant.
George took Anne into his car. In the car, in the car,
George was accompanied by a driver. George and Anne were sitting in the back.
“Where are we going?” ask Anne.
“How about to lake?” replied George.
Anne nodded. “Good. I can't be long.”
“Quiet only.”
George looked at Anne's stomach. Anne felt that look
then stroked his stomach.
“You are pregnant?” ask George.
Anne smiled happily. “Iya.”
George's aura changed. It looks upset and creepy
in Anne's eyes.
“I've always imagined you're pregnant with my son, Anne. Noth
the gangster!” shouted George.
Anne was shocked when George shouted at her like that.
“George! You still haven't realized, either? I'm not who you are. I've been
happy with Thomas, you didn't change my destiny.”
‘PLAK!’
A hard slap landed on Anne's smooth cheek. New first
the time he got a slap from a guy. Not even Thomas
slapped him. Now he knows George's true nature.
“Anne, forgive me.” George was crossing the line.
Anne held her cheek which was hot. He's holding water
his eye. “Let me down here!” exclaim Anne.
The driver just kept running the car. Unheeded
orders from Anne.
“I'm sorry Anne.”.
George pulled a cloth out of his pocket, then
smother Anne with that cloth. Anne had a chance to fight but she finally did not
unconscious inhaled the pungent scent of a cloth that was coagulated into his nose
that's. Anne was unconscious in George's arms.
“Soon way to port!” george's orders to his driver.
***
Thomas got into the house on time. He's looking
Anne went to every room of her house. But he didn't find Anne. When one
the waiter flashed, Thomas immediately stopped him.
“Where is my wife?” ask Thomas.
The servant whose expression was already suspicious finally
answered. “So there was a guest Mr, then the Madam went with him. Madame
said he'd be home before you came, but until now, Madam
not home yet,” obviously the waiter.
Thomas was worried. “Who is that guest?”
“Eh... Mr. George,” replied the waiter.
Soon Thomas returned to his suit and walked out
from his home, he hit his car as fast as he could.