Money Or Honey
Episode 11: Misdirection

“Awww..”

Hiyola clenched both hands, shutting her mouth. His eyes opened wide, trying to laugh in the darkness there, finding out who had just screamed.

A shadow began to approach from the darkness, Hiyola took a dash to run.

“Who's there?”

There's no answer. The man continued to approach, though it was not clear in his right hand that there was an object.

Hiyola's mind started to go awry. He thought maybe it was a knife, wanted to run but was curious as well.

Is it possible that this is how the cast of the triller film feel when they are pursued by assassins, which often makes us the audience so upset unclear? God, what the hell do I think I am?

Hiyola had already taken a run, but how surprised she was when the one that appeared was Robrth. The man walked over while rubbing his forehead with a face of pain.

“Mr Roberth?” Hiyola breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he did not run away like a fool.

“Oh yes God! You almost killed me!” roberth's strangulation showed the cream-colored Heels that Hiyola thought was the knife.

Hiyola closed her mouth again.

“Oh, sorry sir.” The reply was clumsy, then grabbed the Heels earlier and put it back on.

“What are you doing here? Are you out of your mind?” roberth looked around the road.

Hiyola frowned, “What's the problem, sir?” Hiyola still did not understand.

“It's the way to the forest.”

Hiyola jumped in shock, she really did not know that this was the way to the forest. “To the forest?” repeat with eyes open and eyebrows raised in shock.

“Befit from earlier did not find his way out.”

Although embarrassed by misdirection, Hiyola deliberately scolded Robert. He was still reluctant to see Robert's face, let alone the incident as if it turned back in his head.

“Sorry about my family.” Robert looked at Hiyola's face avoiding her.

Hiyola felt astonished, This roberth is actually a man who how. Sometimes good, sometimes annoying, sometimes indifferent, sometimes caring.

“How did you find me in sisni?” Hiyola ignored Robert's apology. If you think normally Roberth should be in the right direction towards the city, not here with him. Moreover, the man did not use the car.

“i am far behind, and follow you from home.” Robert answered, pressing the last two words.

“Why did you follow me? Did I tell you not to follow me?”

“I'm your master here, so you have no right to govern.”

Hiyola was dumb, free to talk to Robert. The man always managed to load Hiyola happy and irritated at the same time.

Eh, wait! So, she heard all my chatter from earlier?

“So master..”

Robert nodded with his eyes closed. “Yes, I heard all his.” His reply was as if he could read Hiyola's mind.

Hiyola frowned asking again how Roberth could read his thoughts. And again Robert answered.

“Picture clear on your face.” Said Robert with his index finger which he circular movements around his own facial line.

“I won't apologize, for that.”

Roberth nodded with his mainstay flat face, “ I understand.”

Hiyola then left, passing through Robert, back to the right way, but as soon as possible Robert grabbed Hiyola's wrist.

“Your legs don't hurt? You were raving about the bad shoes and the evil dress. Oh yeah, don't forget about, sir ja-“

“Sorry!" Regretting Hiyola for her presumptuous attitude. "Master need not worry, my legs are fine.” continued but still standing in place.

“Who said I was worried? I just don't want you running away from your responsibilities.”

Hiyola snorted, her face looking extremely annoyed. He should have known better than anyone that this man was the one who was least likely to care about him.

“Basic bad guy!” hiyola's lips were soft, very slow but still clearly heard in Robert's ears.

“Do not comment much!”

Robert drew Hiyola's hand to sit beside her. They sit on the roadblock. Robert gently took off Hiyola's shoes. Not very clear, he took out Hiyola's phone from his pocket, then handed the phone to the owner. The cell phone that Hiyola left when she got out of the car.

“Stupid basis! At least grab your phone just left.” Ketus Roberts.

Hiyola took her phone a little gasp. Robert is not so bad. But, how could any woman leave him? It's a stupid woman.

“What are you thinking? Light the flashlight!” ketus Robert again. Hiyola just praised him.

I'm errat....! You're Kimberly's smart woman! right to leave this bad guy.

Hiyola then turned on the phone flashlight with a slight sneer, directing the light to her feet.

Robert began to move Hiyola's legs to see her condition. The man was surprised not to play because he saw the skin of Hiyola's ankle that had been peeled off.

“You just took off your shoes after two hours of walking? Are your senses dead?” nagging Roberth while gently rubbing other parts that are reddened and swollen.

Seeing Robert's treatment, Hiyola recalled his father.

Robert is just like his father. It wasn't because of High Heels. Hiyola was about 9 years old. He was angry exactly as Robert did. At that time his father was angry because Hiyola continued to injure himself by falling many times from the bike, even though he had been told to stop first but, because stubborn, Hiyola continued his activities, Hiyola continued his activities, and falling so as to produce wounds in the same place.

Oh, considering the father, the feeling that had been good enough returned to blurk. For whatever reason he missed his father.

He misses the presence of his father to hug him and says that everything will be fine. Although nothing is ever okay, Hiyola misses her father's tranquilizing sentence.

Robert who was checking Hiyola's condition immediately blew a bruise on Hiyola's leg. The man even slightly bent his body then blew a soft bruise on Hiyola's leg. Unfortunately a little treat sweet it makes some of Hiyola warm up.

His eyes were back in the mirror, he missed Miona and Aunt Alya very much as well.

“What hurts?” Robert asked, looking up at Hiyola as his hand touched Hiyola's soft bruised ankle.

Hiyola nodded then lowered her head deeply. “Sick once!” his complaint blinked several times, hoping that the clear circles that had soared in the eye fertilizer did not spill.

“Sick...” sahut her again

“Very sick...” repeated her many times hoping that all the pain she felt could disappear. Not a pain in his legs, but a tightness in the recesses of the heart. The burden that he has been carrying lately is getting heavier. Life is so cruel that it takes everyone he loves, and gives it to strangers.

In the end, without being prevented again, Hiyola's tears just flowed. His shoulders trembled with irregular breaths, his hands continuously hitting his own chest as it was unable to withstand the agonizing tightness.

“My feet hurt so much...” shrewd Hiyola, lying.

“Sick once, sir..”

“Why can it hurt this much?” With a hiccup, with a smug and tired face Hiyola stared at the face of Robert who was almost lost in the darkness.

“Why do they treat me like that, sir? What's my fault? I don't even have the right to my own life, so what are their rights?” Racau Hiyola is still a hiccup.

"Over my life, people always say that I'm nothing, do you know what you guys are about my life?" with both hands, Hiyola covered her own face and tried to muffle her voice.

Robert could not deny that his family and Kimberly were guilty of this. If he knew it would be like this, he wouldn't have brought Hiyola to the meeting, because all Robert could do was gently stroke Hiyola's back which continued to tremble hoping that the girl could calm down a little.

This looks like it's going to be a long night…

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