The Bodyguard's Secrets
87. Shirakhi San

Five days in a room without any clarity. Khaisan began to lose patience and wanted to be free soon. However, the man did not once look his nostrils back.

The servant old man despite being nice, was very strict about his loyalty. There was no useful speech for Khaisan explaining where his boss was.

Sayup sounded a firm step that sounded different than usual. Not the step of the servant old man with his trolley push. The steps were getting closer to the room. Khaisan immediately confirmed his sitting position to be more upright.

Ceklerks

The appearance of the masked and black-clothed man was still the same. However, Khaisan remains convinced that she is Philips, Andres' perverted girlfriend.

"What's your goal??!" tanya Khaisan was hard and sharp without a stale ado, already lost her patience.

"Be my man!" The man walked closer. Answering the same without a stale base.

"I don't want to!" Khaisan quickly replied.

"You're going to die!" The man had stopped and was standing in front of Khaisan's hand-chain binding pole.

"Who are you working with?!" ask Khaisan.

"You're getting interested? Are you afraid of dying??" the man asked, sounding mocking. Khaisan was silent with his sharp gaze.

"You know, my men have saved you from death. You snaked it here. Reply my kindness. I need a strong man like you to control my business" said the masked man.

"I'm not interested in any of your ill-gotten business. I already have my own business. The income from my inn was no less. I don't want to be too greedy for the world. What's it all for, if I die a dime I can't take it!" Khaisan said sharply and firmly.

"You can pass it on to your descendants. Don't you want to marry the woman you like??" ask the man who is sitting in bed.

"Why think of an inheritance for my descendants? They will seek and own their own treasures. I do not worry about the sustenance given by my Lord" said Khaisan firmly.

"You're really not interested? This business has thousands of dollars in revenue every night. It's already running and you're keeping an eye on it" said the masked man.

"Business how is it?" tanya Khaisan was impressed.

"This is the most expensive prostitution in Indonesia, as well as in Southeast Asia" the man said, standing back.

"So, you're the prostitution owner who used my inn those nights??" ask Khaisan sharply.

"You still mind??" ask the man.

"I don't want to. Just shut down your perverted prostitution business like that. It really harmed my inn!" Khaisan said loud and firm.

"So you're persistent in resisting? You chose to lose your life? You don't want to marry your woman? If you take my offer, I'll make sure your woman enjoys her freedom and you'll freely embrace her. You can marry her faster too." The man spoke in a threatening tone.

"Don't I tell you, I can marry her by having proof of your heresy. Andres was very afraid that his deviation was leaking and spreading." Khaisan.

"Did you forget where you were? You're under my control, what can you do??!" the man was annoyed.

"Do you really not know God?! I will be free and safe at any time. I believe and do not fear your threat, Philips," said Khaisan firmly, provoking the truth of the man's name.

"You prepare well. You better die, you're so pointless. I'll return your death to the man who wanted you. Your lodge will mess with me and it will be mine. Your woman, will remain shackled with her bad luck until she too dies after you," said the masked and bespectacled man coldly.

"Fuckers!! Fucking shit!!" Khaisan cursed loudly by exclaiming. Not only that, Khaisan pelted Philips with his leather shoes.

Dugh!

Khaisan's chest was so sore, Philips had kicked heavily in his chest. However, Khaisan took the opportunity to snatch Philips' leg. Now the masked and bespectacled man who continues to stick in the nose, is strangled with his legs gripped by Khaisan's left hand. The man was lying on the floor with his feet on top.

"You dare? You're fighting me? You really don't have any gratitude. There's no need to wait for my guy to turn you off" said the allegedly strong man is Philips.

He had taken out a small senpi-firearm from the pouch in his pants. Pointing the senpi straight at Khaisan.

"You pray until the count of my three" he said coldly.

Khaisan knew the man never messed around. He also began to count. Even his legs were so strong with horses holding back. Khaisan did not manage to stomp his feet.

However, the man just let his legs jerk. Keep counting cold. Khaisan admitted that he was a strong man.

When the man mentioned the count to two, the hard-thinking Khaisan unintentionally looked at the toe he was gripping.

Very surprised, his three toes were absent. It's just the base of the finger and it's not flat. Khaisan believes that his disability is not a birthmark. Very shocked, he looked at the man whose lips had already mentioned the number three.

"Shan shirakhi, is it,,?" khaisan said with slightly trembling lips. Between hard and surprised.

Prangs!!

Monalisa's painting, attached to the wall, falls with the glass scattered. The man had shot right in his hanger.

"Who are you??!" sniff the man hard. That question made Khaisan sure of his conjecture. Philips is the eldest son of the uncle who has been declared missing by his family and the Japanese police. He is Khaisan's oldest cousin, Shirakhi.

"I'm Khaisan. Ahmed Tauji's eldest son" Khaisan said, lowering the long leg from his grip.

"You??" said the strong man dumbfounded. Then stand up quickly to stand up straight again.

"You're the missing boy?" the question is back to Khaisan.

"I'm never missing. My parents did put me in my grandmother's and grandfather's house in Indonesia. I'm not missing" Khaisan said straighten out.

"You've been this big, Khaisan," said the man flatly. His hands extended towards Khaisan's face and cupped his jaws.

"I'm sorry. It was a big mistake. But, it's true that I sabotaged you from him. If not, you're dead." The man had pulled out his hand and no longer held Khaisan's jaw.

"What do you mean he's Andres? You're Philips?" tanya Khaisan. The man approached Khaisan's face.

"I'm sorry again. I feel lucky not to kill you. I will never harm you again. If possible, I'll make it easy for you, Chan," said the man.

"Take it this is your dream. Don't talk about anything later on about me. I'm sorry, Chan" the man whispered.

Unable to be surprised, very quickly, the man had scooped up Khaisan's face. Instantly Khaisan lost consciousness, which then the man swiftly held Khaisan's body to sit on the sofa.

*Chan, affectionate call to close relatives in Japan.

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