Jebran is a mysterious man.

I hugged my hands deeply as if I was being closed by a narrow room I couldn't breathe.

However, it was all just an illusion that froze in an instant. Jebran turned his body back and looked straight at me.

Right in front of me, this handsome man stood above my tall body.

I thought deeply, 'What is he going to do? Why is he so handsome?!'

Jebran raised his eyebrows and started to say, "No wonder Dilan likes you are quite beautiful!"

'Ah! What?' I was surprised by what he said.

"Are you guys dating?" asked Jebran.

"Huh! What do you mean?" I started to wake myself up and was acting a little weird.

"What are you saying? Dating, you mean?! Weird!" Kelitku looked away and then dodged.

Jebran straightened his position. Then looked at me from behind.

"Ahem!" he snorted.

I turned around while looking at him, "Help me, sir! Let me save this case. Maybe, this will be my history in completing an unusual task." I furrowed my brows to confirm the decision.

Jebran crossed his arms without his friendly expression.

"Fortunately, you are Dilan's girlfriend. Otherwise, I will not forgive you!" snapped Jebran.

"Hey, sir! I'm not his girlfriend," I said.

"Can you be polite to your boss?!" Jebran grumbled and raising his eyebrows.

Now, his eyes are no longer playing with a smile instead of turning to a gaze that challenges me. I swallowed my saliva down to the tip of my throat and dared my attitude at first was indeed brave.

"You started it. I'm a little uncomfortable with you. How can your young and cruel age have to be the leader in the office," I replied?

"You?!!" Jebran groaned and raising his index finger.

"I just want to ask for your blessing to allow me to cover this news in general," I begged as I started walking towards the door.

"Wait!" said Jebran casually.

When the short words felt burdened by me to step, I forced myself to look at him.

"Dilan asked me to take care of you. And I won't let you get hurt because of this case," he said, lowering his head and slowly lifting his chin.

His face looked at me seriously. His thick eyebrows look so stunning! He was the man that no one would reject.

"So you will let me?" I asked again.

"With one condition!" he said.

"What's that?" I asked.

"Always call me if you need help!" he asked.

"How is that possible? Do you have a gun or something?" my joke.

"Hey, instead of thanking you, you jump!" Jebran grumbled to raise his voice.

"Oops! Sorry about that, hi hi ..." I giggled while speeding up the walk.

I closed the door to the room slowly. My laugh still stuck in my mouth. I wanted to laugh out loud but was afraid of sin.

Anindira passed while looking cynically at me. With sexy clothes like a model, he stepped forward into Jebran's room. I ignored the woman and walked away as if I didn't see anyone.

***

        Between so far away, you can see the figure of a tall man standing upright thick leather jacket with shiny hair.

He violently kicked a man in front of him.

A ruthless men gathering's in a dark room. Mehmed smirked at the man with a discarded cigarette butt and stomped on it roughly.

"Useless man!" shouted Mehmed.

"You ordered that thug to kill that woman. Then, my son will come with the pretentious cops there. Then, what will I get after the case reveals? Huh! Come on, tell me quickly!!" snapped Mehmed pressing the man's stomach with his shiny shoes.

"Ah!" groaned the man in pain.

"I-I'm sorry, Master!" said the man wincing in pain.

"That's good! As good as your forehead?! I want you to fix this problem. Bring your alibi to get caught by the police or, I'll make you regret it. Remember! You still have a wife and children to support!" Mehmed started threatening the already overwhelmed man. His rough and ruthless looks will not forgive the man.

Then who was the woman who was killed?

"Bring him inside! Make him suffer as much as possible!" Mehmed ordered brandishing a cigarette butt. The weak man into a room.

"Damn it! If that woman doesn't fight back, our efforts will not fail. But the man is such an asshole! That woman knows my son," grumbled Mehmed.

"Then what should we do, sir?" asked one of the men with short, tall, thin hair, of course, dark skin.

"Check the people there! Make sure no one escaped after the murder. If someone acts, someone must be held accountable!" Mehmed ordered casually.

"Okay, I'll keep an eye on them," said the skinny one.

Mehmed began to settle down in the middle of the room.

With white lights illuminating the middle of the room only, His eyes began to focus on the walls of the room.

His anger immediately faded and returned to a frown and frown.

He reached for a photo from his jacket pocket and, that's a picture of me, Emira's held by dad. His eyes began to stare at the medium image.

"Forgive me, Emira. I didn't mean to hurt you at that time. But, I didn't know what to do? But now I'm better. I have my own business and start to control it myself. I want to hug you, but I'm too shy to meet you," said Mehmed with a sad expression.

Funny to see his father's behavior shedding his tears.

She can't cry like a girl. And only felt the inner sadness that seemed to pierce him.

I am here and continue to be here, Dad. But, you hurt my love which turned me into the wisest person. You managed to make me stubborn.

I don't need dad anymore. Mother is the same. Mom won't let me look in your face, Dad.

***

I stepped my foot towards the door house with a calm and slightly cheerful expression that is not clear for sure.

I was running and jumping without any good news. My childish behavior is not gone yet.

"Emira," my mother greeted as she stood near the living room wall.

"Yeah," I said, startled.

"Already home?" mother asked.

"Just now, ma'am," I answered in surprise.

"Why, ma'am?" I started to frown as if wondering.

"Have you heard the news of the murder of a woman in the room?" my mother asked.

"Of course, ma'am. I'll cover the news," I said.

"Are you satisfied with the news?" my mother said.

"Why do you ask like that?" I asked.

I started to read all the expressions on my mother's face that looked different than usual.

Someone walked behind my mother's back. My head began to turn towards the body that so intrigued me.

My mother turned around, then showed the curves of the tall and charming man.

The figure of Jebran stood up straight to welcome my return.

"Haa???!" I was stunned by his presence.

How can he be at my house? I turned to my mom started to smiling amused, which has been looking weird.

"Mother, how come?" I surprised.

"Hey, mom, stay for a while," my mom said and leaving us both staring at each other.

He and I looked at each other blankly.

I tried to ask but could only point my index finger at the man slowly.

The cold CEO of Jebran stood holding back his smile when I began to suspect him.

I and him. have not been greeted well. Meanwhile, I'm just an employee who disobeys his orders.

A woman that no one can prevent. However, I always ask permission if I want to do something and be a little begging.

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