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One sentence reported by his men, the news if the man did not find Lula in the school area makes Frans immediately leave the meeting room. He wanted to look for Lula's whereabouts, considering that the girl had already turned into his responsibility.

Why should Jony pick up Lula, why not just me, anyway! the sentence of the question also peppered, making guilt slowly appear in Frans.

It's not really Frans' fault. He was already unlikely to delay the meeting that actually had to be held yesterday. And yesterday knew for herself, she had to sacrifice her meeting time to be able to cancel Lula's date with her lover.

Frans tightened his grip on the steering wheel. He tried to calm down when the car he was driving was stuck in traffic. Then his net combed into the dashboard, where his hand had just stripped Lula's phone there. "where are you!" it was not a question, but rather a sentence of complaint from his heart. “What is he back at Grandpa's house?” the clues that tell where Lula's whereabouts continue to stick out. Feeling the protester was right, Frans changed the direction of his car to Lula's grandfather's house.

Perhaps by pretending to want to take the items left behind, Frans was able to find Lula's current position. Hope Grandpa Ken isn't suspicious of Lula's current disappearance.

However, Frans could only swallow the disappointment pill. In that luxurious mansion he did not find Lula at all. He was soon ready to bring a fake object that was used for reasons to come.

Frans's steps grew weaker as he exited the mansion. Yes, his efforts did manage to enter Ken's grandfather's house. Unfortunately, the results obtained are not in accordance with the expectations.

Arriving in the car Frans was breathing rough. Fidgety vibrations began to perch as the sunlight slowly dissipated, changing with darkness that was clearly visible to some of the lights that had been lit.

The ringing of a lit voice call made Frans pull over his car. Seeing Silvya's name on the screen, Frans immediately answered the voice call.

“I'm already on the porch of your new home! Where are you?” greet the woman opposite the call, shortly after the call is connected.

“I'm still on the road. Sil, sorry, we postpone the meeting again. The problem is, his son again does not exist, he even ran away.” Frans reluctantly explained to the prospective private teacher Lula who wanted to help the girl.

“Barin is off! and now you want to cancel again? You think I have time to make your next request?”

“Quietly, Sil ... Whatever you ask I will give it. But you solved my cousin's problem first.” Frans tried to explain. It's impossible to say that Lula was his little wife to his old schoolmate, because all they knew was that Frans was married to Priscilla.

“Good. Tomorrow I will come again and discuss the payment issue.”

Frans mende-sah was upset, after the call was closed. All this because Lula, if the girl wanted to wait a little while at school, surely the meeting with her private teacher went well.

Frans continued on his way home. He had planned to contact the contact on Lula's phone when he arrived home. Who knows, one of them is with Lula.

Frans' car arrived home at exactly 7 p.m. Without wanting to waste any more time, Frans immediately opened the call log. The top row is named Elkan. Frans called the man.

Unfortunately, Elkan was confused because he happened to not attend school today. Frans even immediately turned off his call without intending to explain to Elkan.

His first call failed, he did not find Lula. Frans' fingers are busy opening the call log on Lula's phone. There's no other name than Levin. "Priscilla's cousin?" muttered. "But they could be both." Frans remembered the incident that morning, when Levin approached Lula.

A moment later, Frans presses on Levin's name contact who knows Lula is with him. If that's true, then he'll pick up Lula himself.

“Hallo ... What's up?” said the man across the call in a nasal tone, as if he did not like being on the phone by Lula.

“Hallo, Om just wanted to ask, is Lula with you?” Without further ado, Frans said he meant to call using Lula's phone.

However, Levin did not respond at all, making Frans even more suspicious of him. “Hallo Levin! Tell me where you are, I'll pick up Lula!”

“Om also does not understand. He hasn't come home from school. Om worried! Today he did not bring his phone.”

“Anjir! Play matiin only!” frans as his call was cut off unilaterally. Upset, because Levin was being disrespectful to her.

Anxiety reluctantly goes, it is precisely the sense that it increases with the clockwork that continues to move to the right. Frans decides to contact Rainer. Who knows, that guy's gonna help find Lula. Well, whatever the risk, Frans felt ready to accept it, because it was his fault.

"She, what?" ask Rainer.

"Where?"

"No need to talk! tell me you want to go now, waste my time!"

It seems Rainer understood the permanence, in order to dampen Rainer's outburst, Frans slightly distanced his phone. "Lula hasn't come home .. from school." Frans immediately receives a rude swearing from across the call, he accidentally lets Rainer abuse him, realizing that this is indeed his fault.

"If you can't take care of Lula give it back to me!"

The word can't be thrown Rainer as if slapping Frans, there is a sense of not being said like that. "Rain, calm down I'll find Lula. I'll get it tonight!" frans said he was trying to defuse Rainer's anger. Then disconnect the call, not wanting to make his friend even more angry.

Frans is getting more restless as the day gets late, let alone enjoy dinner, to drink water just feels so difficult. He kept thinking about Lula's current existence. He was worried that the events of 9 years ago had happened again.

The girl was missing for almost 12 hours. That day she and Priscilla took Lula for a walk. Unfortunately Priscilla who was overwhelmed with jealousy, actually hurt Lula. The woman locked Lula in one of the gondola cages. And Lula was found in a state of high fever, even his face was almost no flowing blood flow, deathly pale.

From that day on, Frans felt that Lula's life had changed drastically. The girl had an acute trauma. Even Lula was unable to meet with outsiders, and caused her to be unable to attend school for several months. That's what made Lula stay in class.

Ever since that great tragedy happened, all the great families have been so indulgent to Lula. Even to learn, they never demanded it. Like letting Lula do what she wants. And the result, Lula ignored the lessons, until it became a habit until now. Still mending if Lula with Ken's grandfather who is stricter in terms of education. The man wants Lula to be successful and not be humbled by the men out there.

The hour hand has shown at nine past fifteen minutes. Frans who was about to step up the stairs was forced to undo his intentions when he heard the roar of the motor stop in front of the house.

Frans changed course, approaching who's driving Lula home tonight. Her guilt melts, alternating with flames of anger when she sees Lula being ushered in by the man who picked her up that morning. He knows very well, because the motor used is still the same.

“Thank you, yes.” his ears are able to hear Lula say that while giving his helmet to the motor driver. He was getting annoyed to see Lula smiling kindly at the man.

“Ink, Lula!” frans' orders, strictly. Preventing Lula from doing anything more desperate.

“Hai, Dad? Good night ...” Sapa Lula without the slightest guilt. He seemed not to see the tinge of anger that was so visible on Frans's face. He just walked in, passed Frans. No matter what Frans did to Levin.

“Open your helmet!” frans orders when he sees the man still on his motorcycle.

Frans grew increasingly emotional when he saw the man was Priscilla's cousin, his hands clutching the tip of the jacket Levin was wearing. “Do not get close to Lula! Once again I see you taking him away! I can also do desperate!” upset, because Levin's time on the phone told him he wasn't with Lula. But in fact, the man actually took Lula on a motorcycle.

“Om should have told LULA that, not me! He who approached me first!” Levin answered equally tightly, making Frans' emotions soar. He wanted to punch Levin in the face, but it was embarrassing to have to fight with a snot boy like him.