The Plan Of Masked Man
Nano-nano Day

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"Get out." the figure commanded firmly and Desi instantly shrieked with a cold voice piercing her eardrum.

Unbeknownst to Desi who had come down from the Lamborghini car, one tiny creature was enjoying so many new games on the terrace of a house with a little girl with her carefree. Looking at the step of the figure that came out of the car, really Desi's eyes almost out, even his two hands reflexively slapped his own cheeks to resuscitate if the one who came down from the car was a human not a god.

An extremely handsome face with a line of charm that instantly made him want to faint yet be held back, but his consciousness returned after feeling an embrace from a hand that was still not quite circular at his feet. In his turn his eyes look down, his sense of longing to look at the cheerful eyes that have always been his solace all this time.

"My dear Hyun." cried Desi while holding the creature attached to her feet with great joy, making the creature fly with laughter that always sounded from her tiny lips.

Some stared at Desi's closeness to the little creature with a gaze of longing and also sadness, his sense of gaze was describing his soul that still needed the affection of a mother. The handsome man who noticed the change in his girl's face immediately carried her owned girl and hugged her tightly and the elusan of the head that made his girl draped both hands on the neck of the handsome man who was now becoming papa nya's.

"Ma, Hyun has a theme. Holee. "cab Hyun while playing Desi's hair who had stopped flying her in the air.

"Waah like her is very exciting, may mama join acquaintance. Mama also has friends." said Desi while scrambling her son's long hair like a Korean man.

"Ayoo Hyun knew ma." Hyun's impatient attraction made Desi very anxious and also happy to see the very charming smile of her son.

Hyun's step, which was only five and a half years old, made Desi compensate him carefully, fearing that his son had fallen because of his spirit. Desi's only look at his beloved son is not in the front, who wants his son to go until Desi's gaze changes then his eyes bulged and felt hanging.

*God, what other test is this? One man is gone for me, but this god came down from heaven. Doesn't his place fit in Khayangan? Or is this god just walking?* devil inner Desi and ravishing little mouth Hyun who was already foaming introduced her new friend.

"Ekhem! Look at your son who is ready to cry." dehem the man looked at Desi and turned his gaze in front of Desi whose face was now reddened and his eyes were glazed.

"Hyun, big brother is here so don't cry. Let's play together again, will you?" invite a girl who immediately acts like a real sister by stalling her right hand.

"Hyun wants to." Hyun replied cheerfully, making his red face slowly fade and holding his new friend's hand.

Seeing the closeness of two different age children makes Desi feel something that moistens her cheeks, really her sadness mixed with gratitude to have a child like Hyun. But he knew that his son longed for a father figure that could not be given by him despite praying hundreds of times, his heart was more cornered when he saw two children of different ages happily sharing toys and enjoying time together.

"Watch.Ikutlah!" said the man with a navy blue handkerchief that had a star emblem.

Desi just received a handkerchief and grasped her and her tears were precisely wiped with her white coat, his heart is not willing if dirtying a handkerchief that smells like soothing cool instead stained with salty tears. While following the man on the road with his big steps, of course after the man ordered the servants to look after his daughter and Hyun.

Desi stared at every corner of the room that seemed luxurious just all tightly closed as if not allowing a gust of wind through the house without the permission of the host, it is beautiful and comfortable even though a little makes his mind travel everywhere. Well who will close all the windows with dark curtains when the sun still shows its shape and light and in every corner there is not a single photo that shows who the owner of the house.

"Happy? " ask the man who stopped at the stairs because he did not hear the sound of footsteps behind him and it is true that the single parent woman was researching the state of her house.

"I'm sorry but your house is so beautiful it's just less warm." desi said softly in his last word but the man looked indifferent and just turned back and continued up the stairs to make Desi sing her lips and followed with a little annoyed at being ignored.

The man stopped in a room, after the door knob on the turn now appears a princess tub room with so many dolls of various types and sizes only once again nuansana very empty and like no life in the room his area exceeds that of his son Hyun's room. Desi's face was wrinkled with an eyebrow link as the man gave a cardboard, which was lifted with one hand, seeing no reaction from Desi made the man give a gesture for the woman to take the cardboard in her hand.

"This? " asked Desi confusedly after picking up the half-closed cardboard.

"You're a psychiatric specialist, so be the doctor for my daughter. Just for my daughter and stop working in the hospital" the man said clearly and there was no doubt.

Desi really felt like a tremendous sense of dizziness, stopped working? The work that had been sustaining his life and easily his god man in front of him told him to stop working. Then how will he meet his needs especially Hyun needs that in a few months will definitely need school, he said, by repeatedly opening his eyes and driving away butterflies that are still flying on his head to not realize how his circumstances.

"Aaarrggh." cried Desi as soon as he felt his body drift in a matter of seconds.

Really his sense of disbelief if his god can be as sweet as that even though his face is still cold and his god wants to hold his ala bridle style like a hollywood actor, he said, a moment made Desi forget about her work problems. The man took a glass of water and thrusting with a gesture of eye gaze that increasingly made Desi misbehaved, Desi received the drink and drank it by turning away so that her red face was not visible.

"Ukhuk. ukhuk.." The feeling was very painful after flying back down, by patting his chest to relieve the unpleasant taste of choking on a drink that was like a wrong way in his throat.

"Can I think about it again? " ask Desi carefully because noah why her feelings are a little bad and there is something that disturbs her mind.

Not his answer but the man actually left the princess' room and let Desi gawk with the magic attitude of the stray god, but now the tail of Desi's eyes staring at the cardboard that was already beside her. With a mixed sense of doubt and curiosity, in his open cardboard that is only half covered.

The cardboard contained stacks of colorful sheets of paper with scribbles that had to be studied with concentration, hands of outstretched Desi picked up the top three sheets of paper that had a red color with black markers, the paper said, white color with red marker and blue color with white marker. Slowly read the scribbles that do make a sentence, the first sentence that immediately makes Desi's neck feel choked and his mind has begun to enter the soul to the doctor in his possession.

"She screamed for mercy, but her gaze asked me to stay hidden and with a loud bite on my bloody lips could only be a silent scream." say Desi in red paper black marker.

"It always welcomes my evening and morning, eyes full of Love but stained" Desi said in the red marker white paper.

"My ears hurt so much listening to the screams of his pain, the pain that keeps my body glued inside the hidden place, his screams as if torturing me mercilessly." say Desi in blue paper white marker.

Only three papers had made Desi think of many possibilities, then his gaze turned into cardboard which still had dozens of color papers. Wanting his taste to immediately read all the color paper was however there was a feeling that greatly made him become uncomfortable with the scratches of markers on the color paper in his hands and inside the cardboard, he said, if the one who wrote was the girl who was with her son that the meaning of her psychiatric child was not good.

Still clasping three color papers in his hand, Desi got up from her seat and ran to reach the open door without a second thought, however, after coming out of the room, his body hit a chest field with a masculine aroma that made Desi's anxiety evaporate instantly and changed with embarrassment because of the fine feathers in front of him and still with a very sweet position to her.

"Daughter won't hurt your son, calm down. Let's continue the conversation that's not over" said the man and let go of the one hand that held Desi from falling.

With a grip in his hand, the man entered his daughter's room again and led Desi who looked down embarrassed and silent to the edge of the bed where there was still cardboard on top of her, the two are now sitting opposite to a cardboard separator that is like his former cardboard instant noodles.

"Take it, your time is only until your footsteps leave the boundary of my land. I'm not going to force it, but my daughter is in desperate need of a special handler not just as her psychiatric doctor but as her friend" said the man, placing a brown envelope on a pile of color paper.

"My daughter only needed affection to heal her trauma but believe me, my daughter never attacked anyone" said the man and got back up from his seat.

"Trauma what's your daughter going through? " ask Desi gently because her doctor's soul is struggling.

"Seeing the abuse in front of his own eyes, when he was very small but my girl still survives to this day because the victim of abuse is the motivation of his life." the man replied after stopping his steps and gazed at the half-open door withholding the rumbling feeling in his heart.

Feeling no more questions made the man leave his daughter's room, without seeing the reaction of Desi who now felt choked without drink and food. Some hit his heart hearing the stray god's answer and now his outstretched hand picks up the brown envelope inside the cardboard, by releasing the rope into a white paper cover that looks as soon as the envelope opens.

"This? "

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hay readers, the author just wanted to tell you that the novel Plan of Masked Man is coming to an end.

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. Although the author does not know how many more episodes, but the author will write the ending according to his groove.

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. Thanks loyal readers read author's work 🥰