The Plan Of Masked Man
Incision sheet

"May I know, what kind of asthma? If half my heart belongs to him, then this heart belongs to you. Give me the answer, why my heart beat is racing like a wild race." Icha said in a soft tone but still I can hear.

AK fell silent for a moment, and let go of Icha's hand. The departure of AK made Icha's face sad and bowed. A book appeared in front of Icha. Icha's trembling hand was still firmly receiving the book. "Read on! I still have a job."

For a moment Icha glanced at what AK was doing. The book in his hand seemed to be his own allure. The return of consciousness, made Icha force her body to sit and lean against the wall. No matter where she was, Icha's hand slowly wiped the black book cover on her lap. "Black as if his life were darkness."

The cover is open, one name is beautifully printed. The name that always haunts the tranquility of Icha over the last few years. Asthma, well just a short name but stamped with blood red ink. Icha's hand re-opened one sheet of paper, switching to the next page. The date listed is the year that has passed.

Sheet by sheet possessing Icha's heart, Icha's smile explains how beautiful the Asthma story is. Until the happiness sheet ended, Icha's eyes were rounded with eyebrows interlocked. One title from the page starts a story that slowly drains Icha's emotions. Melting tears burst through without a word, Icha biting her own lips held back the tightness of her chest.

Tap.. (Icha closed the book with a roar of irregular breath, her eyes unable to look at the words slashing further and further)

One gloved hand thrusts the water and makes Icha look at the perpetrator. Icha's hand received trembling, making AK help Icha gulp down her drinking water. "Why open up the past? Even one incision sheet, you can't finish it."

Icha's eyes blinked, AK's speech was correct. Icha lowered her head by hugging the black book, her heart ached with the incision of the word in the soul. Something that became the reason his life was not calm, incised a dark story in red ink. "Tell me why you let me read this book. Isn't this the same thing, like unlocking your own secrets?"

"It's all over, it's time to be revealed. Do you think I'm afraid of death?" I hold the glass firmly.

Icha felt a cold aura touch her skin. AK emotions seem to radiate just like that, making Icha depressed. AK chose to step foot back onto the board of his assassination scheme. Icha's silence was enough of an answer. One last photo, still in print.

Triing. (machine noise distracts AK).

AK walked over to the new board scheme, placing a photo of Sam in the middle. Slowly one by one the target photos have been installed at the right place and time, from each connecting line. Some are still missing, some are still hiding.

The doctor who performed the operation? My murder leader? The perpetrator of Sekkar's attack? Perpetrator of the Ferro attack? All these questions who can answer?~in AK browse every possibility.

"Icha, do you remember the doctor who handled your surgery?" ask AK after finding a little bright spot.

Silent…

AK turned to look towards Icha, the woman was still fixated by hugging her black book. As AK rushed over to Icha, Ashley's words resuscitated AK. If Icha can't get too big of a shock. AK's hand immediately grabbed onto Icha's trembling body, rubbing Icha's head slowly. "Calm down. Sorry." which."

I was stuck, where the apology came from. After the departure of Asthma, since that day there is no more word of apology for him. In the path of AK there is only revenge and a plan to uphold justice. Icha felt a radiating warmth, making her emotions decrease with consciousness slowly returning. The smell of sweat AK gushed in, Icha's heart felt calm. His heart rate is getting faster.

I don't know why my heart is beating so fast near this master. If this is your last wish, I'm sincere. I will be the light for your lover Asma. ~batin Icha increasingly drown her body in the arms of AK.

The hug was the first moment for both. It was as if there was an attraction binding his two hearts. AK and Icha are immersed in warmth and comfort. Elsewhere, an emergency meeting took place, where three seats were occupied by three different people.

A woman in sexy clothes and unraveled hair, a cigarette tucked in her red lips. The woman sat in a chair facing the window. A man with a mustache and old-fashioned clothes sat next to the woman while playing a wine glass at the table. While the last seat was still empty, up to ten minutes passed. The sound of a shoe beating approached the direction of the emergency meeting.

A man with a mask, a modern appearance and a fragrant branded perfume stopped just below the chandelier. "What's wrong?"