Daydreaming

"You stupid maid! I asked for a sandwich instead you gave me plain bread. Don't you have any brains!" said Wulan.

Dewi was amazed by the food scattered on the floor. He had been treated like this so many times. Whether it's Anton or his two wives. He was always an easy target for blame even though he had done the right thing.

Plaque!

A hard slap on the Dewi cheek. He groaned as his hair was grabbed by the younger woman.

"You're tired of living huh! Do you want to tell Bang Anton to throw you into a brothel huh!"

Dewi just cry. As the first wife she had no power since Anton's two young wives ruled in this house.

He was treated unfairly. Moreover, Anton tends to favor his two young wives compared to him.

"Woi! get your hands off the Dewi now!"

Bass sound booming. Who else but Morgan.

"No! I won't let him go until he's punished!" Wulan murmured. He tightened his grip even more so that Dewi groaned in pain.

"I said let go of the Dewi now or..."

"Or what? How dare you threaten me? Remember! You are a fugitive living in this house. I can call Bang Anton to bring his troops to gang up on you like last night, will you?" said Wulan, who poured out her frustration because of Morgan's attitude earlier.

"Go ahead. If you still love you. You know that I'm a murderer, right?"

Wulan shuddered. miraculously he let go of the hand grip. Dewi immediately took refuge in Morgan's chest.

"Once again, I saw you hurt the Dewi, You're done!" Morgan with a fierce face. Wulan backed away with a trembling body. He was wrong to threaten Morgan. Threats actually make Morgan even more savage to fight.

Wulan let out a breath that stopped after seeing Morgan and Dewi leave. He sat down with a sad face.

What if Morgan did something reckless? Meanwhile he is at home with only Rani and the three thugs who are no match for Morgan.

Wulan stuttered as she reached for the phone on the nightstand. His hands trembled. He hastily pressed Anton's contact.

"Bang, help me. Morgan wants to kill me!"

Meanwhile in the maid's room,

Morgan hugged Dewi who didn't stop crying behind her back. The dashing man guided Dewi to sit on the edge of the bed. "Alright, don't cry anymore."

"I'm scared of Morgan. They're mean to me. I can't stand being in this house."

"I'm still here. As long as I'm here, I'll make sure they don't dare mess around."

"Promise me. Don't leave me. If you run away, take me from here too," said Dewi. Morgan pondered. He had intended to run away from the start. But, to bring the Dewi?

Morgan didn't even notice that the towel had come off. Dewi let go of Morgan's arms. Although in fact he is very comfortable to be constantly attached to the solid front of the body.

"Where are you going, Dewi?"

Dewi did not answer. He opened his cupboard and took something from inside. A black singlet and beige safari pants.

"Actually this is the property of the thug left behind. I already washed it. Made you," he said as he handed over the clothes. Morgan accepted the outfit with sparkling eyes. He did need a change of clothes. His dirty clothes were in place just like that, then immediately put on a new one.

"Wow! You look very dashing, Hero." Dewi was amazed when she saw Morgan's new appearance. His body is clearly printed behind the singlet. Large, veined arms hang down. His back muscles are wide. And the safari pants that fit perfectly with the sturdy horses.

"I've been strong since birth, hehe...." Morgan joked, which was greeted by Dewi's passionate pinch on Morgan's waist. The woman wanted to take Morgan's dirty clothes to wash.

"Eh, where do you want to take the clothes?"

"Want me to wash Morgan."

"A moment."

Morgan snatched the pants. Dig into something. He smiled as he saw the phone offering the Dewi.

"Can I wash it now?"

Morgan handed him his pants again. The woman was seen picking up her dirty clothes in the corner of the room to watch. While Morgan is his cell phone. There's a message from Luna.

"You get ready tonight, I will meet you at exactly twelve o'clock at night."

Morgan smiled. He was determined to escape from here. But his smile faded when he saw the figure of the woman in front of him now. he took the Dewi with him.

*

The night is late,

Anton came home with a red face. Wulan's complaint this afternoon was enough to burn her emotions. Morgan was so presumptuous to kill his wife. Although according to the thugs on guard nothing happened, Anton still didn't accept it.

He came with an army. Twenty people. Just to teach the bandits a lesson.

His busyness in the field can not immediately go home. It wasn't until tonight, after his business was done, that he intended to get in the way of Morgan.

"Go, Morgan."

But his steps had to be stopped when a luxury car entered his yard. His face originally appeared as an image when he found out who the grand guest was.

"Master, please come in."

*

Morgan was restless in Dewi's room. He was shirtless beside the sleeping Dewi. Had an intimate relationship that was hot enough to make Dewi exhausted.

It was almost midnight. That meant he had to get out of here immediately.

It's hard to leave the Dewi. But it would be nice if he took the Dewi with him. Escape with fugitives is not easy.

Morgan sighed. Before getting out of bed, the man landed a passionate kiss on Dewi's forehead for the last time. Feeling uncertain now.

Although there are no special feelings, such as his feelings for Jihan, Morgan already considers Dewi as his closest person. It must be protected and protected.

But not for now. They must be separated.

"Sorry, Dewi. I have to go," he said as he put on his singlet. The man stepped out while looking at the Dewi. In fact, before closing the door, he leaked the sweet face of the sleeping Dewi. Maybe for the Last Time.

Now is the time to act.

He swiftly climbed the stairs to the second floor, in order to more freely see the situation.

His gaze was very alert, like an eagle looking for prey. Suddenly his steps stopped when he saw a gap in the living room.

He fell asleep fast. 'Unlucky! Anton is home. Bring more troops," Morgan squeaked annoyed.

He had to be cut there while looking at it from the gap of the second floor guardrail.

From up there, he could clearly see a mob of thugs looking respectful with a fat man standing with a woman. Morgan gasped when he realized who they were.

"Our plan worked, sir. I kept that stupid robber here too."

"Good, then meet me with him now," asked the master who was none other than Fatur.