The Virgin Girl Belongs to the Master
New family.

Ken roared in annoyance. He hit the steering wheel many times. Squeeze in the head until it looks real and pulsating. He's really frustrated.

"I have to see Naya. I have to ...." Ken says. She pulled her hair hard. He only realizes that besides being a mother-brother with Naya, he and Mike turn out to be cousins.

"Arh ... shit!"

Ken swore louder. He was in a mess so suddenly entered two fat men into his car. One man sat next to the other and the other behind.

"Who are y'all? Mau a—"

Not yet finished Ken said, someone sitting in the back smothering his mouth with a handkerchief. Ken thrashed with all his might, he tried to let go of the hand that was smothering his mouth. But strangely, second by second the energy was like yawning. He also felt a dizzy head as if it had been hit by a stone. Not only that, all senses were paralyzed instantly. Ken blinked, the view began not to focus until finally.

****

In an abandoned warehouse looks Broto and some of his minions headed to a room. The empty room only had Ken and some of the men standing guard.

"Wake him! Flush with water!" broto said firmly. He who is in a neat suit sits on the chair provided by the bodyguard.

Ken, who had fainted, had trouble breathing. The cold water of one bucket had flushed all over the body. He looked at the person in front.

"Deliver! What do you want?" yelled Ken while struggling. However, unfortunately it is useless because the legs and hands are tied behind the chair.

"Relax .. Calm down, Aston. Why are you afraid of that?" sahut Broto's. He grinned and lit a cigarette.

"Don't you know that I'm your real father?" continued Broto again after exhaling smoke from the mouth.

Ken chuckles at irony. "Dad? Is that true? I'm an orphan!"

Broto clucked then shook his head with a dismissive smile. "You're really Burhan's protege. Be stubborn and ungrateful!"

"And you have no right to say that either! Because you are the same! You two are assholes. And you, you're worse. How can you do this with your own child?" reply Ken with passionate emotions. He already knew Broto's temperament, but still couldn't believe that this was what he got from the old man. Didn't they say they were father and son?

"Kids?" Broto was loud. "To be sure, I don't want to have a daughter from a cheap girl like Eva! And you, you are just like him! It's useless! You're just trash!"

Ken growled, he thrashed even more. Unfortunately, nothing can be. Really, I want it to feel like he's hitting that Broto.

"I never knew you were like this Mr. Broto. How can you call your own wife that?"

"Wife? Come on .. Don't joke. My woman is not just him. But I admit it's only him who doesn't know himself, doesn't know thank you. How could he play heart to Burhan? Hmh!"

"Because you don't have a heart!"

Plaque!

A slap landed on Ken's left cheek. As if dissatisfied, Broto loudly added one more time until fresh blood came out from the tip of Ken's lips.

Ken chuckled, nyalang he looked at Broto then spit blood without the slightest awkwardness. Almost got Broto's shoes. An annoyed Broto again lashed out a punch in the same spot.

"Basic brash!" hardik Broto's.

"It's natural, because I only respect parents who pass the qualification. And it's definitely not you!"

Again, the slap landed on the same spot. Ken fell down, his face was bruised even more red than before. However, he did not want to moan. His heart was really boiling.

"You guys, kill him! I don't need a child. I don't need descendants because they are just troublesome. Finish him!'' exclaimed Broto loudly.

Strange, no one who was there got out of place. The astonished Broto again repeated the order. Again no one responded.

"Heh you! I pay you to do as I tell you. Are you deaf?" yelled Broto again until the sound of foot clattering grabbed attention. He turned around and Mike was walking closer clapping his hands.

"Great ..great! It's great, '" said Mike. He grins.

While Broto, he began to drift because of panic, especially when many people followed Mike. Really, he started shaking.

"Mike?"

"Yes, it's me Om. Wh why? Don't you like it when your best nephew is alive? Or... You are afraid your behavior will be seen by others? Take it easy, Om. They won't see it later because they're watching it now. It's live, broadcast live to our office conference room. How, I'm smart, right?"

"What?" Broto almost lost energy. He snatched the camera that happened to be nearby standing up, then slammed it so strongly.

"Silence Om. The camera is not just one," said Mike.

Broto looked around and it turned out that there were indeed many who were recording.

"You ...."

"Jordan," cut Mike. "Please lead Om Broto to his place. Make sure he's safe until the police station."

Jordan nodded in understanding. "Okay, Young Master."

Jordan approaching. However, Broto quickly fended off Jordan's hand. He grew even more panicked as many people surrounded. He held his nape that seemed tense and did not realize that there was a brick behind. Broto who was about to run also stumbled and fainted because his head hit the wall.

Seeing that Mike just smiled disdainfully. "Ck! Inconveniencing. Lift up old man doesn't know himself!"

Now Mike approached Ken, who was sitting on the floor, and reached out. "Welcome to Abraham's family, Aston."