Both Brian and the girl looked at the person who was screaming. A bald man about 50 years old with a bloated stomach approached them.
"Evening, Sir," said the waiter who had approached them earlier. It seems that the man is the manager or maybe the minimarket owner."Hm... what's this?" asked the bald man with a fierce face. He looked at the two troublemakers in turn."Here, Mr. Gibran. Earlier, they fought because this lady had accused this gentleman of harassment against him," explained the waiter, a little scared. The employee waited for the reaction his boss would show."Harassment? What kind of harassment?" asked Mr. Gibran. He wanted to know more."He squeezed my ass, Sir!" said the girl. She had to maintain her pride."Not me!" Brian argued."Still won't admit it, Sir?" The girl glared at Brian.Brian looked at Gibran. "Let's say it, Sir. Mr. Gibran is the owner of this mini-market, right?" Brian asked."Yes. I am the owner," said Gibran, puffing out his chest as if he was proud that someone would know where he was in one glance."Look, Mr. Gibran. Does this mini-market have CCTV?" Brian cursed himself. Why did you think about it now? Why not earlier?"Of course, there is," answered Mr. Gibran immediately."May I not, Sir, check it to prove who is at fault here? I don't want my good name to be bad because of dealings with this girl." Brian pointed at the girl who was still looking at him with a hateful look. Hate the person who abused hee. In all her life, no one had ever touched his body. However, this foreigner impolitely did so.Mr. Gibran thought for a moment. He looked at the two people taking turns. Then looked at the employee who was still looking down."Wildan! Take them to the CCTV room!" Mr. Gibran gave orders to his employee, who turned out to be Wildan."Okay, sir!" Willow nodded obediently. "Follow me!""Thank you very much, Mr. Gibran," said Brian.Brian and the girl followed Wildan to the inside of the Minimarket.Mr. Gibran cleared his throat, looking at the visitors who had watched the free drama just now and made them feel awkward. He then returned to his room. Didn't want to be bothered by the two of them.The three of them were in a room where a television showed several blocks of pictures. Wildan sat on a chair while the two people looking at each other in disgust stood behind him."Where did it happen, Miss?" Wildan asked the girl."Here, Sir." Point to the girl at one of the tapes showing the scene. Wildan immediately saw the footage of the place some time ago. From the moment the girl entered the Minimarket.The two of them watched intently to prove who was at fault in this. Brian doesn't want his name to appear on the news, 'A rich businessman gets into a scandal with a girl's ass.' Where do you want to put your face when you face investors?"Well! From here, Sir. This perverted the old man has just entered. Surely this time, it will be proven who is at fault here.""Don't call me a perverted old man. Let's see what's going on," Brian snapped."Alright! Anyway, I'm 200 percent sure if you're the one who has done something indecent to me," said the girl confidently. Her feelings as a woman are unquestionable. Even when her cat at home is pregnant, she can guess correctly how many children it will give birth to."200 percent?" Brian pouted."Let it go! This is my mouth. Why are you bothering?""Couldn't you be quiet first? Later the picture is too late. I don't want to be asked to do it again." Wildan was furious because they didn't stop fighting. They were like cats and mice."Look at that!" Brian exclaimed, glaring at the girl. Not wanting to lose, the girl pouted, glaring back at Brian."See! From here, start using the eyes, Sir. Who's wrong here!" said the girl. Brian, who felt innocent, acted normal. He opened his eyes wide to prove that he wasn't the one doing it."Repeat, Sir! That already got me slapped. Playback to the previous scene! Let's see who did that!"Wildan took a deep breath. He had to be patient with these two strange humans. How can he be in this shape, dealing with two unwilling people to budge?Reluctantly, Wildan obeyed Brian's orders. He wanted to get this over with and get back to work, seeing the beautiful female customers.'Ah! Come on, Wild. Finish this first,' said Wildan in his heart."Well! Well, look at that! It's being proven now. Who's at fault?""Well! Look at that! It's been proven now. Who's at fault?" The girl's eyes widened. She seemed unable to believe what she saw. She was embarrassed this time. Where does she want to put her face this time? Sometimes she accuses someone completely innocent."Ma-maybe that's wrong, Sir. T-try playing again." No! She could not immediately believe what he saw. The CCTV is not HD yet, so the picture is still blurry. Maybe she saw it wrong."Tsk! Still don't believe it? Your eyes are wide open so as not to harm others." Brian was pissed off. Everything was seen. Still, the girl didn't want to give up accusing him.Suddenly the girl immediately rubbed her eyes. Brian chuckled at sight. That girl made him a different person.'You idiot, Vio. That perverted man is just toying with you by saying that. You want to be made fun of.' The girl named Vio immediately glared at Brian, who looked so happy this time. Really at this moment, Vio wanted to strangle him so he would stop
Vio came out of the CCTV room. She was looking for the whereabouts of the person who had harassed him. She was furious because she couldn't find that person either. Vio ran outside the Minimarket. She looked left and right, but nothing. "Where's that bastard?" Vio squeezed her hand. She felt immense anger. She couldn't just let that person go. Because if left unchecked, there will be other victims. She had to teach such a pervert a lesson. Most women in the world are deliberately silent when harassed. They may feel embarrassed if others know about the incident. However, Vio is different, and she will still make that person learn a lesson. Vio narrowed her eyes. She saw someone who she had ultimately remembered from in the CCTV room. "I got you!" Vio smiled crookedly. She immediately ran towards the clumsy-looking man holding a hat. The man kept looking behind him as if afraid of being chased by something. The girl wearing jeans and a leather jacket tried to
"Why are you here?" Vio asked. She felt embarrassed at being caught in a position where others might misunderstand. She was in the body of a man, although the reality was not that perverted."I was passing by and saw this show. It made me want to watch it live," Brian teased. There's no way he could tell if he was busybody with what happened. After seeing it firsthand, it wasn't as bad as he thought.With Brian's help, Vio was finally able to report the man to the police. However, Vio must follow up on the case again. Vio can breathe a sigh of relief. One of the perpetrators of sexual harassment can finally be processed as well."You're not afraid?" Brian asked. Now Brian and Vio are in front of the police station. Vio waited for a taxi while Brian wanted to know more about this girl. "Afraid of what?" Vio asked instead. The girl is now sipping the coffee in the bottle that she asked the police."The same person earlier. This is the first time I've seen a girl a
The weather in the city was hot. No one can deny it. Those who felt comfortable were sitting quietly in an air-conditioned room.Life was hard and heavy, in stark contrast to her beautiful face. She was Vio, with the long name Violet Handoko, who had that fate. Her beautiful face can't guarantee her life will go in rhythm with her physique."You poor woman!" It was one of the ridicule sentences she had received since childhood. Her stature is not typical of indigenous people who have brown skin—especially the color of his eyes and hair, which looks more striking than the others. Vio's eye color is gray, as is her silver hair.Her white skin, which turned red when exposed to direct sunlight, made her look more like an outsider. No one believes that she is Handoko's daughter, the man she now calls father. That's all because Handoko's physique is the original physique of an indigenous person.No one knows who Vio's mother is, and there is no one she can ask for help to tell her about thi
"Hello, police. There's been a robbery on Mango Street." After a brief conversation with the police on the phone, the woman hugged her bag again. This time she was so scared because she saw Vio, who was still beating the thugs. What if she gets hurt? What if the police don't come soon? How about this? That's all that keeps spinning in the woman's head. Even though she saw that Vio was very good at fighting, she was still overwhelmed when she had to fight the big man.Vio continued to fight the man, even though she was a woman, but her strength was not inferior to that of the thugs. It's not in vain that she learned taekwondo all this time. She can protect herself as well as help others."Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!" Vio continued to beat the goons. She is now in a position on top of the thug's stomach. Vio's punch battered the thug's face."Oh... my gosh...." The man begged, hoping for Vio's mercy. However, Vio, who was still annoyed, continued to beat non-stop. It was as if she had h
"May I help your father?" Vio was surprised to hear Azzura's question, so she could only stare. She had only just met the woman, but why did she seem so good to her. "No need, Ma'am." Vio couldn't help but smile. She didn't want to bother other people. "So what?" "I can still take care of my father." Vio smiled awkwardly. She wasn't comfortable with this kind of attention. Especially from someone she just met. "Sorry," Azura whispered. She didn't expect her good intentions to cause inconvenience to others. After that, there was only silence between the two. Not long after, Azzura's car entered the courtyard of a clinic. They were both still silent. They were confused about where to start the conversation again. "Vio! Come on. Treat your wound first." Azzura entered the clinic, followed by Vio behind her. "Afternoon, Mrs. Azzura," said one of the security guards in front of the clinic. "Afternoon too, Mr. Supri. Is Mr. Adrian inside?" asked Azzura. She smiled back at Mr. Supri
"Ah, no! It's just that--" Vio hung her words. She hesitated again. Should she ask this or not? Azzura raised her eyebrows, still waiting for what Vio would say. "Are you married?" Vio closed. Sometimes she asks someone she has just met. 'You stupid Vio,' she cursed in her heart. "Ha ha ha ...!" Vio is confused. Why is Azzura laughing? Isn't Vio already rude by asking like that? Azzura raised her left hand as if she wanted to show Vio something. "It's a wedding ring. That means I'm married." "Yes." Vio smirked. She felt the question was very unimportant. If only she could turn back time. "I'm married, and I love him." Vio looked at Zura. She says honesty. There was a twinkle of happiness in the woman's eyes when she said, love. Vio was sure that Azzura was telling the truth. But why is there sadness in it too? "Surely your husband is a good person. The proof is that you are perfect," said Vio. She likes that. Says what's on her mind. Sometimes she wonders herself with her mout
"Sir! There is a meeting with Mr. Mark Sutopo this afternoon." Risa is currently in front of Brian's desk. She holds the tablet in her hand. All of Brian's schedules are in Risa's hands. "What time is the meeting?" Brian asked, his eyes still on the pile of reports in front of him. "Two o'clock in the afternoon," answered Risa firmly. Brian stopped his activities he took a deep breath. Mark Sutopo is one of his business rivals who aggressively bring down his company. Brian knew that Mark often resorted to sneaky ways, but as an honest person, Brian couldn't move. He had to think of all the consequences he had to take. "Remind me later!" Brian decides to go back to dealing with the reports that he says never stop. Every day, there was always a mountain of information that he had to check. If the company gets bigger, the work will also increase. Brian suddenly remembered when his company wasn't this big before, and he still had plenty of time for Azzura and Kyra. Not like this time.