POV (Point of View)

Chapter 92: Arabian Night

TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter contains vulgar languages, sexist comments, mentions about multiple spouses or polygamy, and manipulation. A viewer discretion is advised.

Author's Note: Pure respect to the beautiful culture and country mentioned in this chapter. This fictional book does not intend to offend any race, religion, culture, and practices. Please send me a message if I happen to upset anyone. Thank you and please enjoy. 

The night is bright. The full moon is up high. The stars are out like small, sparkling dots that filled the beautiful and vast skies in the capital of United Arab Emirates—Abu Dhabi. To the whole world, it is a rising and developing city that welcomes hundreds of nationalities, home of the leading oil revenues, and world-class tourist destinations. In a few hours, it will witness one of the most remarkable endeavors in the underground society—the night where one of the most renowned organizations will devour another. A must-witness Arabian night in history.

A traditional-touched two-storey building brimming with light and rich Arabian culture welcomed Aurelia Schreiber and Bonten as they arrived in one of the most popular and highly esteemed clubs owned by Nasser Suheil. Tonight, it will accommodate its visitors, as well as their closest friends and Arabian mafia groups.

"Please follow me. Everyone awaits you."

Walking behind Aurelia Schreiber are all Bonten men minus Kokonoi, roamed their eyes around to check how many men are here to skyrocket their adrenaline. And boy, is any of them done counting? That's how many of the scattered guards are, wearing their traditional clothing. Moreover, they are all holding assault rifles.

"Why are your guards wearing two kinds of uniform?" Frowning, all the Japanese boys turned to the smiling black-haired female who just asked like a curious, cute calf. She is following Amir Azmi, the little brother of Amir Maymun, Nasser Suheil's incoming boss. Just as she noticed like everyone else, the guards who are standing like streetlights surrounding the whole building are wearing rust gold kandurah, while the guards who are walking around are wearing gray and black. 

"To distinguish who they work for, Lady Aurelia. Those who wear the rust gold are my people, while those who walk around are my brother, Maymun's." The man wearing a long white kandurah and gutrah, similar to what Amir Maynum wore during their first meeting.

The woman just hummed a reply. They walked into the building filled with more guards. Bonten knows nothing about the culture and arts of the Arabs. But they all couldn't help but admire the beauty of the place and the way the locals embrace their beautiful culture and way of life. 

Still looking around, they are lead to the direction of the elevator. And that's how things got a bit unruly.

"The men must wait here. The Lady will ride the elevator with me." Was what Amir Azmi said that frowned the Japanese men who wrinkled their eyebrows.

"Right. How about you ride alone, and she ride with us? That sounds better to me." What the eldest Haitani suggested with a serious tone made everyone turn to him. The past few days, Ran kept surprising his comrades. Just now, he did it again. They couldn't believe that he would be so protective over a woman...he should be seducing. Because the way things are going, it's the other way around.

"No. Father and Brother are expecting her so she should get there first." Insisted the guy. This time, Ran took a step forward while holding onto Aria's wrist to emphasize his point. What he did made the guards—Amir Azmi's men turn to their direction with cold gazes.