After Rain's

Episode 27: Their Plan

Rain spots wet the earth, this is not a heavy one, only water points are at least able to make people lazy to go out this Saturday night. Polaris, too, must wrestle with his mind to think of a plan to escape his abduction attempt.

“Stop making noise!,” snapped the voice of the man beside her. The car drove fast on a quiet road. Polaris continued to whine despite having her mouth bandaged and her head covered by a black cloth. There was nothing he could do, his hands were tied so firmly and his legs fared the same.

“Is he not fed?” Ask the man in the baritone voice that Polaris heard yesterday.

The sound of laughter echoed, showing how sadistic the people who kidnapped Polaris, “for what? Not eating for three or five days won't make him die, right?” the answer is simple.

“Basic! But at least he should drink.” A softer voice was heard by Polaris. Polaris has given up trying to escape. His efforts to wriggle around at objects he might find in the room where he was locked up were fruitless.

“Then, open the cover and give him a quick drink.” Another man orders in a hoarse voice.

“But..”.

“Quick do!” the man with a hoarse voice shouted to rule.

One of them opened the cover that was used to cover the head of Polaris, opened only to the extent of his mouth. So too was the duct tape taken off violently.

Polaris gasps, trying to get as much air as possible, but free, the air in the car is just as stuffy.

“Drink this.”

Polaris can feel, someone is helping him drink through a water bottle proffered to him. True to their guesses, Polaris really needs a drink rather than food. His throat was dry and his body was limp.

As soon as Polaris drank the water given, Polaris no longer cared where he was going this time. Either sold or held elsewhere. But rather than being sold, Polaris prefers to be finished off. At least he no longer felt his stuffy life.

“It's enough!” the minumpun bottle was forcibly snatched, but at least this could drain Polaris' dry throat.

His mouth was covered again and the head covering was closed. Polaris chose more this time. Rebellious is useless, the power is better to use when he can see or say the word “tolong” more freely.

“It's up.” The man with the baritone voice.

The sound of the car door was heard shortly after the car stopped. Polaris carried a Bridal Style, long enough about ten minutes rough count. Polaris is silent, no longer rebellious, no longer trying.

The uneven surface makes men who hold Polaris like should really try hard to maintain balance. That means Polaris is not trying to be thrown away like garbage.

The sound of the boat engine is heard, this is on the boat?.

“Put here first,” exclaim the man who carried her. The sound of a loud bug hit the floor. Polaris squealing.

“You crazy? Like taking out the trash alone,” the gentle man's relaxed voice sounded out again.

“Leave it alone, after all still alive.”

There was laughter from many men, since Polaris only heard four different voices. If it is true, there are about four men who are holding him today.

“Bring him into his room,” the sound of baritone is heard again.

“Let me alone,” said the hoarse voice. Where are you going again? Ask Polaris in your heart.

Back Polaris body lifted, now on the shoulder. Polaris is back. The man carrying her patted her ass, Polaris squealed furiously and the sound of laughter adorned this ship.

Polaris was dropped on a soft surface unlike the previous place which was hard and damp, so cold. Then the head cover is opened to the extent of his nose, Polaris can again breathe as much air as possible freely.

But this time the smell of salt water was rippling in his kiss, right, now they're at sea.

The duct tape that covered his mouth was again released violently and quickly. The former place dilakbanpun leave a red rash, sore too.

“Alright, you can talk now. But, free if yelling.” A gentle male voice invited Polaris to speak.

“What's your goal?” for the first time Polaris let out his voice, a bit hoarse because his throat was not satisfied drinking water.

“Do not be evil, here you are the victim. We can do anything we can do.” The answer.

“Why not just kill me?” polaris said softly, languishing with what he is experiencing at this time.

There was the sound of the footsteps of the shoes again, down the stairs with the ocean waves but it was still very clear to hear.

“It's done, I propose to throw it into the sea. But the Boss asked us to take him to a country and throw him there,” explained the man in a hoarse voice.

“Really? Where?”

“Singapore.” Answer's short.

“Away. All right, private jet will be ready any minute when we get to the small airport about six hours.”

“Who are you?” shout Polaris. It was enough that he listened to their conversation. “Who told you? What do you guys want? The money? Tell me how much you want!” polaris shouted, hearing he would be banished in Singapore, a country on the Asian continent. Who would have thought he would be banished there, the palace would take a long time to find him.

Even if he can live there, how will he survive. No identity, no money and no known person.

The two men who kidnapped Polaris laughed out loud, the sound of other footsteps presumably joining them.

“What are you laughing at? Did he scream for help?” his cynical speech could be Polaris felt.

Holding back a laugh, the man of the baritone voice said, “just laugh at the classic question of a prisoner.” He came back laughing.

“I'm serious. If all you need is money, I can give you whatever you want,” Polaris said, pleading.

“It's not that easy. In the end we will also imprison you. You're just a lousy little boy who's not good at negotiating,” replied in a soft and clear voice.

“Kaliaaan..” Polaris getting angry.

“You can't guarantee we're free from punishment but you can convince us to receive a lot of money. Don't you think we're Professionals?” he said back to Polaris.

“You. Haircut!” the orders of one of them.

“What are you doing?” jeremy Polaris.

“Shut up! If you don't want to die, then shut up!” snapped the man in a hoarse voice.

“No! Don't do that.” Polaris squirms away even though his eyes can't see because they're covered in cloth. “Don't cut my hair!” yells repeatedly.

“So you love your hair more than your life?” his hair had been cut randomly with an irregular shape. Free to wriggle avoid so that his hair is not cut. Although not deforested but has a new appearance and discarded in a foreign place will make it difficult for Polaris to be found.

“Huh, whereas only hair.”

Polaris crying tergugu. The men who kidnapped her left her after cutting off most of Polaris' hair.