ALVIN Trying to Rise
Factories
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Slowly Alvin got off the bike, he took a few steps forward and stood closer to the burly men.
"What do you want?" ask Alvin again, while getting ready to do the horses.
"Come with us now!" said firmly the man who uses torn pants.
Alvin frowned, noticing one by one the men in front of him. If you look at their appearance, they are not street thugs or part of a motorcycle gang.
His body was too well-trained, as well as his appearance that looked a little neater to a group of thugs, or a biker gang. After all, are there motorcycle gangs that use cars? The vehicle is different.
"Why should I come with you? Who are you guys?" alvin asked, still trying to buy time.
Meanwhile, the middle-aged man who had come with Alvin, prepared to leave. However, one of the members of the people who intercepted Alvin immediately stopped him.
"Let her go, this is my business with you guys, right?" alvin said, turning to the middle-aged man.
"You think we're stupid, huh? You've been working together to ask for help, haven't you?" The man with the pants torn, looking at Alvin.
"He just wanted to go to the hospital, because his son was waiting for him there" Alvin said.
"Ah, don't talk much, just take them both!" the man orders with the trousers torn, on his men.
"Sir, sir, I beg you, I must go to the hospital immediately. My son should be dealt with immediately," beg the middle-aged man.
Alvin seemed furious to see all that, if he knew this would all happen he would prefer to go home alone, rather than having to involve others in his problems.
"I'll go with you guys, just let him go!" said Alvin, with a sharp turn of gaze and strong clenched hands.
The men were seen seeing each other, as if they were communicating through their own sign language.
"Give yourself first, and then we'll let him go." The man in the torn pants gave Alvin conditions.
It looks like they are lazy to fight, until they choose to give conditions and follow Alvin's wishes first. Thankfully, at least Alvin can save his energy if in a desperate situation later.
"Well," nods Alvin directly.
It seems that the father who was in strangulation did not want Alvin to sacrifice himself for himself.
One of the men approached Alvin cautiously, as if they knew Alvin could defend himself, so they looked cautious.
Alvin raised his hand, he did not resist as one of the men blocked him and tied his hand.
"Take him off!" alvin Pinta.
The father looks at Alvin with concern, maybe he feels guilty and thanks Alvin.
The father was seen released, he continued to see Alvin, as if hesitant to leave the man who had helped him.
"Sana, go! And, don't try to call the police, or your family will be our next target!" threaten the man's torn pants.
Alvin nodded faintly, as if giving a sign that he was fine.
"Huh, it turns out that catching you is not too difficult, you are not fighting at all," said the man, as the car began to run.
Alvin just kept quiet, he just watched every road they walked, until a while later, the car stopped at a former factory building.
Wait, Alvin knows this place, even though the building has stopped operating long enough, to look weathered. The driver in front seemed to press the horn button several times, with a rhythm that looked like a code, Alvin frowned, trying to remember the rhythm of the horn.
The gate was opened by a large man, along with the shadow of Alvin's adolescence while in the place. Alvin recalled the first time he came and stood right behind the entrance gate, staring proudly at the building with a man who was none other than the Father.
Yes, the building is a former fast food factory company Mr, which went bankrupt since one year before the accident occurred.
The car entered slowly, he saw that the building still looked quite sturdy, iron-bearing iron and large pillars, still looked strong, although it was too worn and full of dust.
Vin, this is our food factory. You, wanna come in? The shadow of the Father's voice at that moment, flashed across the head.
Wow, that's huge, sir. Dad, cool! exclaimed teenage Alvin, staring at the building with sparkling eyes.
Comeon, enter. Inside will be even cooler, invite the Father, while embracing the shoulders of Alvin who was eleven years old.
Alvin nodded quickly, then they walked towards the inside of the building together.
"Let's get off!" the male jolt of his pants is torn to shreds, resuscitating Alvin from the shadow of his childhood.
It turned out that the car had stopped and they were already preparing to get off. Alvin held back his tears that felt had gathered in his arms, until they looked red.
Why do they know this place? Who really wants to deal with me? inner Alvin, he circulated his gaze looking around.
Alvin was brought in, through the main entrance, just as you used to take Alvin here.
Wow, it's wide here, sir! little Alvin's voice rang out again, as soon as Alvin set his foot inside.
The shadow when he often came and played in this place continued to cross his head. His familiarity with the workers, too, was vividly remembered in the head.
Alvin, you want to see the production? ask the Father who immediately got a nod from little Alvin.
As Alvin steps further in, the memory of the heyday of this factory continues to cross.
A large number of employees work in factories, with a variety of jobs, from production to packaging. Everything always works with a face full of enthusiasm, to make Alvin also excited when in this factory.
"Sit down!" tell the man the pants were torn up again.
Alvin sat in one of the iron chairs that looked weathered, he circulated his gaze, looking at the spacious room that used to be the packaging room, the cleanest and safest room for him to play in.
"Do you want to bring me here?" alvin asked, looking one by one at the men who now seemed to surround him.
"To meet with our boss, he'll be here any minute," replied the man of torn pants.
"Who is your boss? What does he want from me?!" ask Alvin.
"You can find out later! So now you better shut up, or you'll feel the touch of one of us's hands" said the man, threatening.
"Ck!" Alvin just clucked, while staring intently at the men, he then sat quietly while continuing to pay attention to his skeitar, also recalling every single thing about the place.
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