Brajamustis

Trace Remover

Slender.

Silent.

After being sure that there was no one else in the place, Dul Karim immediately went by the side of the villa with a concrete fence jump like he had entered. Dul Karim continued to run with a cautious heart and still like a dream Dul Karim imagined the incident earlier.

"Hoss! Hous!!"

He kept running through the bushes. He killed 6 people in a short time. Dul Karim felt guilty. It is a big sin. Dul Karim used to be famous for studying religion. But now, what he just did, is a very risky decision. In his heart he consoled himself, "Hopefully the person I killed was a bad person like Boss Boim told me." So he felt not too sinful.

Far away already Dul Karim running to turn quiet. He finally got to the taxi he had told me to wait.

"Come, walk."

***

It was late in the afternoon, when Dul Karim got to the address Hendrick had given him. Where he said the lawyer was waiting to give him the rest of the wages. But that place is beyond Dul Karim's expectations. It is not an office building or a house. The place that is now Dul Karim is a three-story building that has not been completed in the building. Large buildings and the land is overgrown with shrubs and weeds far from the crowd.

Dul Karim steps in, just to make sure if anyone is inside or he has misinterpreted the address. A Land Rover and three unknown men were joking with each other.

One of them found Dul Karim's tall figure. He looked at Dul Karim from the end of the shoe to the end of the hair.

"Excuse me" said Dul Karim politely.

"It came at last, a long time ago, we thought you were a failure" said the other in a speech. He looks cool like a rocker in the 90s, his chin cracked. All three were dressed almost the same, all-black and sunglasses. One of the three men got up and approached Dul Karim.

"My execution, at least an hour, not until this afternoon. We just left, ", he said.

"Said Hendrick, here is a lawyer who-" said Dul Karim cut off.

"Oh, he's gone, so long wait he said. He's got a lot of business. Your money's in the trunk. Where is the gun," said the man then raised his palm. Dul Karim understood and he wanted all this to pass soon and soon follow his wife. He could already imagine the face of his wife's sumringah when meeting. Dul Karim handed me the gun. The man checked Dul Karim's gun and pointed to the back of the car, "uh, take your own money" he said.

Little Dul Karim felt bad. Why not give up the money. Make business. Dul Karim just stepped towards the back of the car. Unbeknownst to Dul Karim two other people who had been sitting on the front hood of the car walked around to the back of Dul Karim who had faced the trunk. For a moment Dul Karim stopped and looked at the man.

"Just open it is not locked" said the man. Still with a cranky tone. Slowly the man behind Dul Karim raised the gun. Dul Karim opened the trunk. Apparently in empty luggage, Dul Karim heard a "Click" sound like a gun safety lock on tap. Instantly Dul Karim turned around and his hands that immediately flashed brushed aside the fist that was holding the gun. The gun fell and the man complained. Two others were about to pick up a gun. But Dul Karim was so agile to kick the other person who stood not far away and beat another who just managed to pull out a gun.

BUKS!

Dul Karim is overwhelmed. Can't fend off all those punches and kicks. Finally, the person he neighs was released and also kicked. Dul Karim did not groan in pain. It just grimaces and fends off as much as it can. Dul Karim continued to be beaten until battered and did not move again.

"Already, already!" pass one of the men to two of his friends with gasping breath.

"Bring him, let's throw him into the abyss" he said, stroking his painful fist as if he had beaten a banana tree.

"Why don't we just shoot him in the head. Beres," another suggestion whose breath is also still wheezing due to fatigue.

"He is dead" said the other, holding Dul Karim's pulse.

"Waste the bullets, already, we sack it, love the rocks, throw it in the lake, be done."

"Come on." They agreed and dragged Dul Karim.

***

The sun was getting dim on the edge of the lush trees when a friend of the wedge**and it took down Dul Karim who had rolled thick plastic leftover packaging of building tools and tied up. One of them lifted a stone the size of a helmet and tied it with a bond that rolled Dul Karim.

The grasshoppers jumped from the end of the weed to the other end of the weed when Dul Karim was pushed from the top of the weed-filled lake cliffs. The body of Dul Karim who was rolled plastic and tied with the weight of a rock the size of a helmet was immediately slipped and drowned.

"Come, it's done," take one of her friends. They rushed to get in the car.

A frog jumped from a rotten log floating as the ripples of air bubbles from the bottom of the lake startled him. The day was so dull and gloomy. The sun is soon drowning.

***

The world stopped turning and time did. Dul Karim felt a tremendous pain all over his body. His jaw and head were crushed. A second later, he felt nothing and floated. He felt, one wrist of his was being pulled up into the sky. Faintly among the mist he passed, Dul Karim saw the human face and figure that carried him flying through the clouds. The man was much more stout than himself, his face handsome, his mustache thick, his clothes clad in metal and precious stones red and orange. Furthermore, Dul Karim considered the figure like Gatotkaca.

Light-weight.

Very lightly Dul Karim felt his body flying, like cotton sucked in a vacuum cleaner.

A second later, Dul Karim smelled the earth like the first time he fell down while playing with his little friends in a dusty dry dirt courtyard. He smelled blood like the first time he slaughtered a chicken with his grandfather, a long time ago. And now this smells the lake water like the first time he drowned, when encouraged by his little friends while playing in the river. He was now excited, he was completely aware now he was drowning and felt pain in his face and all over his body that was bound.

The surface of the lake that is not how deep it is turbulent because Dul Karim thrashed. His body was bound and lucky, the stone that was made into ballast was separated from the bond. Before his breath ran out Dul Karim managed to jump up and get to the surface. Dul Karim continued to thrash and the thick plastic that rolled and tied the rope became slippery because of mud and water, one roll of rope decomposed and made the other roll also soon decomposed. Dul Karim's hand was free and immediately exposed the plastic that rolled his head until he could finally take a breath and thrashed to the edge.