CHASING THE PEARL OF HEAVEN

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Being born into a military family does not mean that he understands weapons. He was never ordered to hold these objects, let alone throw bullets at the human body. Asha was really disappointed in him and himself.

Asha stood disappointed to line the body of Azam who still ruffled his waist haughty, for his whole life no one could beat him. Asha's body trembled with emotion. A few hours ago he helped treat Asha's wounds, just delusions. It is proven that until now men are still arrogant like when they first met.

"You don't need to get angry and yell at me like that, my ears hurt listening to him....?!"

"Don't be angry said you.-? I have a right to be angry! You're careless and stupid...I have to take care of you while there is no space or time for me to counterattack them. You're just getting along, adding to the burden of others. Just so you know...!?"

"Even..just don't go on..."!

Asha covered her ears, her tears slid gently down her cheeks from her crackers. It's a shame not to stop even if he's wiped it a few times.

"Nobody forced you to protect me. Just let those people finish me off, what do you care...?! And you don't have to insult me to make me leave. Ok, I'll go now. You are free, kill them all with your hands and this pestle will not burden you anymore..."

Without being able to stop again Asha ran away from Azam with the peak of his anger. Ignoring the pain in his legs. The girl entered a darker forest. Azam's tomb made him very hurt. It turned out that the man was indeed as bad as he said, deserved to easily kill people.

Azam froze, a few moments passed by with silence. The dry branches were subjected to a kick in his anger. Let the girl go as she pleases, if anything happens - what is the risk. After fighting for the girl's safety, Azam felt sad that he had released Asha to bring her danger back.

Lying on the overpass, looking at the trees in the middle of the forest, the sky was studded with stars. Azam felt the silence in the stall. His body rebelled in pain, he wanted to find another plant to treat his wounds. But the forest was so dark as if it was already in a colorless dimension, only black.

Azam could not sleep, he just lay on a pile of dried leaves he had collected. The man held out his fingers on his jacket and pulled the black Glock-17 pistol, still grabbing the object as his hand was stretched out by the bandits. One other thing he could still save was an ordinary gas match, it could be ignited. His little fire moved - motion blown by the wind.

Without compromise, his mind returned to Asha. How did that girl get through this dark street..? Stupid, where is that girl now...? How far did he go from Azam? Asha, her frightened face was reflected in the eye peluk.

Seven hours left wandering in the forest without any supplies, anything could happen to him. Azam closed his eyes in frustration. A lot of things could have happened to that girl. The careless girl could not even tell which ant hole was where and which hedgehog hole was. What if a wild animal eats it...? Or a viper pecked at him...? This is the jungle of Borneo and how the bastard Azam let go of the woman alone. Indirectly he had already sent Asha to her death.

There was something that hurt him while letting Asha go from his side. Azam's time was spent just grumbling. Azam was often angry when faced with the girl, but the departure of Asha even made the temperament chaotic. The man who was still with all his arrogance still denied his worry and concern. But the longer he fought the more open that answer became.

Azam must find Asha back soon.

Azam indeed had to devise a plan to counterattack Thunder by finding a communication connection with his colleagues. But before that the most important thing is to have to find Asha first and make sure the girl is in good shape - fine. Azam stood up, with a match he began to walk down the narrow path that Asha passed when the girl left. His breathing was full of anticipation, Azam was shaking off whatever was blocking him without caring that it might hurt him.

Asha could not have gone north because there was a lot of thorns, the girl must have turned back as soon as she got a new path. But who knows..? The forest was so dark, surely the girl could not see anything.

"Asha, where are you ?"

Gerrutu Azam with bushes - bushes in front of him.

"Asha, you must listen to me.Return..."

Azam was like holding a torch that was twinkling on the trees. Three hours of searching with no results, and it's probably three in the morning. Azam was angry and shouted along the way, spilling all his annoyance in heart. It did not matter if his screams would echo to the corners of the forest.

"Hey..."

Azam touched his shoulder, the girl stood up. Glared at Azam with perfectly swollen eyes. God, can't that girl stop crying?

Asha gawked indifferently, but Azam stopped by holding back his wrist.

"Where do you want to go again after I look for you..? If you insist then I won't hold back, but don't blame me if you meet my ghost in the middle of the road, or meet the villain who is chasing us...?!"

It was seen that the girl's movements were weakening, her eyes were confused and started to weigh.

"There are a lot of wild animals inside here, do you dare to face a snake...?!"

Asha's nose was red, her face was a mess. Azam followed the passion that drove him, stretched out his fingers to wipe away the tears there. Azam wandered closer, scrutinizing her beautiful face like a night goddess who was driven from the kingdom of the sky into the forest. Women's skin is smooth, as smooth as a baby's skin. Azam was addicted to touching it.

Asha, who was only shoulder to shoulder, had to look up to Azam, making her lips slightly open with a broken breath - broken. The girl tested her self-defense, she was not sure she would survive if always close to the sweetest creature this one.

Azam raised Asha's chin, his folding knife scratches reddened with a scar of dried blood.

"What hurts...?"

Azam rubbed it slowly. His weapon had already injured the baby's delicate skin, Azam felt his anger bubbling. The wound in the temple of the girl had not even been able to treat.

"This injury, does it hurt...?"

Azam repeated his question but Asha did not answer. The girl's warm breath hit her face.

Asha's beads widened as Azam encapsulated his face, their lips almost touching just as the girl pushed his chest. Azam retreated, repeatedly closing his eyes to expel his misty gaze.

"Sorry..."

His whisper was dazed, his voice defeated in a rustling swallow of leaves.

"I'm sorry Asha...!"

The girl felt that her tongue was groaning, guess - what would Azam do if he did not push her...?

Alhamdullah....

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