CHASING THE PEARL OF HEAVEN

#35

Bismilbornrahmaanirrahim

Allahumma Shalli'alaa Sayyidina Muhammad

Wa'alaa aliii Sayyidina Muhammad

As fast as lightning the young man overtakes the dealer's vehicle in a gasp. The four-wheeled Jeep swerved and then glided smoothly at spectacular speed. In that silence he split the road to another province using constant speed, making others who drive have to step aside regularly if they do not want to be hit.

It only takes 2 hours more than eighteen minutes the distance traveled Jakarta - Wonogiri. The streets of Wonogiri rural area turned out to be well organized but unfortunately road users are not too much because of frequent accidents at vulnerable points. The air around them is now starting to feel cold and humid typical of highland areas because pine trees suddenly meet their view.

"Hm... This road is a former railway. I've never been down this road, that Mimi is an idiot...!"

"Yes, obviously you never came here. What do you think you're going to stray into Wonogiri if not to kill...!!!"

"Yes well, you are always right...!"

The young man then climbed the steep road alone with a tool like a black flash that twinkled - a flash of red light.

Elhakim quickly followed him, the young man stood beside Azam and looked down at the row of houses below.

"It's like nothing happened - what's there!"

Said flat. Azam twisted his vision and began to digest the words of Elhakim.

"Nothing happened..."

His footsteps led him across the rocky streets of the right and left sides, observing the footprints of the shoes, Azam automatically stopped. The young man bowed over the fine asphalt. His index finger rubbed a thin blackened surface like a force friction mark. Maybe a car tire that brakes suddenly.

"You found something?"

The Colonel Letnal was curious, impatient to know what Azam found. Iqbal Dirgantara is trying to speculate.

"The car is going too fast to be difficult to control. Especially if there is a vehicle following them. Look, there's a lot of friction...!"

Azam nodded, then went down the street. The more downhill the more suspicious, all feels awkward. Until the man could not stem his desire to immediately go down the road. Azam began to relate his findings, his eyes unintentionally whistling with the large tree in the middle of the pine tree. The skin is pockmarked - pockmarks and dents. Azam looked down at the withered grass as it was trampled and slightly burned. There was a flake of silver metal skin, Azam lifted it into the air.

"Toyota Camry, silver color. Isn't that like Fahmi's?"

Dirga took over, his face suddenly as turbid as water cardas.

"Yes, this belongs to Fahmi I'm sure. So they hit a tree? Then where's the car wreck?"

His shout was increasingly frustrated, while nearby residents claimed to have never seen a foreign car passing on the road.

The remote flickered firmer as it found the casing on the back of Fahmi's phone, while his body was scattered on the roots of the waru tree. Azam plucked the grass full of emotion. What - what the hell is this? What the hell is going on? Where the hell did they go?

A foreign number is listed on the Iqbal Dirgantara mobile phone screen, all standing wasapa. Azam coded Dirga to answer his call by loading the speaker of his conversation.

"How is Dirgantara. Was busy looking for the whereabouts of your daughter and foster child, Huh...?"

The foreign voice was unknown to him.

"Who are you?"

Long rang out there.

"Don't be in a hurry!"

Dirga cutting.

"I asked, who are you?! No need to be stale!"

"Well, you don't seem to be impatient"

"Well, someone wants to say hello to you. But he's a little naughty and insists he doesn't want to worry you. Go on, talk to me!"

"Pa...Papa's...Please save Fahmi!"

Then the telphon connection broke off perfectly.

...****************...

Fahmi lay on a comfortable bed, a beam of light forced its way through the blemish behind the luxurious curtains. The room is dominated by classic shades, with a large picture frame of a man wearing a wide cowboy hat that partially covers his face. There was only one cigar still on his lips. Fahmi knows a little who the man-nosed man is, but only limited to familiar but he does not really understand who he is.

The foot of the boot is heard entering the large room, the wide cowboy hat is still faithfully nangkring above his head. His fine clothes were compared to turning around with the shabby Fahmi and the many traces of dried blood there - here.

"Well, how are you today, son?"

Pitched voice******* is coming out from the sidelines - between his teeth that smells a very thick cigar. Fahmi did not have the slightest desire to answer the question of a man whose face is less clear because of the lack of lighting. Whether intentionally or not, the room was made dark so that each occupant could not be recognized.

"Oh, of course, you're better off, because my men visit you regularly."

His eyes squinted, looking at the contents of the food tray was still intact like it had not been touched at all.

"Why not spend? You can't appreciate my kindness, and it can hurt my ego as a man!"

Fahmi on the other hand narrowed trying to find a focal point, but nil. The wound on his head seemed to affect his blurry visionary.

"You better kill me!"

"You pleaded for too easy a business my son. You should enjoy this first, become my member and be ready to finish them off!"

Fahmi's pupils widened by a few inches, his dry lips pointed a little smile even on the verge of dying.

"Oh yeah, who are you?"

"Good, that's the question I've been waiting for a week. It seems better that I come alone and not rely on my stupid bodyguards much!"

One by one his face was left exposed, his laughter was loud to deafen Fahmi's eardrum.

"You...?!!"

Fahmi's brain is spinning, his teenage memories are like a projector working in plain sight. But in fact, there is not a single memory that can connect him with the figure in front of him.

Anger slowly gathered on Fahmi's red face, so he intended to throw a raw fist - raw on the face look not so recognized.

"You...,_Dad?!"

A second time's laughter echoed throughout the room.

"Smart is your brain too! But unfortunately your guess is off the mark, because I'm no longer your father since 12 years ago!"

"Dad, what is the meaning of all this! Why are you doing this! I'm looking for you like a madman, and in fact our meeting is more than the crazy thinking!"

The young man did not believe in what he experienced, meeting with Shamsudin Bahar was like throwing it into another dimension so that he could not recognize himself.

"You shouldn't have to pay for it. My mission is not to finish you off, Iqbal Dirgantara must feel everything he has ever done. Dumped me off the family list because I refused the match between Dirga and Hanifa. It's not fair that I love Hanifa but it's my brother who married her just because of that stupid tradition. Dirga was petty, seizing everything he wanted and ignoring my existence. And now look, they wade through happiness above my disappointment. Worse yet you also entered their family...!"

"Dad, Papa Dirga isn't like that!"

"STOPP!"

Still want no more...

Like..and coment...