CHASING THE PEARL OF HEAVEN

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Allahumma Shalli'alaa Sayyidina Muhammad

Wa'alaa'alihi Sayyidina Muhammad

Men wearing cowboy hats gather near Asha.

"Well one drop, give your palm a beautiful hand...!"

His arm was forcefully pulled and felt the droplets of wax on it, feeling hot and burning.

"Give your hand away from him bastard...!!!"

The distinctive trigger sound stopped Asha's cry. So too was his executioner surprised and turned his head stiff at the threatening voice.

Khoirul Azam stood upright pressing the tip of his gun behind Steven's head, colder than the tip of the Fujiyama iceberg.

Yes, Azam was able to hack his system to break through his enemy's defenses thanks to his watered-down brain. Only one call from the enemy can all the difficulties be solved.

"Tell him, don't you dare touch the girl or your head will blow me up right now...!"

Azam's whisper to the man made him raise both his hands in the air and convey Azam's message without a second thought.

"Take him off, boss...!"

The match and the candle fell down forcefully, the hot melt stuck tightly to the white ceramic floor.

"Walk here slowly"

Azam looked at Asha who was sitting with her knees bent, giving strength so that the girl could stand up.

Once that feeling exploded from worry and longing for Asha's messy condition. Azam was pushed one step due to carelessness and lack of awareness.

"A little bit you try to move Steven, then I can't guarantee my bullet is still in the slot...!"

Snapping Azam while locking the neck of his enemy.

As As Asha walked by limping, gunshots and shouts sounded earthy - endless speech out there. Iqbal Dirgantara and friends are fighting in the vanguard of the old Dutch heritage building, the Dutch heritage, it was clear to distract and break them down so that Azam could easily enter to save the two sons and daughter of Iqbal Dirgantara.

"Get on me, come on!"

Azam whispered convincingly.

"And you, I don't know who you are. Get up and walk in front of me!"

Instead of struggling, the man in the cowboy hat stood quietly then quickly unexpectedly pushed Steven's fat body still in the sandra and escaped as fast as lightning. Azam staggered back and did not know the identity of the man. There's more to it than chasing one scoundrel who escapes in order to save his girl, the main one.

"Listen, I will not hesitate to throw my bullets into the brains of cowards like you. Follow all my orders!"

"You'll regret treating me like this..."

He shouted with a veiled warning.

"You're just like a pig soaking in mud to look for worms and shit, I've never been afraid of just one pig. After the commotion you created in Talihan, you thought you could escape the eyes of the law, huh!?"

"There is always a way for Steven Yan of all difficulties...!"

See, how proud he was to taunt Azam among the threats. A thin smile parsed, showing a real face. The face of the crossbreed was very surprising, many claws of nails adorned, his smile turned into a grin when he looked at Asha profanity.

"The girl fought back when I got laid. Damn, his mouth and nails are the same - equally sharp!"

Not only did the sentence injure Asha but it also awakened the sleeping lion in Azam. He shot the floor near Steven's leg as a warning.

"You are an animal! You are more than just a dog!"

"Azam! Quickly take Asha out, you're in a trap!!!"

Asha gasped at the screams of Iqbal Dirgantara, the voice coming from the second floor stairs. Asha knew very well because several times he tried to escape from his room. The girl was about to run towards Dirga's position, but her hand was choked by Azam.

"No, don't come down. It's just propaganda to lure us down!"

"But that's my Papa's voice, Azam!"

The uproar down there is getting more and more so.

"You are still in the air or I'm going to pierce your stomach to death!"

"Oh my God, Papa!"

"Ashe...!"

Too late, the girl had sped up and walked out of the room. Azam groaned in frustration while dribbling Steven Yan's stiff body with the lure of a gun behind his cranium. The spiral staircase was filled with the bodies of guards covered in blood as the Azam bullet shot lodged in their stomachs.

"Ashe! Back!"

Panicked shouting.

Steven laughed without moving a bit.

"Based on a stupid girl! You see him? It is easy to be fooled and fooled!"

Azam strangled his neck.

"Close your mouth, you bastard, your voice makes me want to vomit!!"

Yes, Azam's stomach is getting nauseous when getting the figure of Asha on the telikung by a man in a black shirt under the stairs. A sharp knife hung from his neck. The girl groaned in pain, the bones of Azam felt the lolosi. The old building is getting crowded in the action of mutual support.

"Let your gun down, young man!"

Someone dragged the withered body of Husain Fahmi who was almost dying unconscious from the direction of the top floor behind Azam. Through the tip of his eyes, Azam could see the most healing face to knock his opponent mentally. Azam stared between Asha and Fahmi, damn there is no way at all to escape. Azam was forced to drop his semi-automatic pistol on the floor.

A person holding Fahmi smiled curiously.

"Once in a paddle, two three flies get adhesive. Look Steve, all the big boss's targets have gathered together into one room to deposit each other's lives. Even we've got some flies to slaughter down there...!"

Asha screamed and shook her pain.

"My father is not alone!"

"Are you talking about Iqbal Dirgantara? You won't know how big of a mistake he just paid for!"

The black-shirt man named Malinggi walked towards Asha trying to touch her shaking chin - shaking in panic.

Azam was angry not a bitch, wanted to go forward and kick Malinggi.

"How dare you!"

"Stop it,stop!"

Steven Yan leaned the tip of his gun towards Azam's face, and the young man stopped completely. Not because of fear of Steven's bluff, but more fear because the knife was pressed tightly against Asha's neck.

"Stay right there and just follow our game, fucking intel. You still want to see that girl alive, don't you? Given how hard you saved him in the forest of Borneo the other day..."

Steven Yan's face grinned across from the young man.

"Hello, Khairul Azam!"

Azam's neck was stiff automatically, especially when he felt a hand gently move his back. Breath full of that fragrance filled every side of him. Azam becomes all wrong with Asha who is in the enemy's captivity, the girl seems to sow disappointment through her manic.

"You remember me, don't you?"

Her sweet voice whispered seductively, rubbing alternately the shoulders of Azam who was ready to smash the woman's skull. But Azam had to stay calm because of the metallic smell behind his back. The woman was obviously carrying a gun.

"I was so hurt when you just left me in that room. I'm a cheap woman, Azam, but you're making me more humiliated...!"

Azam is silent, it is not wise if you have to respond to the ravings of prostitutes like Rosalin. The woman came cradling Azam's neck from behind.

"So, Sweetheart what it's like to fall into a trap that other people make. A hum?"

"Keep your hands off my body!"

Azam whispered threateningly, the young man did not like Asha to think about them. Rosalin really ignited her anger.

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