DUSK PAINTING

Chapters 14. Escapees

Long enough Rahma was beside the navel of Malik with Dika who chatted to invite her father to talk, telling her today to meet his brothers. Occasionally Dika approached the face to the front of the marble headstone. I want to peek at Bobo's father, he said. And at that moment he had to shrink again the corner of his eye.

"Yuk, go home!"

But Dika shook his head, not budging. Want to wait for you to wake up and want to hug you, he replied. Which makes Rahma had to puff her face to look at the blue sky in order to hold back tears no longer fall.

Morning sunlight that was getting up felt warm on his back. He looked around because his heart felt that someone was watching. His forehead shriveled to see 2 men who were crouching in one of the navels of his ranks, at the second-most end, caught staring at him. He just realized, for almost 1 hour beside the navel of Malik, 2 men there had not moved.

Rahma again persuaded Dika to come home and promised to bring him here again later. After being reminded to meet Manda, the twins Raka and Rayi, then Dika according.

"Dad, Atu's home."

"Micum, Dad."

Rahma swallowed the saliva with her throat choked to hear Dika say goodbye, also saw the child kiss her father's headstone without being taught. He led Dika down a small road, a wide gap between the ranks of the left and right. Curiosity makes him spontaneously turn around. It was seen that the 2 men in hats were walking far behind him and stopped suddenly staring in any direction.

He dismissed the presumption. Maybe the same 2 men want to go home, not follow him. But anxiety began to arise when accelerating steps, through the corner of the eye looked 2 men were walking hastily.

O Allah.

Rahma gasped when she arrived at the parking lot. His eyes were accidentally fixed on the right rear tire of the car that was loose. It turns out that not only one, the right front tire turned out to be the same kingpin. He opened the car door. Select pressing the remote again to lock. He tightened the hand grip that led Dika not to escape. His heart began to speed up to see the 2 men in hats getting closer. Just realized, there were only 2 cars parked there and no one else.

"Well, run yuk! We're going to exercise to be healthy." Rahma did not want her son to know and be afraid if the situation was in danger.

Ngukan Dika who looks excited to be a signal for him to cross the road because there are more crowded with traffic people cycling and jogging. He just left his car. Choosing to hold Dika when crossing so that it can run fast.

Huft.

Rahma set her breath stinged with sweat feathers popping on her forehead for holding Dika heavy enough. He began to walk quickly on the sidewalk with his hands tightly holding the fingers of Dika who had to run around offset the steps of his bunda.

He slipped among a group of teenagers walking leisurely while engrossed in cell phones. Occasionally look back to ascertain whether the 2 men in black and brown jackets are still following him or not.

"Sin, cape...ausss." Dika stopped while stomping her hand held by Rahma. Until then detached and separated at the back because a group of teenagers was overtaking walking ahead.

"Bring---"

The shocked Rahma spontaneously shouted calling out her son's name. Because at the same time his eyes caught a man in a brown jacket running closer and closer to Dika who was sulking.

Either getting strength from nowhere, he grabbed Dika and carried her while running fast towards a group of cyclists who were resting on the shady sidewalk. No more seeing the group of teenagers who had mingled with him. Or adults who are running in the morning, have split far away. And now, he intends to ask for help.

"Om--"

"She, there's Om---"

Rahma who is ready to say for help, urung. For the sake of hearing Dika who exclaimed cheerfully while pointing towards the red sports car parked about 10 meters from the group of cyclists who were resting. Asanya appeared when she saw the figure of the man she had seen 2 times, in the store and in the guest room of her house. He pulled Dika's hand, approaching the man who was casually leaning against the car door while holding the phone in his ear.

"Please get us out here!"

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Mizyan came out first from the side door after confirming the prayer as the conclusion of the study this morning. He rushed to the pavilion, changed into casual clothes because there was an appointment to meet clients to review the location of the land to be built luxury homes. He is believed to be the architect.

He drove his favorite car to a location that had been shared by his client. The non-formal meeting was relaxed and friendly. In fact, he did an interview with a client who came with his assistant at a coffee shop close to the location that had been reviewed. He noted in detail the concept of the house that the client wants to be in accordance with expectations.

"This house will be a surprise gift for my wife. She's the greatest woman. I've been patient with me from zero until now success."

The sentence spoken by the client with sparkling eyes was successful in making Mizyan stop typing in his Tab.

"Respect." His response was short while giving a thumbs up because the figure of the perlente man in front of him who was so proud to praise his wife.

New also will call Dado to ask what food to buy, suddenly someone surprised him.

"Please get us out here!" The brown bead with the plump eyelashes looked frightened. Even his hand gripped Mizyan's left arm firmly and trembled.

"Of! Yeay there's Om."

Mizyan turned to look at Dika who was clapping cheerfully. Then turned again to look at the frightened Mother Dika.

"Why? What's up?!" her reflex taps Rahma on the shoulder to calm her down.

He drove the car with two passengers in the back seat. His eyes were looking intently at the right and center rearview, observing the state of the road behind his car.

"That white avanza car isn't it?" At first glance Mizyan looked at Rahma from the middle spy.

There's no answer yet. Because Rahma turned her body to the back of the awolah was remembering.

"Looks yes. That's the car that parked near my car." Rahma was more convinced when the car driven by Mizyan walked slowly and stopped at a red light. He could clearly see the person sitting in the car following him. Two men in black and brown jackets.

"Well!"

"Yes, Om." The one called out instantly stood up the spirit of bending his head into the steering chair.

"You want to race?" Mizyan turned her head while rubbing the top of Dika's head which was holding the gears. Then Rahma rebuked and grabbed Dika's body to sit down.

"You want, Om." Dika did not heed the mother's reprimand. Choose to answer Om Mizyan's offer.

"The mother, please wear a safety belt. Same Dika also please install!" Mizyan looked at Rahma from the middle spy. But it turns out that got the deck disagreeing.

"Don't speed. It's a crowded street. I don't want us to do anything."

Mizyan nodded, giving in. He missed the race. He could have driven the car that followed him into the toll. For a long time the red sports car did not roar and darted fast. But he had to give up for the comfort of his passengers.

"You want to go home?" Bidar Mizyan when the stalker car blocked 4 cars behind him. It could be an opportunity to get further away because the direction to the Rahma complex is only 200 meters turn right.

"Don't. I don't want Dad to panic."

"As far as you take it. I need to calm down for a minute."

And here it is now, the apartment. Mizyan decides to take Rahma and Dika to her apartment because Rahma has no idea at all and looks exhausted.

"Don't be afraid." Mizyan was able to catch a look of doubt when her apartment door opened. "I'll be out again. Just want to tell me where the food and drinks are. The same mother can rest in peace. Consider it your own home."

Another case of Dika who directly barged into. "This is the house of Om?" he said as he opened his shoes and went up to the sofa and laid his body with his hands on his back.

Mizyan gave a smile looking at the innocent behavior of Dika who was now lying on the sofa. Like I was feeling tired.

"Sys...ausssss."

"When will you be standing outside?!" Mizyan raised both eyebrows with a faint smile as Rahma was still standing in the doorway. "That's Dika's thirsty, he said."

"Don't call me Mother!" Rahma protested loudly. He felt careless since from the car, Mizyan called her Mother, not her name. "Only Dika can call that. Call Rahma! he still with a ketus.

"OKs. Madam Rahma." Mizyan raised her hand in a sign of respect.

"RAHMA. Don't wear 'Mom'." Rahma was still tired because Mizyan seemed to deliberately upset her.

"Sys...ausssss."