Floating Boat

23

...A Mission...

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Another opportunity in my encounter with Miss besides being set so uniquely, this time, I was taken to a place not far from the room where I was in the room.

Where to go ? I just followed in the footsteps of the lover who stepped. From the start the door was opened, the bodyguards stood neatly lined up. In the village, I only saw four people but here more than seven people. They all wear mixed clothes. There are striped, blue berets, there are one star and they are all so respectful to Miss.

Checks per check, not cans but all are officers from each office entrusted with maintaining the security of the Governor's house.

Right in his backyard. I was taken there to meet his father who was busy practicing archery. Because it was unusual to see that kind of thing, my sweat was pouring out, I was shaking, I just thought that I hope Miss did not lie and hurt me. My negative thoughts should scare me even more when she sees her father holding a bow and pointing his arrow at me saying, "my beautiful son, is that the man you often tell me about ?."

The arrows are still pointing at me. I stepped up to follow Miss towards her Father while hiding behind her.

His father may forget or pretend not to remember because before, he came to me with his wife in the room earlier. Gave me a threat, spying on me at will. Now just ask Miss.

"Come on, son, get close to Daeng. This daeng mu will teach you how to shoot enemies when in trouble. Not to look for enemies but just to keep yourself from getting hurt."

I miss that beautiful woman, the one I love so much. He approached his father, holding an arrow bow and retrieving the arrow from its sheath. His arrows are placed well, steady, and in the same direction. Me, maybe I can't do it. Exercises like this I've never tried and I just see it regular on television, even watching people's TV.

"And you are the village boy. Wait there !. Ayok Nak, pull the bow, point the arrow at the head of the man you brought here. He Mr. Loreng please get the orange and keep it over the young man's head. Then hold him so as not to move."

"Ready, Sir. As ordered, we're doing it !."

"Daeng, I'm afraid not to hit the target. Poor Eden !. Look at him, he's even terrified by this exercise. Miss can't Daeng !."

"Ah ! it's just a rehearsal kid. This Daeng mu wants to test your future husband, whether he is mentally brave or not. If you're worried, your Daeng is more worried about you. Don't let him, he can't take care of you forever. Looking for a life partner must be brave son, good guts in religion, good at security, good at his upbringing, so that someday when your Daeng is old, no longer able to take care of you. Your husband can take my place to take care of you. Isn't this good, son ?."

"But Daeng, Miss still did not dare to release this arrow pointing at him. What if it is not an orange in the cane, what if the head is hit. Miss can't, Daeng !."

Afraid of yes. I have to be prepared, don't look nervous. It's just a drill, there's no way his dad wants me dead with an arrow that misses me.

However, the courage that I tried to show in front of his father misses still there is a little sense of worry haunting me.

"Let me be hit by an arrow as long as I can be with him." I encouraged myself.

The unique thing is, all this time if Missing along with other people or anyone who accompanies him vent, streets, he called his father with the name Father but here, here, in front of his father, he called him Daeng. Whether the Bugis Makassar people are indeed labeled as Daeng or Daeng it is the character of the original descendants of Bugis Makassar.

Thinking about it until I did not see clearly, Mr. Loreng who had put citrus fruits on my head.

Now the arrow that Miss pulled has been pointed at me.

His father said, "on the count of three, release the arrow on the target. Daeng will count from now on. Come on, spirit boy !. One, two, three...! ."

The arrow flew along with a warning shout from Miss, "Revelation, Eden !."

"Don't run ! fear also turns to death." Put them in my anger that I cannot express.

Thank God; God still takes care of me safely even though it is not the orange that was hit but slightly tore my earlobe.

This incident ripped his heart Missing. He wanted to be angry at his father but could not. His father was the wisest man. His father along with Miss and some people who had been holding me ran towards me.

This time it is not me who is dizzy, worried, or unsafe but those who look so difficult. How not, I endured quite a painful pain. Blood flowed so profusely from the tip of my earlobe.

In a sitting state like now, I pressed on the wound that was still bleeding.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry.!, I said call the Doctor." His father's orders miss his security.

"Daeng, call the doctor here. That, Miss has told Daeng, don't point arrows at him. Eden wounded Daeng !."

"You call the doctor quickly !. Don't shut up, pick up, pick him up, get him in the car."

"The blood keeps coming out Daeng. Not stopping !."

Their panic all made me see there was concern that they were unaware of. Is it because of worry or maybe because of another taste. Not some kind of fear but that kind of thing, because I got hurt so they look like this.

I also saw the regretful face of his Father Missing.

"Hu..., try not to be like this, not hurt, surely you guys still want to test me with your various games."

Pain because of the wound I can still bear but it hurts because I never saw a woman I love more pain.

"Mrrs, don't panic. I'm doing fine. These wounds are small to me, the big ones are wounds when I am not with you. Tell your father not to call the doctor, I don't want to be taken to the hospital. This wound is a test for you. Your father wants to test you whether you can hurt me for a safe life or not."

"Shut up, don't talk anymore. My daeng has come, maybe the car is ready. Waiting for the Doctor who came here, long time !. So, you were driven to the hospital by his service car. I'm also coming, sorry I miss you, Eden !. I have absolutely no intention of hurting you."

I was also lifted from the backyard to a car that was ready to take me to the hospital. While I was still being raised, unfortunately, his father misses even talking to me, "don't crybaby, you passed the test today. Tomorrow there is another test you have to go through. For now enjoy your ear wound in the hospital. Let Miss take care of you in the hospital."

Be present ! should I take a deep breath, especially after this ?. I only dared to ask her the restless power of my mind.

Hearing his father's words, Miss smiling at me, "you're spirit ! I'll still be there for you." he whispered softly in my ear.

The service car with a 2S plate (He dearly) has now left for the hospital.

Me, Miss, and her mother, sat in the back seat. His father sat in front of his personal driver.

Ah ! let this ear hurt as long as I can hold the fingers of his hand long. Steal the opportunity behind my current condition. It wasn't me who wanted this but you who asked me to blink my eyes at Miss to keep my hands on the back of her hands.

The mission is not over...!