Handsome Fugitive

Depart

In a different place, Bari was walking in the hallway of a hospital. His current target was to head to a pharmacy located in front of the information counter.

After a mouth debate with Elmina earlier, Bari immediately drove the girl home. Not wanting to feel sinful and remorseful later on, he had to make sure that the girl got home safely.

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A few minutes later.

BUGH

Someone accidentally bumped into the body of the young man when they were about to pass through the same door.

Bari's body did not move in the slightest, he remained standing upright. Unlike his opponent, a young man of his age seemed to stagger backwards because he had previously walked while reading the results of a health test, so that a piece of paper he was holding had fallen to the floor.

"Sorry, sorry, sir," he said, taking back the white paper. His gaze had not been directed at the person he had hit.

As for Bari, he continued to look at the face of the man who was bowing in front of him. The man's face was very familiar in memory. Does he not misunderstand people?

"Sakti?" tanyanya pointed at the man.

The man called Sakti looked up, then linked the two eyebrows. His eyes narrowed a little - knowing the young man before him - also because he was wearing glasses.

"Reyden! Are you this?" tanyanya stood up and held both shoulders of Bari.

Bari raised a little pad hat that was deliberately installed down-covering his upper face. Then, he smiled while nodding thinly.

"Buddy, where have you been all this time?" The lethargic face when reading the results of the health test, now replaced by a happy twinkle that is quite surprising.

Because after the tragedy of the death of the father and the seizure of Dias, Bari brought the capital to the city. He never returned to the village. His father's house there was left abandoned.

Instead of answering Sakti's question, Bari prefers to ask back. "What are you doing here?"

"I-" The man's gloomy face was now approaching again. The paper in his hand was the target of view at this moment.

"What's wrong?" Bari asked with a frown. "Who's sick?" One pat landed on Sakti's shoulder.

"Of course, forget! Not a big deal. Sakti immediately hid the paper behind his jacket. "We've only met for so long, shouldn't we celebrate?" kata Sakti with a face that comes back.

Bari smiled faintly while shaking her head. "I don't like to drink alcohol" he said, who understood where his best friend was talking.

"At least you had coffee, right?" ask the glasses guy again. A mocking smile rose at both corners of his lips.

Bari nodded. "But, if you have a lot of time, wait a minute, I will make up for the medicine first," said the young man who was possessed by Sakti.

Fifteen minutes later.

Both are now sitting in front of each other in the hospital canteen. Bari couldn't have gone far from there because there was a responsibility he couldn't leave behind.

"So, is your mother in this hospital?" Sakti asked with two eyes wide open.

"Yes, since Father's death he's not had the spirit to live anymore." Bari lowered his head while stirring his coffee with a small spoon.

Sakti sounded a rough sigh. "I'm sorry that I don't know anything about all that" he said in regret.

"It's not your fault, man. Weren't you still in the dorm?" Bari seemed to understand his friend's ignorance of the tragedy that befell his family.

Yes, after graduating from elementary school, Sakti was sent by his father to undergo education in boarding school. A private foundation that requires all its students to live in a dormitory.

"Then ... What about your sister? Is he here now?" Sakti looked dizzy as if he was looking for the figure of Dias.

"Mas, here's the snack." A female servant suddenly approached their table and placed two small plates on it. After placing Sakti's order, the young girl smiled, then resigned herself.

Bari raised her eyebrows. "You still like to eat potatoes?" asked the young man with a mocking smile.

Sakti punched his little best friend's arm slowly, then took out a piece of fries and devoured them in a single mouthful.

"Favorite food is still a favorite food, will not be replaced," answered Sakti lightly while chewing.

Bari chuckled a little, then looked back down and stirred his coffee without even the slightest taste for drinking it.

"I want to see your mother" Sakti said suddenly after they both kept quiet for some jokes.

"Come on!" Bari got up from the position, then took Sakti to his mother's nursery.

***

FLECKISH

Dias raised his face when he heard the sound of the door opening. Immediately removed the traces of tears left on both cheeks.

In the doorway there are three men of different appearance and certainly different age.

"Bring him!" orders of a man whose stature still looks young. His voice sounded quite cold, making Dias shudder.

Upon hearing the orders from the man, the two appearance twin men immediately nodded and walked over to Dias.

"Don't! I don't want to! Unhand me!"

Screams and screams become one. Dias continued to rebel as the two men dragged his body out of the room following the young man's footsteps.

Now, everything is back on the front page and ready to enter the car.

"Please let me go, sir." Dias gave birth after his body was forcefully put in a car. The car inside was also a young man.

Is he the Cowboy's son?

"To the airport right now!" the order was on the driver.

Dias could only cry sobbing when he heard the man's words. The man who had not pityed in the least for his efforts in pleading.

The sadness he was showing was no longer good. Maybe it's time to shut up and accept fate with a chest of air.

Dias will go far away from this country. Leaving home. Leaving mother.

Before long, the car had entered the airport through a special gate. Rich people like Om Cowboy of course have enough power in this city.

When the four-wheeler stopped, the young man got out of the car. Followed by the driver. The driver immediately took Dias out who now seemed to obey. No more fighting, no more tears.

"Master!" The young man greeted the old man who was none other than Om Cowboy. It is certain that the young man was not the son of Old Badjangan.

The cowboy nodded, then coded with his chin to get his men to take Dias into a private jet whose door was wide open.

One by one they entered the plane, including the young man.

Dias was already sitting in his chair. His view seemed empty. His eyes were only teary, but not a single tear fell down his cheek.

"Burma, call Mr. Morang!" tell the Cowboy who is sitting comfortably in his chair.

The young Burmese man nodded, then pulled out an iPad he had previously placed on the table.

Mother ... goodbye, Dias groaned inwardly.