Handsome Fugitive

Who is Mr Morang?

Sakti linked his arms in front of his chest, next to the palm of his hand rising up-rubbing his rough nose and lips.

Since entering the treatment room, the glasses man did not say a word. The sight before him was enough to make his heart also rustle in pain. His little friend is now cleaning the body of the mother lying in the gurney.

Elya's weak body was neither numb nor suspended. He's self-conscious. Only, he was unable to open his eyes and see the world that was like a desert-blind in view. His spirit of life had been forcibly snatched away. Heavy trauma as well as feeling lost is certainly a cause of slumping themselves.

Even the presence of his eldest son could not fill the void of souls. The middle-aged woman now has to bear a heavy burden on the remains of her life which she considers to have ended when the husband left for all eternity, and the princess was taken away somewhere.

As a result of not wanting to show the pain to the son, Elita was able to ride the grief alone. Ever since the tragedy that befell her little family, she has never been seen crying, or saying anything to do with it.

Bari, who thought that her mother had let her father go, thought that all was well. And that went on for two years after the incident.

Until the age of Bari stepped seventeen, Elita began to show unusual gurgles. He was often suddenly hysterical for no reason, then suddenly his emotions turned cheerful in an instant. Of course, that made Bari understand something. He is the best student in his school, he is certainly a smart boy.

After consulting with the doctors in their village, Bari finally decided to bring his mother to the city with the savings of the father that they had saved.

Hoping that the mother could return to normal life after she took him away from the village, Bari's prediction missed out. Elijah showed no good development at all. His condition stuck to silence and voidness.

"You have to find your sister" Sakti said after a few jokes.

Bari told me everything. He believed that it would be easier to find the whereabouts of Dias.

"Your mother's medicine is just Dias, Rey. You find Dias, and your mother will recover as she was." Sakti sat enthusiastically beside Bari, making the young man take a quick glance with his eyebrows raised upwards next to him.

"That's what I'm doing" said the young man, who now cleans his mother's arm with a towel soaked in warm water.

"Ak-"

Sakti had not yet spoken the sentence, his phone sounded ringing, signaling a call coming in.

"In a moment, yeah." Excuse me for staying away, then take a call.

Bari has finished her routine. He began to clean all the toiletries of his mother. However, occasionally his gaze glanced towards Sakti who seemed to be chatting.

"Okay, I'll catch up with you." Sakti looks at the time pointer on her wrist. "Thirty minutes I'll be there" said the bespectacled man, nodding his head several times.

Bari sat down next to his mother's safe, and held her hand.

"I'll take a minute, Mom. Tomorrow is a big harvest, so I have to be there" he told his mother. Pulling the pale palms in front of the face, then anchoring a deep kiss on the back of the mother's hand.

"After that I'll go back to looking for Dias." His kiss ended up on the palm of the hand that had been taking care of him since childhood. Bari used to talk to her mother. Although the mother did not respond, she was convinced that her mother heard whatever she said.

Sakti seemed to be done with the device, then came back closer to Bari.

"I have to go back to the airport, sorry that I can't keep you company tonight. There's a sudden job." Sakti pats Bari's shoulder.

The young man looked cringing. "You work at the airport?" ask him in disbelief.

Sakti nods.

"The cargo officer part?" bari chirps as good as tongue.

Sakti directly menoyor his best friend's head without feeling sinful or hesitant. "Damn you!" his words on the sidelines of laughter. "Does my appearance fit only as a cargo officer?"

Bari did not answer. He just put both shoulders.

"You kicked me out?" Sakti does not accept.

"Well, baper? Didn't you say you were leaving?" said Bari lightly.

"Ah, right too."

Sakti then farewell and passed from there in the blink of an eye.

***

"What did Mr Morang say?" The Cowboy asked after Burma decided on the call. He had only listened to the young man's one-sided conversation.

Who is Mr Morang? great-grandson Dias in his heart.

"Thirty more minutes he'll catch up, sir." Burma answered while looking at Cowboy.

"In that case, we'd better get going first." The cowboy opened his flagship hat, then placed the round object on the table right in front. Slowly his head looked up on the back of the chair. He closed both eyes.

The old man sounded a long sigh. It seemed like he felt that his plan this time would go smoothly.

He himself did not think that Mr. Sanjaya did not ask much earlier. After ordering his men to catch Bari's pet snake, the two-star police general immediately asked Prima and his members to leave the hotel.

I don't know what they want to do, Cowboy doesn't want to know. The focus is only on the plan to take Dias away from the country. He had already waited ten years for this moment, hence the old man would not waste a chance.

Burma got up from her seat after taking a quick glance at a teenage girl sitting right in front of her.

Dias looks flabbergasted. His blank gaze was fixed out the window of the plane. I don't know what the girl was thinking, nor did Burma know. However, a strange thing began to be realized. When he got out of the car, the girl did not have much contact. Not much thrashing. Not like before. Makes Burma curious.

When going to step foot, Burma had to nudge the skin of the girl's arm. Very cold.

"Does your Master need anything?" A woman in a flight attendant uniform approached Burma when she saw the young man walking towards the pantry on board.

"I want to make my own coffee, thank you." Burma responded without looking at the woman's face, then continued on.

The man actually made coffee with his own hands. Last night he couldn't sleep because of his work. So, he felt that his body was a little less primed today. Coffee is the best drink of choice.

But strangely enough, there were now two cups of coffee in the young man's grasp. Does he intend to disturb the rest of the boss, then invite him to drink coffee together? Seems not.

Not long after ....

"Drink!" Burma thrust the glass of coffee in front of Dias.

The fifteen-year-old teenage girl blinked, then rotated her gaze. In front of him, the cold-faced young man earlier looked fixedly at him.

Dias did not immediately welcome the Burmese hand. The girl was still weighing, should she accept the glass containing the coffee?

"It's not poison anyway" said the Burmese as if he could read Dias' mind.

Dias extended his hand in doubt. Now, the paper cup moved in his grasp.

"Te-thank you, sir." Dias lowered his head slightly as he said the sentence.

"My name is Burma and I'm not a Young Master" said the man, then sipped on the sweetness of the drink as he stared at Dias.