Handsome Fugitive

Mr. Morang

Dias extended his hand in doubt. Now, the paper cup moved in his grasp. Both eyes still look sad, although the lips forced themselves to carve a smile.

"Te-thank you, sir." The girl lowered her head slightly as she said the sentence.

"My name is Burma and I'm not a Young Master" said the man, then sipped on the sweetness of his coffee as he stared at Dias. "So stop calling me Master!" Burma commemorates with its cold tone.

Dias did not say, his head just nodded understand, then little by little enjoy the coffee made in Burma.

If brother was still alive, maybe he was already this old man, his mind wailed miserably.

His eyes are back on heat. His chest rumbled for a moment. It is painful to lose a loved one. Reyden's figure is very loving turned out to be still embedded neatly in his mind. Dias again threw a glance out the window.

The plane has flown far. Getting further. Keep away. Until finally they arrived at the airport of a country that Dias did not know his name.

His two legs stepped swiftly adjusting the footsteps of the adults who surrounded his body on the left, right, front, and back. Of course, the Cowboy is at the very forefront.

"Welcome, Mr. Cowboy." A young man of Burmese age bowed respectfully. "In the meantime Mr. Morang will also arrive, I am assigned to greet and escort you to the hotel," explained the young man with a friendly face.

The Cowboy nodded, then followed the young man. He and his men entered two prepared cars in the airport lobby.

"Burma, you keep an eye on that little girl!" tell Om Cowboy who wants his new assistant in one car with Dias.

"Ready, Sir." The young man responded while carrying out the orders of his superior.

Without waiting for long, the two twin vehicles of shape and color were darting towards the hotel that had been reserved for the Om Cowboy troupe.

Arriving at the hotel, Dias got out of the car along with Burma. Like a brother who obeyed his brother, Dias did not rebel in the least. This time he was in trouble. Fighting is no longer useful. It's a foreign place to him.

"Come, sir."

The young man who was none other than the manager of the hotel immediately brought Om Cowboy and his entourage in.

"Mr Morang has prepared everything well, you can enjoy all the facilities in this hotel. Please!"

After delivering the entourage of Om Cowboy enter their respective rooms. The hotel manager immediately resigned.

Dias was placed in a room located right next to the Cowboy Om. Burma occupies the room in front of it. However, right now of course the man was assigned to watch over Dias in order not to run away. Two large men were also assigned to stand guard in front of the girl's room. And two more people in front of Om Cowboy's room.

"Who is Mr Morang?" Dias could not bear to ask. From earlier the curiosity continued to strangle itself so that it pushed the tongue to be sliced.

Burma, which was busy with an iPad in hand, suddenly stopped work. Without looking at Dias who was sitting on the bed, the man responded, "Later you will know too." Then go back to continuing the process.

"Am I going to be sold to Mr Morang?" Dias's successful question made Burma attractive. As he frowned, he immediately turned to the teenage girl who was currently still sitting with her knees hugged. Both of his palms seemed to be intertwined due to the fear that hit him.

"You're a minor, you shouldn't have to ask anything." Burma's cold answer again made Dias silenced.

Why was the attitude of this man in front of him able to change? Sometimes warm, sometimes cold?

Everyone thinks of me as a little boy, Inner Dias kept his head down.

Both of his eyes warmed up and were in tears. One by one his tears dripped down his knees. Both of his hands seemed to be twisting the fabric of the pants he was wearing.

Burma had a quick glance, then refocused on its iPad.

Who is this girl's family? Why couldn't they find his whereabouts all this time? the Burmese mind is not inexhaustible.

Burma has heard a glimpse of the story of Dias. Although he is an assistant of Om Cowboy, but whose name is human there is still a good side. Actually there was a sense of compassion in his heart when he remembered the figure of the younger brother who was not far below Dias.

Moreover, Burma is a new assistant who has not long worked with old criminals under the guise of the businessman. Of course, things like this were not used to him yet. Although he was required to do whatever his superiors ordered, but his little heart who knows?

"Where are they?"

A handsome-looking man, dressed in a suit complete with his tie, asked the hotel manager after he passed through the lobby door. The hotel manager who had picked up Om Cowboy and his entourage.

"It's in each other's rooms, sir."

"good. Let the old man know if I'm waiting for him in the room."

Yes, that man is Mr. Morang. The hotel owner.

A few minutes later.

FLECKISH

"Master, Morang!" exclaim Om Cowboy as he entered the room followed by Burma behind him.

The man wearing the clear glasses raised his face, then smiled faintly.

"Please sit!" Next to the hand outstretched forward-leads to the sofa located in front of his desk.

"Thank you" said Om Cowboy, sitting on the sofa.

While Mr. Morang chose to sit on a single sofa.

"Where's the girl?" Mr. Morang immediately asked the point.

Making the Cowboy chuckle. "It turns out you can't wait to marry her, sir." The old man straightened his body.

The Burmese who stood beside the sofa occupied by Om Cowboy furrowed his forehead.

"There's money, Young Master." The Cowboy said as he approached Mr. Morang.

The man smiled faintly, then turned to his assistant. His hand raised-asked for a check he had prepared beforehand.

"Enough?" Mr. Morang asked while putting the rectangular paper on the table - right in front of Om Cowboy.

The old man nodded. Both of his eyes looked as if they were green. Her happy ranking saw the fantastic amount listed on the check.

"You are indeed a very understanding business associate, Mr. Morang." The cowboy received the check, then handed it to Burma.

The Cowboy Om Assistant instantly accepted the paper without reading it.

"From this second on, the girl becomes yours. Have fun, Young Master."

Cowboy rises from the dispute.

"Then I resign, thank you for the warm welcome and the banquet." The cowboy held out his hand to shake hands.

Mr. Morang smiled faintly, then received the old man's helping hand. "You'd better stay, sir."

"No, thank you. Our business is done, I must return soon because there is still much work to be done in my country."

Mr. Morang nodded in understanding.

After that Om Cowboy and his entourage immediately left the hotel.

"I want to see the girl," said Mr. Morang, then stepped out of the room lectured by his assistant.