Handsome Fugitive

Self-directed

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FLECKISH

Mr. Morang opened the door of the room slowly worried that the girl inside was sleeping.

The two netra rolled through the room, until his gaze stopped on the bed above which was a teenage girl.

His two tall legs must have stepped closer to the bed, then stopped beside the large mattress.

His gaze was suddenly locked on the girl paras ayu and lipped cute in front. The girl he just took over the ownership rights. Although it seems rude, but all that he had to do.

He had tried to find the right girl in his country, but was not found. After seeing the photo of Dias sent by Om Cowboy, his heart immediately said it was a match. Especially after knowing that the status of the girl is still bad.

"Dream!"

"Yes, Sir?"

"Now that you call Sakti, tomorrow morning we will take this girl to the island" Mr Morang told his assistant.

The man named Daru nodded, then left the room to contact Sakti who served as a private jet pilot Mr. Morang.

After Daru, Mr. Morang sat on the edge of the bed. He kept looking at the face of the girl who was so eye-catching. It turned out that after being viewed at close range, the beauty of the girl was truly beyond belief. His parasites were very sedating and successful in making his heart beat out of the ordinary.

"I know you're a minor, which is why I have to take you away from this city" he said, smiling.

The glasses she was wearing were pulled from the starting position. It turned out that only anti-radiation glasses that he often used when working in front of the laptop.

"Master!" Daru re-entered the room and stood some distance away from the bed.

"Say!" Mr. Morang responded without distracting him from Dias's face.

"Sakti said that .. according to BMKG estimates it is likely to rain heavily in the morning blind. So, it would be better if we leave after the weather improves again" Daru reported at length.

Mr. Morang sounded a deep sigh. "All right."

As a kind-hearted Young Master and not arrogant and songong, Mr. Morang is known to be good manners. Daru who had been his assistant for a long time had never gotten a tantrum from him.

"But, Mr ...." Daru seemed hesitant to continue his sentence.

"What else is it?" Mr. Morang turned his head to the side without turning his body.

"Ec ... The lady will arrive from Singapore at about eight in the morning" Daru continued.

"Then I will meet him first" said Mr. Morang with a gaze that was back anchored to Dias's face.

Next day.

As per the local BMKG prediction, heavy rain accompanied by strong winds flushed the city and its contents. Mr. Morang who did not sleep at all just stared at the raindrops stuck behind the glass window of his room.

Of course he can't sleep. This morning his wife arrived from Singapore on an official trip. They have been married for eight years and have no children.

TOK TOK TOK

Suddenly the door was knocked from outside. Mr. Morang blinked, then turned around along with the open door.

"Darling!" exclaim the wife with a crisp face.

"I miss you so much" said the pointy-faced, goose-nosed woman. Instantly his body sank into the chest of the husband's field.

"Me too" replied Mr. Morang. A burst of kissing landed on the top of the wife's head.

A few seconds passed with a friendly scene. The halal lovers channel their longing in the form of touch. The two separated for a week. Of course, it wasn't a short time. Until something suddenly flashed in the mind of the wife. Then she withdrew from her husband.

"Have you found him?" ask her with both eyes perfectly patterned.

The husband who understood where the wife was talking was nodding firmly.

"Where is he? I want to see him." The woman looked dizzy with a glowing face. She asked her husband to find a girl who could give birth to a child for them.

Mr. Morang who had felt a turmoil in him, then pulled back the body of the wife into his arms.

"Later I will take you to meet him, now your time is mine" he whispered in the wife's ear. Makes the woman squirm because she feels amused.

Without waiting for a response again, the man immediately carried his wife in a single jolt. He flew to nirvana and drowned in asmaraloka.

***

Bari just arrived at his hydroponic orchard. Today is a massive harvest carried out by all employees of the plantation.

Yes, that young man was not just a fugitive without capital. However, he was also an invisible businessman in the market. His performance was never shown. Even his wealth has also reached a level that can be labeled as sultan.

Not only that, Bari also has several processing plants from his own garden. The production results are in the form of box drinks and unique snacks.

However, the young man did not want the world to know about his identity. The focus of her life was simply to make her happy and to find her sister. Before the two goals of life are achieved, then he will not stop hiding.

"Sir Reyden!" A middle-aged man who was his own uncle, walked quickly towards him who had just descended from a moss-green Jeep car.

"How many times have I told you, uncle doesn't have to call me that formal." Bari is back. His uncle always called him Father.

"We're in a work environment, sir. I should have called you by that name" his uncle said with a smile.

"All right, Uncle." Bari turned the view in any direction. "Did the harvest begin?" tanyanya while continuing to comb the view around. Around him lay the fruit orchard of Melon Kingshow as wide as the eye could see.

"Still waiting for direction from the Father" replied his uncle. "If you want to participate, then we will ask the workers in garden A to move places."

News in the media that his nephew was a fugitive is no longer a secret. Uncle Arjun, once the middle-aged man was called so often, he already knew what the nephew was trying to accomplish.

So, it is his duty, to protect Bari from the view of all employees who are likely to report the existence of the young man to the police. Moreover, all this time, the workers did not know who their real big boss was, because from the beginning the hydroponic plantation and his factory was managed by Uncle Arjun. Bari only occasionally checks when working hours are over, or even at night.

"No need, Uncle. I'll keep an eye on them from the tower" Bari said. Then, the young man stepped into the tower next to Uncle Arjun's office.

The tower was deliberately made to monitor the movement of all employees from a distance. The original purpose of building the tower was for itself.

"Do I need to take you, sir?" uncle Arjun asked half-screaming.

"No need, Uncle. Just continue with Uncle's work," replied Bari no less yelling.

He kept running up the stairs to the top of the tower. Arriving at the top, he immediately stood on the edge while breathing fresh air.

The air in the hills is very refreshing, especially in the morning. The air is very cold.

Bari appears to be using binoculars. Directing it to the right and to the left with a fairly slow intensity of movement. Until finally a vibration on the phone makes it stop for a moment, then reach into his pants pocket.

"Sakti?" he murmured as he frowned after seeing the name on the screen.