Handsome Fugitive

Towards the Island

"Sakti?" he muttered while frowning after seeing the name listed on the phone screen.

"Is that how she misses me?" The young man continued muttering without the slightest intention of receiving the call. A smile is easy.

He placed the flat object on a plastic chair beside him. Then, go back to the agenda.

Many times Sakti contacted him, but Bari did not receive the call.

He continued to monitor the work of the laborers who deftly harvested the golden yellow Melon Kingshow fruit.

This melon fruit is still rare in the market. The size is smaller than melon in general. A unique pattern that looks more like the shape of a watermelon, but does not leave the distinctive pattern of the melon itself.

When it comes to price, Melon Kingshow is more expensive. It also tastes better and sweeter than regular melon. This is the factor that causes the price to be higher in the market. Moreover, the number of farmers of this type of melon can still be calculated with fingers. That's the reason that made Bari decide to pursue this business.

However, unexpectedly his business immediately developed rapidly. Starting from a home garden into a hectarant garden. It turns out that this Handsome Fugitive is a sultan disguised as a vagrant.

Eaaac.

Bari activity again stopped when his binoculars caught a surprising sight.

A very familiar girl walked into the plantation area. The girl appeared to be wearing a round hat with her long black hair draped. Together with some of his friends the girl seemed to talk while laughing loosely.

Bari had raised his eyebrows next to his neck. What was the girl doing on her farm? However, a few seconds later, he began to recall his conversation with Uncle Arjun.

Based on reports he received last week from his father's sister, lately their plantation is often flooded with visitors who want to travel. Either, just to take pictures, or do an educational tour. Therefore, Uncle Arjun had the idea to flap the business wings of his nephew as a tourist spot. Count while diving drinking water.

Given that, Bari immediately smiled nosily. The phone that returned to vibrate signaled the call from Sakti again ignored. Threw that flat object, then put it in a pants pocket. Then he rushed down the tower stairs.

It seems like the pretty girl in the round hat is more attention-grabbing than talking to Sakti.

While in a different place.

"Is the child not awake yet?" upset Sakti because his call was not answered. He wanted to show off his profession that had been ridiculed by Bari as a cargoist at the airport. Intentionally, early in the morning to make a video call to his best friend because probing Bari is an old habit that he often does.

"Ah, I'd better send you a photo" he murmured. Then install a front-ready camera to capture the image.

CHUCKLE

The picture of Sakti with a pepsodent smile style and wearing the full uniform of a pilot was sent to Bari's phone.

"Tumben once you're selfie in the morning" chirped the co-pilot beside him. A man of Uzbek descent. They are placed in one room. Not the will of Mr. Morang, but a direct request from Sakti.

"Hahaha, the old hobby is springing back," Sakti replied with a nosy smile. Then, turn off the phone and put it on the nightstand.

Their trip this time was quite far away, it would definitely take a lot of time. Sakti immediately moved, pulled his small suitcase, then put in the various equipment he needed while on the island.

While in a room not far from the Sakti room.

Dias just worked his eyes out. His sleep was so sleepy that it made him wake up beyond the usual hours.

Slowly he got up from the contest, then a look was invited to scroll around. There's no one. Really lonely. Remove the blanket that covers part of the body, then move down the mattress.

Natural shock that pushes his bladder in the morning, makes himself immediately enter the toilet directly connected to the bathroom.

Unbeknownst to Dias, Mr. Morang and his wife tried to knock on the door many times. However, as there was no response from him, they finally decided to enter the room.

The couple seemed to walk while embracing each other's bodies. The happy sparkle on Mr Morang's wife's face looked very obvious. Soon, he will meet the girl who will give him a child.

The woman who was familiarly called Olla released her hand link on the waist of the husband, then stepped forward. His neck rotated to the left when he heard the gurgling sound of water coming from the bathroom.

"It looks like she's taking a bath" she said, turning body-to-face to the husband.

"How was your trip yesterday?" ask Olla.

Mr. Morang stared at the bathroom door that was still tightly closed. "The journey is smooth there are no obstacles of any kind" replied Mr Morang.

"I don't mean it, honey." Olla pinched her husband's stomach.

"Aw!" Mr. Morang complained while trying to release the hand of the wife from her stomach. "Mama still does not want to move here" said Mr Morang. The sentence immediately made the wife's face instantly clouded.

FLECKISH

The open bathroom door revealed Dias' body that had returned to fitness.

His face was shocked when he saw two strangers in the room. Dias then pulled away and wanted to go back into the bathroom. However, Olla's voice successfully stopped him.

"Wait!" The woman was already standing in front of Dias and holding the door that was almost closed. "Not to be afraid, come on!" Olla extended her hand.

Dias still looked frightened. His body trembled a little. However, the friendly face Olla showed managed to make the girl welcome the woman's hand.

Slowly Olla took Dias walking and sat down on the chair in front of the dresser.

Dias had not dared to look at the man sitting on the edge of the bed. The focus was only on Olla's face.

"Hi .. introduce my name Olla." Mr Morang's wife smiled.

Dias returned his smile. "My name is Dias."

Olla smiled again. "Good name" praised the woman. "And that .. my husband. His name is Nata Morang." Olla's index finger was pointing at her husband. Make Dias's view roll following.

GLUE

One sip of saliva painstakingly passed through Dias' throat. So this is Mr. Morang, his heart said.

Mr. Morang smiled faintly towards Dias.

"Now we are your new family." Olla's sentence successfully caught Dias's attention. "In the meantime, we're off to the island. You get ready first, we wait outside."

Although not very understanding of the meaning of Olla's words, Dias still nodded his head.

Olla then moved from there and pulled her husband's hand out.

Dias was still watching the second step of the husband and wife until the body of both disappeared swallowed by the door.

"Looks like a good girl" Olla commented as the door closed. "His face looks innocent, I like it." The woman drowned her head on the husband's chest. A faint smile rose at both corners of his lips. However, his heart raced faster.

"But, how do we get the matter to her?" The man seemed doubtful. He was worried that Dias would reject their request.

"Make the matter to me" said Olla, gnashing many times so that her tears would not fall on her cheeks.

***

Sakti?" Daru peeked out from the gap connecting between the pilot room and the passenger room.

Sakti turned his head, then opened the sealing glass.

"Mrang Morang has boarded the plane" said Daru, who was embraced by Sakti.

Then Mr. Morang's personal assistant returned to his seat.

Slowly the plane wheels started moving. The longer the faster, until it finally floated in the air.