Handsome Fugitive

For the sake of Beloved

Sakti swings away from the beach with mixed feelings. Bari cut the side connection without saying his next plan. He could not understand the thoughts of his little friend. It could be that the young man was taking lightly the police and other security departments who served at the airport.

When he was wrapped in confusion, his steps suddenly slowed down when the view captured two figures of men who were sitting relaxed while chatting in a gazebo built not far in front of the villa.

Galbi, who was a friend of his profession along with Daru looked so familiar in a laugh. The two look like two outboard companions with each other throwing jokes.

"Coffee?" bargain Galbi as Sakti sits joined.

The man nodded thinly as Galbi raised the warm cup of coffee he had just poured into the glass.

"What are you talking about?" Sakti asked as she sipped her drink.

Galbi chuckles amusedly. Makes Sakti frown.

"That .. the Daru, just told me a funny thing, it doesn't make sense" Galbi said in between his laughter.

Sakti seemed to raise his eyebrows, then placed the paper cups on the round table they hit.

"Cute story?" Sakti start kepo.

Daru, who had just put on a grim face, now began to speak, "Yes, Young Master just threw away his money for free just for a little girl." Daru smiled obliquely.

Unlike the expressions of Daru and Galbi, Sakti instead put on an enthusiastic face.

"You mean?" he urged Daru to continue his story.

"That's .. ten billion girls." The chin of Mr. Morang's personal assistant leads to Olla and also Dias who are still sitting on the shore.

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Sakti really understands where Daru said. Of course, the Ten Billion Girl that the man referred to was Dias, there was no way his wife was Mr. Morang.

Reyden Elbarak's best friend gnashed his teeth. Although Dias was not his biological brother, his heart did not accept that the girl was made into merchandise.

Galbi who noticed the change in expression of his friend, then patted Sakti's shoulder.

"You okay?" Of course, it was a silly question, which Galbi obviously knew the answer to.

Sakti was not doing well, his jaw was tightening and his breathing was heard hunting.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" Daru frowned-necked.

Realizing that, Sakti immediately tried to calm down. It would be unwise for him to act as he pleases before knowing what Bari's plan is. He does not want to be rash in action. At least now Dias has been found. If he steps wrong, Mr. Morang will take the girl away so that no one can find her whereabouts.

"Ah, it's okay. My stomach suddenly starts to break." Sakti got up from position, then stepped towards the villa.

Galbi, who was suspicious, still stared at Sakti's back and drowned in the door. He realized that something was not right that was being hidden by the man who had long been his co-worker.

***

At an airport, a middle-aged woman, dressed in fashionable clothes, was scrabbling a small suitcase in her hand. A wide frame glasses perched nicely on his nose. Heart-red lipstick becomes a true choice as a self-identity that cannot be hidden. The age is approaching the smell of the ground, where maybe he uses pink lipstick.

"Taxi!"

Next to his palm was pointing forward, making one of the airport taxi drivers who had lined up in the lobby open the car door for him.

"Where are we going, ma'am?" asked the driver when the middle-aged woman was sitting comfortably in the back seat.

"Moralla Island" he answered.

"I know," his response seemed relaxed while fixing his expensive glasses.

"Then?" The driver looked at him from the rearview mirror in front.

"Take me to the suburbs" he said without looking back at the driver. His voice began to sound cold.

The driver, who felt the strangeness of the passengers, thought for a moment before gas.

"Wait what else?" the middle-aged woman protested in a stern tone.

The man sitting in front of the steering wheel finally nodded and took his vehicle forward. On the way, they were both silent.

After two hours of travel.

"Madam, our journey will take a lot of time, you should just rest," said the driver looking for a friend to chat because his eyes had begun to sleepy.

The middle-aged woman, taking off her glasses, then said, "Stop!" he said with a snarl. The driver was surprised when he stepped on the brake pedal.

"Down you!" he told the driver, making the man confused. He still had time to see the woman from behind the mirror reflection.

"Down!" he said it again with a tone full of emphasis. Without being able to resist, the man got out of his car along with the middle-aged woman.

"Lake in!" he again told the man to sit in the passenger seat.

After being hypnotized, the man obeyed whatever the woman had said. Rather than being the months of an aunt, she could end her life, she thought.

Change positions, that's what they do. The middle-aged woman continued driving the taxi until it took an eight-hour trip. His eyes glanced at the rear-view mirror in front, the driver still sleeping when they arrived at the outskirts of the city.

It looks like a pier built on a river. Not far ahead there is an estuary that connects them to the high seas.

The sky is starting to fade. The middle-aged woman got out of the taxi. His eyes are sweeping around. A speed boat driver approached him.

"Can you help me, ma'am?" the tananya is friendly using the language of the locals.

"I want to go to the island of Moralla" the woman replied in fluent English.

The man who is his interlocutor certainly understands the meaning of the woman, even though he does not really understand foreign languages.

"Come!" Next to his hand leads to one of the speed boats parked on the edge of the dock.

The middle-aged woman sat comfortably in it, after the carpenter stuffed her small suitcase in the back seat.

Without lingering any longer, they immediately left the dock right then and there.

The taxi driver, who had just woken up from his sleep, looked aghast as the car had stopped. Circumstances of views out the car window, it had arrived at the suburban dock.

"Huh?"

Suddenly the driver was flabbergasted, when he realized that countless piles of money were filling his lap. Both of his eyes were teary with happy crows. In his heart, he began to curse himself who had thought no-no to the middle-aged woman earlier.

"Whoever is that woman, may God always protect her and carry out all her affairs" said the man, wiping his wet cheeks with both palms.

***

The speed boat had just been parked on a dock on Moralla Island. Without asking much, the middle-aged woman climbed onto the mainland carrying her small suitcase after handing over a wad of cash still wrapped inside a light brown envelope.

The taxi man just gaped at the thick envelope in his hand. He could not even thank her because she had walked away from him.