Handsome Fugitive

Pretend Stranded

Dias sat pensively on his bed. The flashback shadow of her conversation with Olla two days ago re-spinned in the mind.

His eyes narrowed, his eyebrows clutched. The sense of helplessness further cornered him into unrest. He himself did not expect, the fate of his life seemed to be re-plugged. The bitterness of the soul began to make his eyeballs foggy.

After agreeing to Olla's request, Dias now begins to be attacked by shock. Because, at the age that is still very unstable, of course it is so easy to push yourself to change your mind.

His head shook his head many times while crying in silence.

"Mother ...!"

The groaning was not successful in achieving tranquility.

Satisfied in tears, the girl now began to melt in exhaustion.

Without Dias realizing it turned out that from earlier his crying was witnessed by a pair of eyes of a man. Who else if not Mr. Morang. Intentions had wanted to deliver a glass of milk to the girl, of course at the request of the wife. However, after the body stood in front of the room door, he heard a small stuffing sound from inside because the door was not closed tightly.

"Did he change his mind?" he murmured as he continued to look inside.

Encouraged by empathy, his sturdy hands began to slowly pull open the door. As he approached the bed, his eyes rolled towards the window whose curtains seemed to be flying because of the sea breeze.

After placing the milk glass on the table beside the bed, Mr. Morang walked up to the window, and closed it.

Then the two legs again stepped closer to the bed. With doubt, he sat his gallant body on the edge. Deflecting Dias who fell asleep in a tilted position towards him.

The two elbows rest on the knees, while the fingers are linked together under the chin.

"Actually I myself don't want any of this to happen either" he said as if speaking to Dias. Both of the girls eyes were still tightly closed without any movement.

"I love my wife very much" he continued in the same position. Let's just say, Mr. Morang is confiding. "But I will do anything for his happiness. Including if I have to give up all the treasures I have." There was not the slightest doubt on his face.

"I'm sorry," he said after sighing deeply. The head rotated towards Dias for a moment, then got up and left the room.

Outside the villa.

"Hey, who is that?" asked a guard as he walked closer to the gate.

"Please, Sir." Seemed a middle-aged woman in fashionable clothes, standing in front of the iron gate that was still locked. Super expensive glasses no longer appear to complement the appearance.

The guard frowned, of course thinking hard; where did these fashionable aunts come from in the blind?

"Who are you?" the guard politely asked after knowing his interlocutor was an older person.

"I'm one of the speed boat passengers with a destination Montego Island. I fell asleep during the trip." The aunt looked stingy.

"Why did I wake up, I was lying there on the dock." His finger pointed towards the pier east of the villa. "They left me and took my wallet and my jewelry with them" the middle-aged woman explained dramatizingly.

That slander is cruel. However, this is not the real intention. It seemed that the middle-aged woman was just playing a big role.

The villa guard felt pity at once because he remembered the mother who was at home. He quickly opened the gate, then asked the woman to wait at the guard post.

"I have to ask the Young Master for permission of the owner of this villa first, wait a moment" he said. Then the man walked into the villa.

His two eyeballs suddenly turned red withstanding the longing turmoil that had been mounting. His chest was felt rumbling when the feeling of wanting to meet his sister hit again. He really can't wait to see the tiny face that has not filled his field of view for ten years.

Why could that be?

The answer is because the man sitting in the guard post of the villa is a disguise from Reyden Elbarak.

Yes, Bari had to take the road in order to escape the very strict checks at the airport. By wearing a leather mask with the face of a middle-aged woman, he was very good at exploring his role. At first he had a chance to laugh when he saw his disguise face from the mirror reflection.

Many times he practiced dialogue in a softened and dramatized style of language. Of course, in order to really convince every interlocutor. However, it did not seem as easy as he imagined. Mimicking the voice of a middle-aged woman, it was quite draining the air.

Bari still looked shaky. "It seemed like it was the longest dialogue I spoke," he muttered in a genuine voice while patting the mosquito that was clinging to his cheek.

Simultaneously, from the direction of the villa appeared two men walking towards him. One of them was the villa guard.

"Good night, Madam." The other man greeted Bari kindly. His body slightly bowed respectfully.

Bari then stood up, then returned the greeting of a man who was none other than Daru.

"Mr wants to see you. Come on, come with me." Daru advanced a side of his hand, which Bari embraced without saying a word.

Inside the villa.

"Master?"

Daru greeted his superior, when he arrived at the living room.

Mr. Morang who was waiting on the sofa then nodded, then asked his guest to sit down.

Bari didn't seem nervous at all. The leather mask he wore was completely sculpted so perfectly that it did not arouse any suspicion at all.

"I've heard your story from the villa guard earlier." Mr. Morang said as he looked towards Bari. His shady gaze, really implied a good personality. "I'm so sorry" continued the man.

Bari nodded with a sad face.

Really top actor. After this, there will definitely be many producers who will offer him to play a movie on the big screen.

"You can stay here, madam. The day after tomorrow there will be a speed boat that passes to get to Montego Island. My assistant will take you to the room" said Mr. Morang, smiling kindly. Then the man got up from his seat - about to enter the room.

"Thank you very much, sir." Finally Bari let out her falsetical voice.

Make Mr. Morang stop the movement. The man twisted his neck and slightly furrowed his forehead.

"Together, Madam." He smiled, then passed.

After Mr. Morang's departure, Bari was escorted to a guest room. In this villa there are many rooms available. The aim is to provide lodging for guests if Mr. Morang holds an event there.

"Since when have I become the Big Lady?" muttered Bari while throwing his body on the mattress. A long, exhausting journey. Both of his eyelids were almost closed and were drowning deeply. However, the gloominess of Sakti's face flashed through his mind.

"I have to tell the boy" he told himself. Then reach for his phone that is in his pocket.