Handsome Fugitive

Who's Bari?

"Let's go home, mama is like a madman because she worries about you" Prima said, taking off her arms.

Elmina nodded, then wiped both her wet cheeks with her palms.

Prima grabbed her sister from the side, then took her walking towards the parking lot.

In Elmina's car there was not the slightest sound. His gaze focused out the window. I don't know what he's really thinking, Prima doesn't know.

The twenty-nine-year-old matured man glanced thinly at the younger brother, then refocused on the steering wheel. He deliberately drove his car at moderate speed.

"What is the name of the young man?" Suddenly Prima asked just to break the silence. There was a strange thing that he caught from the silence of his sister.

Elmina is a jolly girl who is used to being noisy with all the unclear dialogue. Of course, Prima caught this unusual wave of silence. Like a four-year-old toddler, his sister always babbles when he is together. But why does it look different now?

Actually, the question that the man had just triggered was just a form of proof. Prima wanted to make sure that her silence had something to do with the young man she had been with for the past two days.

Elmina blinked after hearing the question from the older sister. The head was brought in a shift of direction, then replied, "His name is Bari, Brother." Now his face was facing towards Prima.

"So you know, he's very good at driving a car, really like a professional racer." Emotion begins to dominate him. "And even better, he managed to save me from a hail of bullets while we were still by the beach." It seemed like the topic chosen by Prima was the right topic of conversation. The proof, Elmina immediately returned excited.

Now, the man was able to conclude that from now on the younger brother was silent because he was thinking about the young man.

"Oh, so his name is Bari." Prima smiled scornfully.

"Why is my sister's facial expression so annoying like that?" Elmina frowned disliking.

"As far as you know, all the fugitives always give false information to anyone he meets." Prima's answer did not answer Elmina's previous question. He prefers to continue his dialogue which was cut off by his brother's curse.

Elmina. At first he did not want to believe that Bari was a bad person. But in the end, he was able to get valid information about the identity of the young man. Prima Sanjaya is the head of the criminal undercover unit in their city. So, it is certain that if his brother will provide reliable information not a hoax.

"Don't be too trusting. What else did he tell you?" Prima added to the question. Makes Elmina back to work. Because, he had dissolved in daydream mode for a moment.

"He ...." Elmina hesitated to continue her sentence. It made her brother look at her.

If anyone told you that I was a murderer, would you believe it?

A piece of Bari's dialogue was again ringing in Elmina's ear. Finally, he arrived at that moment. The moment where someone would say the exact same thing as what the young man who kidnapped her had said. And that person is his own brother.

"Is it true that he killed someone's life?" Elmina asked back. The continuation of the previous dialogue is no longer intended to continue.

"I didn't say that" replied the older brother, frowning.

"Jawab only, Brother. Why do we have to keep secrets?" his erang as he struggled on the arm of the brother.

"It's a code of conduct on duty, my sister. You know enough that he's a very dangerous young man. Better forget it!" Prima chose not to reveal the truth. The goal is just to commemorate the sister, that's all. "Obviously, if you ever see her again, you should contact her immediately" Prima said.

Elmina snorted in annoyance, then pulled away. His face frowned while folding both hands in front of his chest. His eyes returned out the window. His heart seemed to not accept when his brother said that.

Who is that young man really? he kept thinking.

Before long, the car driven by Prima arrived in the courtyard of a magnificent house. Two-story house with white as its identity.

Elmina got out of the car after she shut off the engine perfectly. The two stepped together to enter the house and were greeted by his beloved mother.

***

Yes, the three men standing guard in front of the ward had to tell him if their prisoner had escaped. Because it was too difficult to find traces of both, so inevitably they had to accept the rampage from the superior.

While some men were dressed the same as the three men, standing upright behind the potbellied man. A long barrel gun is strapped to each hand. Like the elite troops, they also appear with the addition of solid sunglasses. A large and stocky body is definitely their individual identity and is also the capital to slaughter opponents.

The man in the cowboy hat groaned and fired three consecutive bullets at each of the three men's legs in front of him.

DOR

DOR

DOR

The three screamed in pain as the brass bullet went through their bones. The three curled up while begging for mercy on the superior. Hoping that the middle-aged man would not take their lives right then and there.

"You know, I don't like failure the most." The man said in a furious tone. Making the three men who were shot earlier duck with trembling bodies. "This is just a warning, if you make a mistake again, then it's your head that I'm going to shoot!" the pekiknya paved the whole room.

The room looked like a tall warehouse without a ceiling. Around it there are many neatly arranged fuel drums circling the people who are there.

More precisely, this place is a fuel storage warehouse. In addition, there are also many illegal weapons that they hide.

"Find the young man! I want him alive!" tell the middle-aged man to the men standing behind him.

Everyone was ready and lowered their heads as the boss moved from his standing position. He immediately entered a car that was deliberately parked in the warehouse. A burly driver, dressed in a black suit, turned the vehicle around, then took his boss away from there.

After their superior, the muscular men immediately took a thousand steps to carry out the task. Some of them drive cars, and some of them ride motorcycles.

***

In a different place, a young man was attaching a boot complete with a small knife and a spare gun - tucked into a specially designed pocket on the side of the shoe.

A medium-sized backpack seemed to be perched on his back. He stood upright while raising one palm. A large round pendant diamond necklace, with a deep sea blue color highlighted clearly there. He stared at it without even wanting to speak. Slowly the necklace sank into his grasp, then put in a small rubik-shaped box with rainbow colors.

He tucked the rectangular object into his pants pocket and took a step to leave the room.

Arriving at the doorway, the breath of fresh air slowly. The windiness felt very soothing, gently stroking his front hair which looked rather long. He smiled thinly. He hadn't set foot in this house for a long time. The tree house that became one of his hiding places and also a house located on the outskirts of the crocodile forest.

The head was brought down faintly, examining the movements of the predatory crocodiles swimming in a small river beside the tree he had stepped on.

A pebble seemed to lie beside his feet. The body is brought down to reach the small object, then throw it towards the crocodile.

One of the beasts caught the pebble with his mouth.

"The greedy basis, crocodiles eat stones" he murmured, smiling mockingly.

His body moved quickly down the tree, then landed perfectly.

"I have to move fast" he told himself. Then walk out of the forest.