Hastungkara Hotel Blockade

Episode 5.2: The Lights Off

Both of his past friends were now in front of his eyes. Suddenly his hands felt pulsating. Fadil hates to see them both.

"Ehm .. can we come in?" damar asked after being quiet with each other.

Fadil opened the door even wider. His head is still down. He tried to dampen his emotions that are now raging like a storm.

Fadil had guessed it since. The hero must have checked the list of names at the reception after suspecting that Fadil was at this hotel. After finding Fadil's name and his room, Wira invites Damar to Fadil's room. There are things they should have talked about a long time ago.

"Well, you're rich already, aren't you? You can stay at a hotel mewh like this," said Wira trying to loosen this awkward atmosphere.

"No, really," said Fadil, "I won the lottery."

They were not too surprised to hear it. Maybe there has been a lot more super duper news that they found after entering as a field agent. So, a lottery win like this is not very exciting.

"Oh, so you won?" damar Response. The hero elbowed Damar who only responded like that. "Eh, I mean wow. Greatable. Congratulations, Dil!"

Fadil sighed. Then, say sharply "Maybe winning the lottery is indeed unattractive. So, don't force yourself to be surprised like that."

"You're still mad, huh, Dil?" ask a serious hero.

"Little." Fadil covered his face.

"That's been a long time, Dil. Do not keep in mind, dong," said Damar.

This time Fadil's head was completely boiling, with a louder voice he replied, "What are you saying?! Ha?! You think I can forget that my hands are coming off so often?!"

Wira's hand prevents Fadil from approaching Damar. "Dil, calm yourself?"

"Pardon me. I was wrong" said Damar.

Fadil brushed off the hand of the hero. "Now you're just gonna apologize. A year ago, after I got out of the hospital, why didn't you guys apologize?"

"We-we're scared, Dil. We ..."

The words of the Hero cut Fadil, "Now you are not afraid anymore? You think I can forgive you after I ruined my dream?"

"You're right. We were wrong. We're sorry."

"Maybe here I'm the most guilty, I really regret and apologize to you" Damar added.

Fadil did not answer. He could not forgive his two friends. His heart is too sick.

"Okay, then. Name your request, so that we can be forgiven. You want to cut off our hands? Pall-please?"

Fadil. They're really serious. Yeah, maybe cutting off their hands would be a fair reply. But, what is that like, friend? Recompense if one of the victims is hurt? Is this called friendship? After all, they had been through a lot together for several years. But, that incident he could not forgive. Fadil approached them both. Gave a deadly blow to his left hand.

Bugs!

Bugs!

"Stupid. Idiotically. Stupid."

Fadil immediately hugged the two who were frowning in pain from his punch. "You fools. I forgive you guys. I forgive you guys."

Wira and Damar do not understand the change of his friend so drastic. Moreover, Fadil's lightning punch earlier still shocked them. "From a long time ago, that's all I wanted to hear from you. I ..."

Tears slowly rolled in their eyes. "Really?" The hero does not believe it will be this easy. Is it true that long ago, Fadil only wanted an apology? He could have sued himself and Damar to the police.

"You think this is acting?"

"We're really sorry." Damar tightens embrace.

"Rubber." Hero approves.

For almost a year they had not met because of the tragedy that caused their friendship to break. Now meeting each other to forgive is a precious moment.

"Thank you, Dil. We thought you wouldn't forgive us forever."

Fadil let go of his embrace. "We, are friends. How could I not forgive you."

Damar and Wira smiled.

"Eh? Sorry, yes. I hit you guys."

Both smiled wryly. Because the blow really hurt. "Your punch is very hard, Dil. Next time you hit me, I guess, yeah."

Fadil laughs. "Eh, you guys, right, field agents. How's your job?" Fadil changed the topic that was more fun for him.

Hero chuckles. "Not very interesting. We're always almost dead, hehe."

Suddenly a call came in from Damar's cell phone. "There's a phone call soon."

Damar lifted him in a balcony.

"Oh, yes, Wir. Why are you guys here? There's a job, huh?"

Hero nodded. "We were just told to keep the president."

"Lho, why are you even here?"

The hero laughs mischievously. "We sneak for a second."

Fadil laughed. "You're the same as you used to be, yeah."

Their conversation stopped. Damar beckoned the Hero to leave immediately. "We have to go now." Damar's face paled. The face of the hero also paled.

"Dil, we go first."

Fadil who was still confused just nodded.

"Dil, be careful, huh?" whispered Wira before leaving and followed Damar out of his room.

Fadil is confused. What the hell is going on? Why are their faces pale? And what does it mean to say that he should be careful? Could something happen at the party?

I don't know why Fadil's feeling is so bad anymore. He worries by himself. Worried that there was nothing he called Rasya.

"Yes, is it okay in there?" Fadil asked after their phones connected to each other. Yesterday, Rasya had bought him a pulse.

"Y-yes, it's fine. Just more crowded. What's the matter, Dil?"

"No, my feelings are suddenly not good."

"Will I give you something?"

"No. Can you see everyone there?"

"Can."

"Is there anything suspicious?"

Rasha cut off the relationship. He could not have been closer if he had received a call. He took a canine, pretending to drive him there. Meanwhile, his eyes were watching the left right. Watch if anything suspicious. Uhm ... It seems like everything's fine. But the president didn't come soon, did he? Inner Rasya. It was nine at night.

Bruk!

Rasya hit the edge of the table. The tray underneath it spilled. He immediately cleaned it up. Well, it just seems that's the weird one. Rasya.

Bruk!

Once again his napa fell, his fry splattered. This time it was about a big man. "Eh ... M-sorry, Sir. I was not intentional."

Rasya squatted over again. That guy crouched down, "Oh!" Suddenly strangled.

"Why, Sir?"

"Nothing?"

"S-I can sort it out myself, really, sir. Thanks in advance."

The man laughed, "Maybe I'm old."

The man passed.

Rasya just smiled. But, his smile suddenly disappeared. His eyes caught something that the person tucked in his back. A long-barreled weapon. Isn't the current official weapon just an ordinary revolver? But, ...

Suddenly everything was dark.

***

Fadil's mind raged again. He is still waiting for the report from Rasya. Judging from how long he waited, Fadil was more and more convinced, something was going on in the hotel at the moment. Is the president coming to see the development of the research just a diversion? Wira and Damar are also here, right? They were told to escort the president, right? Escort from what? The hotel already has enough defense if only to protect the president.

Suddenly everything was dark.

The lights went out instantly.

The door to his room slammed instantly.

Someone was standing at the door. His hand carried a long gun.

Fadil is confused. But, one question was answered. This is what the hero meant to be careful.