Hastungkara Hotel Blockade

Episode 7.2: The Desire of a Baby

The last thing Rasya heard from his phone was gunshots.

Dor's!

The heart of Rasya stopped. His body began to shake. Is Fadil dead? His inner. He is still under the table. Close both his legs. Hugging his knees in fear. Then, he opened a little tablecloth to see the situation outside. Stay same. Only the officials and some servants were tied up and silenced. They are laid out in a circle. There's some in the circle there. Each circle has a bomb that keeps counting down.

34 Seconds to go.

Rasya ventured out of hiding. The officials who saw him immediately screeched for help. But, Rasya shook his head. "I'm sorry, I don't want to die."

"Hehashkhan hams! Hhhhhhhh!"

Rasya covered his ears. Running away. Although his legs were limp in fear, he did not stop. Rasya kept running, and...

BOOM!

Rasya's body was thrown several meters forward. Unconscious.

***

Fadil who is not warty is finally caught. And Nina too. Their hands were tied up strong. Two guards who always stick the mouth of the rifle guard them from behind. Three more, walk ahead. Fadil's last enemy immediately contacted his friend to arrest the two.

"It's all your fault, Dil. You should have been able to finish earlier," said Nina looking for things.

Fadil who had been holding onto his anger ever since, was provoked, exploding, "What?! Is this all my fault?!"

"Yes, right." Nina looked at him sharply.

Fadil stared at the tk losing sharply. "Hey, just so you know firing a bullet at someone else is not easy to tell."

"Look at you enjoying slaughtering these guys."

"What?! Youthought..."

Duk!

The guard who pointed his rifle tapped the weapon into Fadil's head.

"Damn! What do you think my head is Ha?!"

Duk!

The guard hit Fadil's head once again. Louder.

"Damn it! Watch till I get out, asshole!"

They arrived on the 190th floor. A very different floor with Fadil's shadow. The floor was full of small spaces neatly arranged. Fadil was put into one of them. Meanwhile, Nina was put in the next room.

The room in Fadil is full of shelves containing thick books. He's on a seat in a chair. A man with glasses who looked friendly sat across the table.

The bespectacled man placed an archive on the table. He smiled kindly at Fadil.

Fadil turned his face. I am tired of seeing that smile.

"Fadil Kurniawan, born 02 February 2010. Genius at school. From elementary school to college." The bespectacled man read Fadil's life.

"Hey! Whoareyou?! You're spying on me, aren't you?"

The glasses guy nodded. He shifted the file he threw earlier closer to Fadil. "I know from this archive. Oh, yes my name is Tundo."

Fadil looked at the archive and felt deja vu. Yes, a while ago there was a mysterious man who asked for bribes from him in order to escape as a field agent.

"You know, son. You're very talented. Unfortunately you didn't pass the martial arts exam, did you?"

"I'm amazed to see you shooting at my subordinates. You know they're field agents. You killed them quietly. Have you killed a human before."

Fadil. Boost. He only realized, when attacking the man who came to his room, he was very afraid of killing. But, just as he was about to escape from some terrorist hordes, he killed them undaunted.

"Great! It's great!" Mr. Tundo clapped.

"Okay, we're in on the real conversation. You know, a secret archive of ours has been hacked by someone."

Fadil looked at the bespectacled man who had now been sitting at the table, right in front of him. "It has nothing to do with me."

Bugs!

A hard blow struck Fadil's cheek. Real loud. Now he could feel blood flowing in his mouth.

"I'm not done talking, you idiot!" snapped Mr. Tundo with glaring eyes.

Because Fadil pissed his head against Pak Tundo's nose. Blood flows there. "ah! Dumbass!" Glasses dropped. Fadil stepped on it until it was destroyed.

Mr. Tundo kicked Fadil in the chest. The chair Fadil was sitting on collapsed. Fadil squealed in pain. "Basic Old Man damn!"

Mr. Tundo would step on him. Fadil rolled over, resting on his knees, he stood up. Kicking Mr. Tundo's head hard. As Mr. Tundo groaned in pain, he picked up a fragment of Mr. Tundo's glasses. Swiping it many times until the rope comes off.

It worked! Gratitude in the heart. Fadil immediately incapacitated Mr. Tundo with his deadly left punch.

"Difficult Old Man," he half gasped.

Door knob in turn. Fadil jumped behind the door.

"Sir, are you okay?" someone said open the door a little.

Fadil kicked that door. Made someone hit their head. Fadil disarmed.

Dor's!

Dor's! Dor's! Dor's!

Three more in the hallway directly in the cripple as well.

Fadil almost ran back to where he was. But, his ears caught the scream of the damned woman from the next room. He could have left her. But, either because of stupidity or what, he went into the room where Nina was in the room.

"Hey, bro. Stop in your place." A bare-chested man pressed a knife against Nina's neck as Fadil entered.

"Do you want what he is?" tanya Fadil stopped in place.

The man laughed. Then she fiercely kissed Nina's neck. "Let go, motherfucker! You left me, right?"

"Where is there? I'm just gonna go for a second, dear Nina." His tongue began to lick Nina's white neck.

The disgusted Fadil saw him turn his face away. But, she was quite surprised because the man recognized Nina. "Hey, you guys know each other?!"

"He's the one who haunts me, Dil. Ah." The knife started to pass through Nina's neck.

"Let go, him! Or I'll shoot."

It was unexpected. The man let go of Nina. He just put the knife on the floor. Boldly, his hand held the tip of Fadil's rifle. Put it right on the forehead. "Well, now you can shoot me easily" he said with a disgusting grin.

Fadil smile. Whynot?

"Don't, Dil!" yelled Nina from behind. "Don't kill him!"

"He almost killed you, you idiot!"

Crash it!

The man spewed blood from his mouth. His blood spurted staining Fadil's face. "Oh, Shit! That's right," complained Fadil closed his eyes. There was blood coming into his eyes.

"Feel that bastard," said Nina Ketus. Pulling the knife from the man's neck. Then stick it again in some places. The last one stuck it in his anus. "Now you know what it's like to be stabbed in the area."

Fadil is horrified to see Nina. Is he a psychopath? inner Fadil.

"You know, Nin. What's the same about us?" asked Fadil after walking away from his place earlier.

Nina tore a cloth from one of the corpses in the passageway. Tied it around his neck. "What?!" the question is more subtle.

"We have both killed people. Though a few hours ago, we were both worried about the person we just hurt."

Nina chuckles wickedly. "This time is different. You know pregnant women are regular cravings?"

Fadil.

"My baby wants to kill his father" he replied lightly.

Fadil gulped. Psychopathic baby. If he's big, he's definitely a hit man. "So, you still want to go back to your friend?" asked Nina in a normal voice.

Fadil was confused to answer. "Ehm, yeah. Let's get my phone first. If my friend does not answer. We're getting out of here."

Nina took a long breath. "All right."

Fadil's earphones were rustling again. There seems to be more information. "Ergh ... Everyone, switch the backup frequency. There's a cockroach that's also using this channel."

"Understand." Similar answers popped up over and over again until finally the static sound was gone.

Fadil took off his earphon. "Old Man didn't seem to be dead yet."

"Who?"

"The guy who almost killed me. He thinks I'm a hacker of their files."

Nina still doesn't understand.

"The man was controlling the whole army here."

"How did you know?"

Fadil pulled Nina's hand, put the earphonna in there. "These are the earphones that connect them all. Unfortunately they've changed frequencies."

Nina mangosteen, you know. Then, put it in the ear.

"No sound, you know." Fadil.

Nina flicked her shoulders. Unconcerned.

"Hey! They're in there!"

Fadil and Nina turned around. The terrorist appeared again. Both of them breathed in annoyance. When will this all end?

"Dil, you know what to do, right?" said Nina already moved to the back of Fadil.

Fadil. "Yeah, we ..."

"RUN!"

Nina was not given a chance to be surprised. His hand was instantly pulled strong by Fadil.

"You can shoot them, right? Only three people know," Nina said.

"My eggs are gone, as long as you know."

Nina fell silent.