Hastungkara Hotel Blockade

Episode 15: Blockade of Floor 50

Now Fadil is walking even more alertly. Many times he looked back. Making sure that Nina and the President are okay. He doesn't want to lose anymore. Wira's death has been very super duper bad for him. But he did not want to be in sorrow. My mind is trained in this kind of thing. It is already a risk of losing a close friend on the battlefield or mission. You have to be ready to lose your life too. Fadil stroked the flash he had taken earlier in his pocket. Safe. Inner relieved.

"Your hands are better?" ask Nina carefully. Because from earlier he saw Fadil's jaw that was constantly tightly clenched.

"Yes, it's better. Don't worry, stay alert! Take cover behind me if you see anything suspicious." Fadil twisted his right arm that some time ago he healed. Yes, in an emergency like this he can replace his battery with an object that weighs the equivalent.

Nina nodded in return. The President continued to follow between the two of them. Safety is the first priority for both.

Not far from where they were, Fadil could hear a barrage of gunshots and swearing annoyed some people. Reflexes alone, he raised his hand. He told the President and Nina to stop. "You guys wait here. Oh, yes, Nin. Do not hesitate to use the gun. Also, yes!" fadil's message was immediately replied with a nod. Fadil had entrusted SKPI-069 to both because the weapon did not have a strong repulsion. In addition, they also, Damar's men also have a stock of bullets that are various and diverse. Fadil is pretty sure they'll be fine.

Fadil settles close to those sounds. Peering from behind the corner of the hallway. His eyes caught them. Five people were trying to open the door. One of the annoyed people threw open the door. Another one uses a kind of chainsaw to cut that door. But, more surprising than that, they have the latest SKPI and only a few months ago it was inaugurated, SKPI-381 (This weapon is able to penetrate the defense of bulletproof clothes). Of course the inauguration is very secret.

Fadil doesn't want to take any big risks. So, before they realized Fadil's whereabouts and before counterattacking, Fadil finished those people off quickly.

"Good weapon," muttered Fadil taking one. The gun was heavy in his hands.

"Sir ASN! Nina's! You can get out!"

Rasya and Mr. Danu sayup-sayup heard Fadil's voice outside. They look at each other. "M-maybe it's Fadil?" rasha asked herself exactly. But, Mr. Danu nodded at the question. "I think the same, too," said oneju. "let me make sure first."

Mr. Danu put down the bread. Get close to the door. In a loud, yet careful voice he said, "Son Fadil?! Is that you?!"

Fadil approached the door in surprise when he heard Mr. Danu's voice. He did not expect that Rasya would survive with this person. What a coincidence isn't it, if both of his hotel acquaintances survived together? "Sir Danu, is that you?" ask Fadil excited. It was as if he was ready to break down that steel door right then and there.

"Yes, is this you, Nak Fadil?"

"Yes, Sir. Its me. You're with Rasya?"

"He's in this room. Then we'll get out."

Rasya who had been listening hastily cleaned up the rest of their food. Then, come near the door. "D-Dil!? S-thankfully you survived," he said happily.

"I'm also glad to know you survived!"

The drug shelves that Mr. Danu had put on the door creaked. The shelves shifted according to Mr. Danu's encouragement. Rasya hurriedly helped. "It's better that I, you still haven't recovered properly," said Mr. Danu releasing Rasya's hand next to him.

"N-no, Sir. I-I can do it."

"See, just rest first."

Irritatedly he let go of his grip on the medicine shelf. Let the old hand of Mr. Danu push him. Rasya knew the man was strong. But, he shouldn't forbid her to help him.

The door creaked open after a few minutes. The two immediately contacted each other's eyes. Nothing surprises Rasya and Mr. Danu more when he sees Mr. ASN behind Fadil who smiles with dignity. "Really? I mean..." Mr. Danu terabata. His eyes sparkled through every detail of Mr. President's face.

"Not to be impressed like that. Fadil is worthy of admiration. He has helped me until I can be here."

Pak Danu and Rasya's gaze turned towards Fadil. The young man was no longer an innocent and innocent figure who was amazed when he saw the luxury of the Hastungkara Hotel a few days ago. He looked a little different, he looked stronger behind his dirty face and some bloodstains on his shirt. "You?! D-Dil!? You're..." Rasya could not continue his sentence. He does not believe, Fadil who looks weak can bring the president until now.

"Son Fadil, you look great."

Fadil forced smile. He could not accept all the compliments. He felt unworthy. His mind was filled with the death of Wira a few minutes ago. That was what reminded him to leave immediately. Because now, he had brought everything. Yeah, there's no one she knows who lives with her. They're ready to get out of this hotel.

"We have to leave immediately" he said a little impolitely ruining the little reunion. But, everyone nodded in agreement. Rasya still looked at him in disbelief. "Will I tell you after you get out of here, okay?" his whisper instantly made Rasya stupefied and stopped looking at him.

They walked two by two in the narrow hallway. Only Fadil walked alone because their numbers were odd now. This position is quite strategic because if there is an enemy from the front, Fadil can immediately finish him off. But, if there was an enemy from behind, Fadil could only rely on Nina. She has potential in shooting. But, until this moment there was no sign of the enemy who intended to attack them. So, they can walk a little more leisurely. Mr. President was repeatedly questioned by Mr. Danu. The old man promoted himself as the president's personal driver. All his words he said were accompanied by some jokes that made Mr. ASN laugh. He also told me how great he was when he became a great rider. Sometimes also interspersed with fast driving tips. Fadil is not too concerned because he never stepped on the pedal of the car or just touched the steering wheel. He was comfortable sitting in the passenger seat. But, hearing that story, he was a little interested in trying to drive a car. Looks exclaiming.

In the back of the two old men, Rasya and Nina did not talk at all. Both are confused as to what to say. In order not to look clumsy, Rasya tried to join the conversation with Mr. President and Mr. Danu. But, his words were ignored by the two because of his extremely small voice. Nina smiled at him every now and then. But, it hurriedly turned its face back as Rasya glanced at him. When she turned her face back, she was happy to smile wider.

"The lift is stuck again" said Fadil upset after a while trying to open the elevator door. The elevator did not budge even though it had been poked with the things they carried.

"I think this elevator was shut off from the CCTV room. Usually once a week they do it to make up or test weekly," explained Mr. Danu who has worked at the place long enough. "We have to go up the stairs then."

Nina and Rasya seem to object. Others did not heed the objection. Each agreed to go through the stairs. After all, learning from the incident a few hours ago, passing the stairs is safer.

Each ridge has only one emergency stairway. Fadil remains as alert as ever. Mr. ASN and Mr. Danu are also busy talking about many things. The conversation spread to various topics. Now even talking about forests and plants that sound fantastic and have only been discovered in the last few decades. Bored Rasya finally ventured to open a conversation with Nina who was also bored. They chose a safe topic, which was about college.

The next floors are very quiet because the floors are mostly museums of pride Hastungkara Hotel. Fadil who is tired of pointing at his latest SKPI is now slinging it on the shoulder. Mr. Danu and Mr. ASN finally stopped talking on the 61st floor. Nina has been complaining about her tired legs since the 65th floor.

"How did Mr Danu meet with Rasya?" tanya Fadil who now serves Mr. Danu and Mr. President.

"Kids?"

Mr. Danu chuckled at Fadil's puzzled expression. "Yeah, my son, Rasya. How could a father stay to him when he hears an explosion from his son's place?"

"So, Mr Danu is Rasya's father?"

"Really," Rasya spoke up. "Sorry not to tell you before."

Fadil was still shocked to hear the statement. "Eating it I felt there was a similarity between Mr. Danu and Rasya."

They chuckle together. Mr. Danu finally told me about his family.

***

The Right Hand was very upset after finding out his people had broken up with him. That means only one, his men are dead. Corals have also confirmed this. Some people at the 70th floor managed to save themselves. Instead of giving the order to directly attack them, the Right Hand had his troops gathered on the 50th floor. Except two guys in the CCTV control room. Previously the two men were ordered by him to open all the elevators blocked by Vishnu. Unfortunately Vishnu complicates the task a little. But, the Right Hand has a plan. He told the two men to stop trying. "Let the elevator go!" orders are via microphone. That way, the stubborn stains that are moving on his 3D map will come this place. That's when the history of the stains will end.

His men were told to prepare this room. Party decorations for those stains should be prepared as best as possible.

***

Fadil draws conclusions from the story he just heard from Mr. Danu about his family.

Mr. Danu got married about 25 years ago. Since then he has quit racing for his beloved wife. At first they could live happily. In fact, there hasn't been a year they've been married, Ms. Danu is already pregnant with her first child.

Over time Mr. Danu bored with his daily life. The money is slowly thinning because it does not work for a long time. He is not welcome in any company. He only has one skill, which is driving. His wife forbade him to be a driver. There is nothing more worried about Mr. Danu's wife than the safety of her beloved husband.

Their child is born also finally, the cost can be overcome. New problems around finance do not always entangle both. Their debts are like clouds. Inflated and ready to rain down with criticism of debt bills. Because it was not strong with such circumstances, finally Mr. Danu decided to apply for a job as a hotel driver. His wife agreed when she found out Mr. Danu was accepted to work there. After all, hotel drivers should not drive vehicles above 100 km/h. That was the basis of his wife being a little calm.

But all that is less. The growth and education of Rasya continues to increase. This time, Mr. Danu quietly returned to the racecourse, he followed the wild racing. At first his wife was happy to get a lot of money because of the work. He could buy more luxurious items and more appropriate clothes. However, his wife was suspicious for a long time as well and investigated him.

It didn't take long, Mr. Danu's dark work was uncovered. His wife was furious. He left and never came back until now. From then on, he had to be a single parent to Rasya.

Fadil looked at Mr. Danu and Rasya alternately. It seems like Rasya was not bothered by the story. He looks ordinary. So did Mr. Danu, even though the story seemed sad, at least for the old man, Mr. Danu's face told it all casually and a lot of jokes.

"Is Mr. Danu not sad at staying away like that?" tanya Fadil is concerned. "Sorry before, I just want to know." In a hurry, he added.

Mr. Danu chuckled short. No, his voice was choked. "Yes, that's the most unpleasant moment to remember. It's sad, but I don't want to continue to linger in such grief."

"Truly, without a mother, we can still live happily. If he's the one who's gone, why should we be sad?" rasha stuttered as usual.

Mr. Danu smiled. Patting his son's shoulders. Fadil was still confused by both. Look ahead. If the Hero leaves why should he be sad? I should've had to prove that I could do better than him. Yeah, that's the best honor. Dissolving in grief in people who can't come back is stupid. That is how Fadil concluded.

Next to Mr. Danu, Mr. President also looked pensive. His face showed respect to Mr. Danu. Maybe Mr. President also thought the same thing with Fadil. Or sum it up from his own point of view. But clearly, Mr. President is amazed at Mr. Danu will sincerity for the loss of his wife. In his heart he promised to give up his own wife and child. He should make his wife and son proud. Unaware of the eyes of Mr. ASN glazed. It was bitter and painful to think about his wife and child. It was hard to keep the promise he made himself. He doesn't feel ready. No, he has to be ready.

Fadil opened the fifty-floor door. The blink of his eyes caught the oddity in the room. It is not certain what the strange thing is, but his hand is outstretched. The four people behind him stopped. The downcast ASN sir raised his head in curiosity. "What's up, Dil?" tanyakanya.

"I felt something was odd," Fadil replied scrutinizing every detail of the quiet room in front of him. All followed Fadil's movements, scrutinizing the details before them. The five men close the line. Fadil got his rifle out. "That's it," he murmured after seeing the look in front of him tremble faintly.

Dor's!

A bullet slid through the look in front of him followed by an invisible shout.

"What's that?!" great-granddaughter Nina was worried again.

Before knowing what was in front of them, Fadil encouraged the people behind him to return. "Retreat! Back off! We're back on the previous floor!"

I don't know what they're facing up ahead. Fadil's orders sound reassuring and make everything conform.

"We're caught!"

"Stop them!"

"Damn it!"

Some swearing buzzed around Fadil's group. But, their eyes did not capture the human form at all. Then, a barrage of bullets just popped out of the air around them randomly.

Fadil and his members panic even more. They rushed into the door of the stairs to the 51st floor. The bullets kept on rolling. One of them cannot be avoided by Fadil. No, rather not in Fadil's consciousness. Yeah, a bullet hit his leg. It was the same time the staircase door closed.