Heart Thief
Back to the City
A little girl was crying sobbing while sitting on the cold asphalt. Today is not too late because the Sun just hid itself an hour ago. The girl was still crying on the sidewalk, not far from where a boy was standing staring at her. He tugged at the end of his clothes to cross the road.
"Why, Honey?" The mother turned to her son with a big smile.
The boy pointed towards the girl who was crying until finally his mother followed the direction of her child's little fingers.
"Can we help him, Mom? Looks like he needs help." The plain speech of the little boy who was embraced by his mother.
They then walked closer to the little girl, the mother crouched down and held the palm of the little girl before her. Suddenly, the girl raised the head she had hidden behind the folds of her hand. He stared fearfully at the mother and son in front of him.
"Hey, don't be afraid." Said the boy trying to calm the little girl in front of him, he smiled sweetly to display a row of neatly arranged teeth.
"What's the matter, son? Are you lost?Where are your parents?"Ask the mother of a boy.
The little girl only shook her head weakly in response to the mother's question.
"You want me to go find your parents?" Ask the mother again. But the little girl still shook her head to make the mother confused what to do to the girl in front of her.
"We'll just take him to the police station, Mom so his parents can find him as soon as possible." The plain boy proposal.
The mother moved her head in agreement, she smiled looking at her son who gave her brilliant idea despite his young age.
"You're right, honey. Come on, kid, come with us. Let your parents not worry about looking for you." Invite the mother but again the little girl refused he actually stood up and ran away leaving the mother and child who were surprised at his sudden attitude.
"Hey son, wait." The mother tried to pursue the step of the girl to the end of the highway. But unfortunately, the girl ran agile enough to make the middle-aged woman and her child lose track of the little girl.
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In a narrow alley, the little girl hid. A place that is quite dirty according to him it became his escape from the pursuit of Mother earlier. Without thinking about the risks he would face in that place, he hid behind a pile of neatly arranged blue oil drums beside a small warehouse whose building looked quite old. On the right and left side of the warehouse it has been overgrown with wild plants, a lot of, the guardrail in the warehouse has also been seen weathered from the iron used that has been rusted on each side and vines that adorn the parts of the dividing side of the warehouse.
Zetta turned his eyes to the right and left hoping that the surrounding situation was safe and that no one would come after him.
When he was about to step away from that location, a sneer sounded chatter from inside the empty warehouse.
"Do we need to send people to arrest him?" Ask a man whom Zetta believes is a man.
"No need, before we have enough evidence to show he's betrayed, we'd better just follow the way he plays." Answer the man's interlocutor whom Zetta guessed was a man.
At first Zetta wanted to leave and left the place, but the two men's words made her undo her intentions and return to her original place.
"Retail according to the original plan and make sure no one knows about our activities. Make sure the cops don't smell our tracks either." Said the man.
"Police? What activities do they mean?" Inner Zetta was curious.
When Zetta was busy with his mind suddenly the door of the warehouse was opened without the knowledge of Zetta and the two people who were chatting discovered the whereabouts of Zetta.
"There's a victim apparently" chirped a man in brown with a blue jacket. A sneaky smile was imprinted on the man's face as well as his friend's.
The man walked up to Zetta who slowly rewinded himself avoiding the two men.
"What are we supposed to do with this scout, Don?" Ask the man to his friend called Don.
The man next to him singled out an evil smirk, "if we send his organs it will definitely be very expensive." Said the man called Don.
The man nodded and stepped forward towards Zetta. Without wasting any time, he grabbed Zetta's hand and forcibly pulled her into the warehouse that might have been the headquarters of both of them.
"Hey what are you going to do with that girl!" Shouted a middle-aged man towards the two people dragging Zetta.
Don turned his head in annoyance at the reprimand of the man known to the elders in this village.
"Hey old man, can't you not interfere in our affairs? Take care of your own business and don't interfere with what we do." Snapping Don, instead of being afraid, the middle-aged man actually approached them by jumping over the weathered iron guardrail with his sharp gaze, he stared at the two village thugs in turn.
"Are you going to let go or am I making you regret it?" The middle-aged man's bluff was flat.
Don looked at the man in the jacket earlier and the man in the jacket immediately moved his chin forward gesturing.
Without further ado, Don ran to attack the village champion with emotion. Punch after punch he lay towards the middle-aged man wearing the green and white glove. But unfortunately, not a single blow from the thug managed to land on the champion's body.
"When have you been standing there?" The scream of the middle-aged woman shocked Zetta.
Slowly Zetta turned her body to look at Mother who was currently shaking her waist.
"Hurry home or I'll report you to your father this very second" continued the mother with bulging eyes.
Without answering, Zetta obeyed the mother. "Damn since when did he find out about this place?" Think Zetta.
Unwittingly now they have arrived in front of the mother's private car in eccentric clothes. "Hurry in!" Her cold speech made Zetta comply without refuting in the slightest.
"From.." Zetta couldn't get on with the woman next to her cut off Zetta's sentence.
"I know when you get home from school" said the mother flatly without looking at Zetta.
Arzetta also nodded in understanding. "What about my car?"
"Let the driver take care of it" said the cold-faced Mother.
Without saying another word, Zetta leaned her body in the passenger seat near the middle-aged mother earlier.
"Street, sir." His order.
