
Dor's! Dor's! Dor's!
The sound of a firearm eruption was heard to be simple, Tristan who was undergoing his mission in one of the countries in Africa, was engaged in a shootout with armed groups in the area.
Already more than 4 hours they exchanged fire, casualties continued to fall on the side of the opposing group that attacked Tristan.
A few hours ago, Tristan and four members of his squad visited a village to provide food and medicine.
while they were chatting with the locals, suddenly from a distance, 8 pickup cars were seen heading to the village and started firing shots at the gathered residents.
Tristan and his team members responded immediately, one of whom immediately evacuated the residents to safety, and the rest survived to repel the armed group.
Although Tristan was only five, he and his team members were able to survive and dispel the armed group, so as not to go deeper into the village where residents fled.
The sound of crying from a 7-year-old child he was protecting, some residents have been successfully evacuated, there are only 3 civilians left in the place waiting to be evacuated, including the child who was crying.
"Take cover!" a subordinate of Tristan said as the opposing party strafed them with bullets spewed from an Ak 47 rifle.
"How long until help arrives?!" tristan said while yelling at one of his subordinates.
"Estimate 3 hours commander! They also engaged in arms contact with other groups"
Tristan clucked in annoyance, right now the ammunition they were carrying would not be able to last that long. The help from the other side also continued to arrive making the condition of Tristan and his team increasingly unfavorable.
The little boy who was beside her looked very frightened, she continued to cry while calling her parents.
"Mama...."
Tristan hugged the boy and said, "Just relax, uncle will take you to meet your family."
The little boy nodded in the arms of Tristan.
Suddenly the barrage of gun sounds stopped, the atmosphere became silent, Tristan and his team members who felt strange immediately checked through the gap of the window of the house.
"RPG! RPGs!"
From the gap was seen one of the men from the group who had just come to take out the Rocket Launched Grenade (RPG) and prepare to fire it to where Tristan and his squad were.
Tristan hugged the boy and lifted him away from the wall.
Siote... BOOM UP!
The rocket fired directly destroyed the wall that was right behind Tristan, the fragments of the wall were destroyed flying, Tristan immediately used his back as a shield to protect the child in his arms.
"Ack!" strangled Tristan as a wall of adult-sized heads slammed into his back.
Bruk!
A loud bang rang when Tristan's body, which was also involved, crashed into a wooden cabinet in front of him.
"Commander!" shouted one of the Tristan squad members. He immediately ran over to Tristan's body which was covered in fragments of the wall.
"Covers! Cover!" shouted the other members who directly strafe the other party with gunfire, he tried to divert the attention of the enemy from the squad members who were pulling Tristan body.
Dor Dor Dor Dor
Ngii!
The shrill sound made Tristan unable to hear the words of his members who were dragging his body to safety.
His vision was still a little dark due to the impact he had received on his back, he vaguely saw the little boy he was hugging crying in fear.
"Thank God he's okay" Tristan murmured with a smile of relief.
The longer Tristan's consciousness disappeared, his eyelids felt heavy, in his vision the world seemed to be spinning.
The shrill sound from the rocket attack slowly disappeared, which made him able to hear the circumstances around him.
Before Tristan finally lost consciousness, he heard the sound of several armored cars approaching, then the sound of a man using a loudspeaker, he requested that the group that attacked Tristan to stop.
In Tristan's hearing the man said,
"Hold your fire, we are from the United Nations, the Indonesian Garuda Contingent!"
Nah!
Tristan's arms hugging the child's body fell drooping, Tristan lost consciousness.
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At the same time in Jakarta.
"I'm sorry, I'm going to make up for the damage" Tiysa said, as she was seen bowing to a 60-year-old man standing in front of her.
The man smiled and said, "It's okay, it's just a small scratch, you better rest if you're tired" the man politely told Tiysa.
After saying this to Tiysa, he returned to his car and left the place.
"Ah...I'm really unlucky today," complained Tiysa as he headed for his car.
Tiysa grabbed her phone, and re-attached the earphones she had been using.
"I'm sorry, I just had a chance to graze the car in front of me" Tiysa complained.
"You're okay, aren't you?" dian asked who sounded anxious about Tiysa's condition.
"Yes, that person doesn't mind either, he's really nice" Tiysa replied
"You better calm your mind first, is there a cafe near where you are now?"
"Yes," Tiysa replied as she stared at the dark brown building not far from her car.
"Rest in the cafe, I will accompany you to tell stories until you feel calm" Dian replied.
Tiysa got out of his car and headed to the cafe on foot.
Since the morning Tiysa could not focus, her chest continued to pound, she felt worried about something, yet she did not know for sure what made her feel worried.
Even more strangely, Tristan's face repeatedly appeared in his eyes, as he was not thinking about Tristan. It was like showing up on its own.
After entering the cafe and sitting on one of the chairs, a waiter came and recorded his order, before long the waiter left to make Tiysa's order.
"It's been 5 years since he left Indonesia, haven't you heard from Tristan?" ask Dian.
"Yes" replied Tiysa curiously.
"Don't worry, I'm sure she'll definitely come back," Dian said cheering Tiysa on.
"Yes, I also believe that Tristan will definitely return" Tiysa replied.
The drink Tiysa ordered was finished, the cafe waiter placed Tiysa on the table, he was also seen carrying a tissue box which he then placed right next to Tiysa's drink.
"Whatever the problem is you have to stay upbeat" said the maid before leaving Tiysa.
Tiysa was astonished by the servant's words.
"Ah, does my face look so pitiful," Inner Tiysa.
"Oek... Oek...." came the sound of baby crying from Dian's place.
"Little boss seems hungry" said Dian.
"Dian, let me see his face, I'll make a video call" Tiysa exclaimed.
"Okay Miss," replied Dian briefly.
Tiysa then contacted Dian back via video call.
Dian is seen putting her phone on the table with the camera that shines into place, she then heads to the bed to hold her baby.
"Let's see aunt Tiysa," Dian said to her tiny baby who was instantly silent when held by her mother.
Dian then approached her phone, her eyes narrowed sharply at the screen of her phone.
"Tiysa, what's wrong with you?"
Tiysa raised both of her eyebrows as she felt strange about Dian's question.
"What's up?" ask Dian.
"You crying?"
"Huh?" tiysa replied astonishedly.
Tiysa then touched her eyelids, she could feel if her eyelids were a little wet.
"I don't..," said Tiysa who was also astonished.
"Is it because of Tristan again? don't tell me you're back to blaming yourself" said the worried-looking Dian.
"No... Tristan.., uh...,"
Deg.
Tiysa's heart suddenly thumped fast, more intense worry came toward him, his chest felt tight. His tears flowed hard.
"Tyisa!" dian exclaimed in panic when he saw Tiysa who was suddenly crying.
"Dians... I don't blame myself anymore... I'm...." Tiysa was unable to finish her sentence, she really did not understand why she could cry.
Tiysa picked up the tissue that the waiter had brought, she finally realized why the man who owned the car and the maid had said so to her. That was because he had already shed tears without her noticing.
"I don't know Dian, since the morning Tristan's face kept appearing along with the feeling of worry, I don't know.. Right now I just want to cry.." said Tiysa tearfully.
"It feels so painful... Dian, is Tristan okay?"
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