JOBBING

[03] Before the Meeting

 

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I always thought I was just an ordinary kid. Normal like any other child. Always strengthen yourself trying to think like that, but all for free. Because I can't cover up the fact that the life I've been living all this time isn't fun.

I can't get along with other kids easily. It is not me who is not good at conveying vocabulary, but those who always run away when I appear before them— is ostracized — it is more precise. Not forgetting they all threw a wry face as they went away from me and it was clear that a bad murmur was thrown at me.

But I am still grateful that there is someone who gives me his affection. He loved me more than anyone until I was locked up in a house full of books.

He started to pay attention when I came home full of tears. From then on he dismissed me from school and we moved out of that place to start a new life.

Yes new life.

I won't go to school anymore, but rather study privately at home by myself. Started to adapt to the surroundings, hoping I managed to do so. But I finally found out the real facts. It was not me who was wrong, not me who was not good at adapting, but my father who was a historian. And it also made me start to hate him.

"Vlivy!" the scream of my father who had just managed to surprise me with the sound of the door colliding forcefully with the wall.

Suddenly I jumped from the top of the bed looking at him. His face could not be spoken with words. Anger, worry, fear all converge into one. I started to panic at that expression.

"What's the matter Dad?" My reply to go near him began to feel anxiety.

"You need to get out of this house now! And take this thing with you!" said my father, whose voice began to gasp, a sense of uneasiness also began to enter his mind.

I, who was involved in the panic, did not care what was going on. I just swiftly packed some of my stuff to fulfill his request.

"The father promised to explain it to you. But for now you have to take that thing away first. Go Nak!"

I heard my father's explanation a little. At last the back door of my house was shut. Start passing through the thickets towards the main road— to the front page.

And yes, when I arrived at the front, I saw a black sedan with two big bodies around the car.

The two men were wrapped in all-black clothes and it seemed like they were the ones that resulted in me having to secretly escape like this. Not continuing my suspicions any longer, I decided to leave this place.

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On arrival at the park I decided to take a short break. There's no harm in me easing my breathing because I just ran as far as I could. And on this occasion I also tried to look more carefully at what exactly was the thing my father had just given me.

"It looks like they want this thing! That's why my father told me to take him. But why me?" I slightly muttered through the object and did not manage to find anything strange about it. Just an ordinary watch.

"Is this expensive?" It flashed a glance in my mind that maybe the selling price was very high so that they wanted to snatch it from father.

I decided to resume my escape, because it felt like my breathing was back to normal. But only a few I stepped up ....

"Hey son, don't run you!" Exclaimed someone with a fairly heavy and loud tone from behind me. I sensed that the scream was clearly for me who was starting to step foot.

I turned a little to the source of the voice and it surprised me. The two men started running towards me with their long footsteps.

The more panicked I immediately ran and increased my running speed hoping to be even faster than their steps. What is clear is that if one step I lose, they can pounce on me from behind.

Someone ....

I really need one right now. Although it felt like the two people who were chasing me earlier were already more distant from me behind, but this panic and fear still did not hesitate to fill my body making me rightly have to quickly find help.

Samar I saw from a distance a chair occupied by a human being. Happiness began to hit my feelings. Immediately I accelerated these footsteps.

"Tolowg! Helpme! You have to help me!" my panicked words do not think about the raucous voice that just came out of my mouth–which is actually not good to hear. But since I saw him who was starting to leave the mark of not responding to my shout just now, I also increasingly used my remaining strength to reach his arm.

Chill ....

I managed to grasp his arm making him stare intently at me. But I don't care what answer I get, the important thing is that I have to get help from him.

"I'm really begging you" I'm now beginning to sting trying to regulate my breathing. Pain, also began to participate throughout my body.

"Well come with me!" The reply did not think long began to continue in one direction. Unable to comment anymore I could only follow his footsteps from behind.

I finally arrived at a building that looked like the house where he lived. I followed him into the house and he called me to wait in a hall— which seemed to be the living room. While he went to another room for a while and returned with a large glass of water.

Pouring the glass at me. I who could not help but accept the gift and become someone who looked like he had not felt the name water again for a few days.

I drank the water in a few eyes. Relieved it.

"Thank you for saving me. I'm Vlivy. I was chased by two men with very large bodies. Because I have this." Obviously I started reaching into my jacket pocket to pick up the thing I was carrying and immediately put it on the table.

With just a casual reaction he also began to plunge into his coat and then showed off a watch he was wearing. He also placed it on the table and compared the two objects whose color and size at first glance looked the same.

"Ooh ... I guess the same as I have, it turns out a lot of different." He said after he finished comparing the two things. He was silent for a few seconds, suddenly looked a little at me, and looked back at his watch. And that's very strange. His reaction seemed like he wanted to say something to me.

I also began to reach a closer distance to see in detail the object. And it's true what this man said.

"Yes right, the shape and color are the same, but there are a few different ones." My heart then made him look back at me and start to shuffle into the back of the chair.

"Maybe that makes this thing different. But, why are they after this thing?" The reply made me even more curious about this man. Because his facial expression is always changing every time he says something.

"Let's know, I don't know why either. My dad just gave me this thing this morning. He said I had to run to save this thing. Don't let that guy get it. And it turns out they found out I've run away."

"Where is your father now?"

"The last time I was with him was in my own house. But now I don't want to go back to that house. Can I be with you?" He who heard my question got up from his back. And start replying to it again with a pretty high tone.

"Whatchu mean? Nah! I don't want any women in my house!"

"Help me. Do you want me to die killed by that bad guy? Would you let a woman be tormented?" please again still do not know the word nyerah even though it has been yelled at and given an angry expression that the man just pointed at me.

He gave no response and now left me who was a little regretful of what I just said.

But I still believe that he is a good man.

Long enough to wait, I was so happy that the figure finally appeared in front of me again and sat back in its original place. And he started talking again.

"How old are you?"

"Sixteen years." I replied with a passionate response.

"Are you sure you want to stay with me?" I nodded my head quickly a sign of being very sure of what I had chosen. "But I'm a boy and you're a girl–

"I'm willing to do it all, so you'll save me!" Because of this spirit I accidentally cut the conversation. And it made me regret it again because he left me again.

I think I need to change my habits. Like to force and cut the talk of people who have been good to me. And it also seems that my words this time are not true. I just hope he takes the positive side.

 

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note author:

Hello friends, thank you for being willing to read this story that I have tried my best.

I always needed criticism and advice of any kind for my progress in writing the next story.

so do not hesitate to go out and all the unek-unek friend2 hehe...

Thanks though..

warm regards, Hka