Liz Nadia's

Arab Restaurant

Decorative hexagon-shaped lights the size of a fist, crowded hanging on the ceiling of the restaurant with the feel of arabian. Surrounding various calligraphic paintings with various writings from fragments of Arabic pearls, as if talking to each other.

Aesthetic rattan chair with a foam seat wrapped in synthetic fabric, as well as a circular backrest with small vertical fences lined up in the middle, it has been filled with the connoisseurs of snacks that became the main menu of the restaurant which is now being discussed in Social Media. Because, just a week opened, the place has been crowded with visitors from various circles in the city.

The music mp3 shades of the desert is heard filling the whole sizable area. It is too big for a restaurant. The mini stage as high as half a meter at the end of the room looks still empty. Some musical instruments on it are still faithful waiting for the touch of the player, who may show his skills in a moment. Seen from some men, one of them holding a guitar under him-prepared.

Luckily, Andromeda still gets a set of seats, and it's the last seat in the middle with the most lighting, because on top of it, a giant hexagon lamp shines on it indefinitely, it seems to show that he is the king.

Andromeda looks striking from the many visitors whose number may reach hundreds tonight. Many eyes that looked at him were amazed. Quite uncomfortable actually for Andromeda, with his character who does not like the crowd. But he had to be arrested. Because it was Liz Nadiah who picked him during their silly debates along the way - as a condition of return he put up with Andromeda. I don't know what the reason is.

The time is now at 19:05.

The journey from the previous area to the place they were on their footing at the moment was quite time-consuming. Traffic jams snaked all the way. It happens every weekend like this. Andromeda and .. of course Liz Nadiah, had stopped at other mosques to perform their maghrib worship, then continued the journey back after.

And at this time ....

A line of tickling smiles seemed to be lightly reflected in the beautiful face of Andromeda. Across her desk, Liz Nadiah seemed to enjoy a plate of kushari served complete with three types of sauce beside her, stared at as if watching a comedy drama show.

Behind the girl, her proud white coat was slung neatly on the back of the chair. Leave a knee-length tunic, blue instant hijab, and grey jeans sponsored plain black tepek shoes with no accents. That simple.

"Will your stomach be full by continuing to look at me like that, sir?" chirp Liz Nadiah by staying focused on her food.

Andromeda chuckled small. "Yes, you're right, your face has a satiating effect" he said. Then scooping a little food, lifting up to the front of the face, looked at it for a moment, then again said, "Even this food alone feels inferior compared to you."

This time Liz Nadiah seduced her emotions. He raised his face to look at the man, upset. "You think I'm the wind that can make your stomach bloated?!"

Andromeda's voice sounded louder. "Then I will make my hull a thousand times wider, so that it can hold the wind more."

Liz Nadiah spontaneously glared at the man. "Basic crazy!"

Andromeda chuckled, scooping greedily all the attention towards him. Beat the melodious and cool male singer who just sang a song on stage there.

Unlike usual, Andromeda does not seem disturbed by all that. When everyone focused on him, he himself kicked his focus on Liz Nadiah who now wore an uncomfortable expression, so that the attention of the surroundings were now straight as if judging him, but adoring Andromeda.

This guy ... is really shameless!

"I'm going to the toilet for a minute." Avoiding her discomfort, Liz Nadiah moved out of place. Walking quickly without waiting for Andromeda's answer who was still engrossed with his laughter that was not as loud as before.

One of the three toilet cubicles lined was chosen by Liz Nadiah who was located at the very end. The other two appear to be inhabited.

Liz Nadiah made a rebellious move, trying to remove the burly palm from her mouth, also elbowing her stomach. Yet futile. He continued to be dragged from behind without being able to see the human behind his body. If it was only one person in number, he would have already been able to break free and put up a fight. Two other people were holding her body. Makes it harder to move.

Now they have reached the backyard of the restaurant. Liz Nadiah's gaze caught on him, a formal costumed woman and one man in a suit complete with his tie, shaking hands with one of the men dragging him. "Thank you for the help, Mr. Martyrdom. Miss, we'll take her home."

"Together, Sir. Hope your lady doesn't run off again after this," said the man named Mr. The martyr with a proud smile.

Liz Nadiah widened her eyes. He could guess, the Arab-faced old man must be the owner of the restaurant. But these people ... who are they? Why act as if she was a runaway princess, and now found and brought home?

"We'll keep it tighter. Thanks again for your help. Excuse me," said the burly man again politely.

It's obviously camouflage!!

Liz Nadiah tried to rebel once again. Thrashed hard trying to escape. But still unchanged. The checks on those people are getting stronger. His mouth had even been bandaged. What should it be now?

A car with an open door, just parked at the end of the area connected to the highway, was ready to swallow his body. Liz Nadiah was pushed into it roughly. A moment later the car sped up after the last man sucked himself in next to the wheel. I don't know where they're taking him.

Help me, O God ....

Liz Nadiah knew no one in this city other than the people in her village, Qinay, Andromeda and Sean, as well ... Shangra Zack. But who among them would allow this to be done to her? Andromeda was with him. Definitely not him!

Are these Zack Shangra's men?

The girl continued to struggle with her thoughts. The car took him further and further.

"What did you say?!" Andromeda gasped at Mr. Syahid-owner of the restaurant, on his question.

He catches up with Liz Nadiah to the toilet, after getting tired of waiting, and thinks it's too long to just pee or wash your face and wash your hands.

All was answered when he met the old man of Arab blood around the kitchen area, after not finding Liz Nadiah in the place where the girl had been, pace around looking for it elsewhere - still in the restaurant area. And the answer he got was clearly shocking to him.

"Why are you guys that easy to trust in those people?!!" Andromeda was full of anger. "He came to this place with me! And you know, Mr ...! He has no family in this town! Stupid!!" screams echoed.

Mr's Face. Syahid looks stiff, only a stiff apology that continues to be said. Occasionally glanced at his assistant standing beside him, and of course the woman was not much different from him, equally frightened. It's quite embarrassing for Mr. Syahid as a restaurant owner, because now many people are coming to the place to watch the antagonist drama Andromeda who is brave enough to scold him with unusually loud intonation.

"You must find him!" andromeda looked at the man and his assistant. "If not ... don't expect this restaurant will have visitors after this!" Then turned around, putting together a quick step of leaving the place with a reddened face furiously mixed with overwhelming anxiety.