Liz Nadia's

When Death Becomes a Choice

"Who are you really?" Three words were thrown from the mouth of Liz Nadiah, one second after the duct tape in her mouth was pulled by one of several men who was now standing at some point in the room. A stuffy room with no ventilation that sits inside an old, uninhabited building - where.

The humid atmosphere with the stifling smell of moss and mildew, seeped into Liz Nadiah's current smell.

Little did the woman remember; the road was full of thistles and pebbles, winding through rows of shady trees, to pass through a shallow river with rocks along it, became a steep route to get to this place.

What is clear is that he is now far beyond the city borders.

Seeing no look of fear on Liz Nadiah's face, it was enough to amaze someone who was sitting cross-legged on a wooden bench at the end of the room. A cigarette with a dragon-carved suction pipe, tucked between its index and middle fingers. There was smoke surrounding him.

"I asked who are you?! And what do you want from me?!" ask Liz Nadiah again slightly increased octave.

Pressing his cigarette fire into the base of the wooden table beside him, until it was extinguished, then put it haphazardly, the man who was none other than Diraga Madewa was seen starting to rise. Closer to Liz Nadiah with both hands tucked in each pocket of her pants.

A pair of Liz Nadiah's eyeballs followed the man's motion.

"Relax, Miss. There is no need to be afraid," said Diraga Madewa casually. Folding his hands in front of his chest, then bending his face closer to Liz Nadiah's face, took a look. "You're so sweet. Your face ... is not much different from Kahfi."

Hearing that name, Liz Nadih's heartbeat suddenly jumped. Did the old man just mention Kahfi's name? Did he not hear wrong? "You ... know my brother?" tanyanya did not expect.

Diraga smiled back. "You must be surprised?" Raising his body then walked around Liz Nadiah who was still quietly waiting for the next sentence. "Yes, I know him. Even knew him well. He grew up to be a smart man."

"Say where is he?!" Liz Nadiah was getting impatient. Actually his mouth was itching enough not to mention Zack Shangra's name, but he was arrested. He wanted to know if his thoughts would match the reality that the old man might reveal in a moment.

I hope that.

"You're right, Miss." The palm of Diraga's hand gave the gesture of command to his men.

One of them moved. The burly man in a tight black shirt with a miniature bobble chain necklace of human skulls draped around his neck, swiftly putting the wooden chair without the rivets right in front of Liz Nadiah. Which was then occupied casually by Diraga Madewa. While the man with the skull cap, back to his original place.

Liz Nadiah was still waiting anxiously.

"Your beliefs about who Zack is, Zack Shangra, my son-" Diraga said, "Uhh, I mean ... My adopted son." He smiles. "Zack is Kahfi. And Kahfi is Zack" he explained. "Are you happy?"

A pair of eyes Liz Nadiah cash round. His face dropped down and looked down at the dirty tiles with dust mixed with triplex tears peeling from the ceiling of the room under his feet, with a roaring feeling. His mind floated far away at the figure of the man he met this afternoon before Andromeda.

So ... he is indeed Kahfi. He really is Kahfi. And my beliefs are not wrong at all? Oh Allah ....

After quite a euphoria with his thoughts, Liz Nadiah began to raise her face. Staring sharply at Diraga Madewa who began to smoke cigarettes that had just been offered by his men.

"Then what's the reason you kidnapped me?" Of course that reason needs to be known Liz Nadiah. Because he felt he had any problems with the old man sitting in front of him.

Diraga chuckled at receiving the question. "Good question, miss," he said calmly. "Because I don't like to beat around the bush, so I'll answer it as you like to know."

"Because you .. have the potential to destroy me through Zack." Diraga's expression turned dark. His sweet eyes turned a violent red staring at Liz Nadiah, who was currently quite jolted at hearing that answer.

"What do you mean destroy you?" Liz Nadiah asked again, the more her curiosity was undermined.

With a slight advance of his body, the right palm of Diraga lifted up to grip the woman's sweet chin, to display a face that looked up in surprise. "Because of your presence nearby, it can restore his memory, which I've worked so hard to do an education that's not cheap. You understand??!" Then the release of the grip was rough. "But you take it easy, Miss," continued Diraga again with a body that returned upright. "I won't kill or eliminate you easily."

Not yet finished the roll of the head of Liz Nadiah about Kahfi which turned out to be lost in memory, Diraga Madewa's speech just enough to make it feel like a big stone is rolling from the top of the hill. What would that man do to her?

Unfortunately, his body was tied to the chair he was sitting in, and his legs were not freely moved because they were both wrapped in rope, really complicating it.

"You're so sweet. Your skin is also smooth and clean. It seems my men .. will be very comforted to see you naked," said Diraga Madewa with a fissure of his demonic smile. "After I tasted you first of course."

All of the men who were made up of four people behind that Diraga, chuckled.

"I'm second after you, Boss." One man showed passion.

"I'm the oldest, so I'm the first." The other one doesn't accept.

"Hey, your wife is big enough to satisfy you. Let this ordinary me explore it first."

Those absurd words made Liz Nadiah start to be attacked desperately. He shook his body, hoping that the rope that was wrapped around his body could come off, and he could fight the demons with his head and his kick.

Diraga Madewa only smiled faintly in response to the pleasant babble of his errands.

"There's no point in the volunteers, miss. It's best to prepare yourself to please me," he said, seeing Liz Nadiah's futile movements. He hugged himself right in front of the woman. The distance between the two faces is now almost eroded.

Tobacco-scented breaths slammed into Liz Nadiah's facial skin. He shuffled spontaneously, turning his face to his right with a grimacing expression, not wanting the old man to touch even a speck of his face.

Diraga turned his face toward the ear of Liz Nadiah. Then he said right in front of his earpiece, "I'll ruin yourself and your mentality as well" he said in a heavy voice. "Until you go crazy and lose interest in ruining my son's life, Zack." Then rise slowly with a grin.

That line was quite horrible to hear Liz Nadiah. A moment closed his eyes, to take out one part of his thought that might be a way out for him at this moment. He did not want to let his pride and honor be torn by the Hell.

"If so, you'd better just kill me now." With a flash of steadfast eyes Liz Nadiah uttered that sentence, as if completely prepared for the pain of death.

Let's just say it's a negotiation.

If he were to die by being beheaded, shot, or stoned by a dagger right now, at least his honor would still be preserved. And the old man could still have Kahfi without his interference. Because after all, according to Liz Nadiah's view, despite being quite terrible with the soul of the tyrant in her, this man in front of her, looked quite fond of her brother. And it's not so bad.

The devil's grin was painted on Diraga Madewa's face. Still stared at Liz Nadiah in a standing position with her hands closed. "Unfortunately .. death is too bitter to punish a threat as sweet as you, Miss."