Liz Nadia's

A stack of Ask

"MATH, HENTIKAANN!"

PRAANGG!!

The glass ashtray had shattered through the destruction at the bottom of the floor.

Jennefit Moon froze with her hands still hanging in Zack Shangra's check. He fell down because he was surprised. Zack Shangra came just before he landed his intention of hitting Liz Nadiah.

"Deliver!!" He growled in annoyance after realizing who had messed up his intentions. "Why are you getting in my way, Zack?! I want him dead!"

"If that includes a choice, then I'll pick you dead!" Zack Shangra was no less furious. "I won't let anyone hurt him. Including you!" he said while throwing rough hands of the woman, until waving back through the body of the owner.

Enough to cause a ringing pain on Jennefit's face.

Under them, Liz Nadiah silently looked up at the two. It was hard to process his now mixed feelings somehow.

"Kahfi," he murmured as gently as the wind's misfortune.

At first he wanted to ask; how is the man doing now? Is the illness getting worse, or is it getting better?

Yet something slowly groped his mind, scratching his shallow feelings.

Making his heart feel jerked-painful. A flash of her memory crawled back on the scene two months ago, where Zack Shangra almost molested her inside a hotel room.

He threw his face in another direction. It's too sick to remember that stupid time. The feeling of wanting to protect, to treat, to also be affectionate - as the basis of the relationship between brother and sister, now felt faint. No longer vivid.

"You're okay, aren't you?"

Liz Nadiah's intuition forms a rejection. For some reason, it was quite crowded to look at the man. His face did not let him turn even a little towards Zack Shangra who was currently lowly before him.

Jennefit Moon was no longer seen in the room.

Liz Nadiah didn't even realize when the woman had passed.

"Gift, do you hate me?"

One blink of Liz Nadiah's eye dropped the clear details that had loomed in her cracker. Now the eyes are closed. He is still silent, petrified among his remains.

His palm felt warm as Zack Shangra grabbed, then grasped it. "We need to get out of here, before that guy comes!"

The sentence successfully made Liz Nadiah surprised. His gaze he quickly faced towards Zack Shangra. "What do you mean?" the question is clearly not understood.

"I'll explain later! We don't have much time!" Zack Shangra stood up in a gust. He bowed, then slipped his hands behind Liz Nadiah's body. Doing a quick movement to remove the rope that has been for almost two hours shackled the woman's hands.

Quite a surprise for Liz Nadiah. "Who do you mean by that guy?"

"Diraga!" sambar Zack Shangra thoughtlessly. "Come on!" Then the free hand is drawn to stand. "We need to hurry. I can't guarantee that Diraga can stay in that place for long."

Now the drag of Liz Nadiah who clearly still has a wondering expression.

What exactly did Zack Shangra mean? Liz Nadiah was curious.

But it didn't seem like the right time to dig out the answer to his curiosity.

"Where is Young Master going to take Miss?" A guard came in front of the door.

Zack Shangra appeared silent for a moment, before finally lashing out a crushing blow at the flat stomach of the man. Following the kick on his waist until he fell down. "Don't get in my way!"

This riddle seemed to be increasingly lined up in Liz Nadiah's head.

What did Zack Shangra do was a form of resistance to Diraga? But ... how can it be?

A moment!

ZAP

BUGS

The other one went forward and became Liz Nadiah's ration. The man who appeared from the front was knocked over in a single kick. Both of his palms had formed a perfect fist with a zigzag position.

Zack Shangra was flabbergasted. But again not enough time to serve his surprise, because some men began to arrive to confront him and Liz Nadiah.

Fierce fighting is inevitable. The sound of debugging and debam in the air bounced across the hallway.

Jennefit Moon stared in horror at the scene as soon as her eyes looked. He stood with his body shaking at the end of the corridor.

"The woman ... she ...? Why is it so good?"

Until his shock changed in fear, as Zack Shangra and Liz Nadiah were now running towards him with their hands clinging to each other. The two men had oppressed the men of Diraga Madewa, until they fell.

"You ...!" Jennefit turned her body slowly and in fear. His palm accidentally swept a vase of flowers on the table, making it fall and break apart under his feet.

His heart was beating again. His shoulders seem to be rising. But it loosened again when Zack Shangra only looked at him sharply for a moment, then the man again led his run with Liz Nadiah, after which-guided the exit.

..........

"That's right!!" Diraga Madewa shouted in wrath. He got out of his car in a limp step. His grimacing face was thick withstanding the pain in some parts of his body.

There was a slight wound with drops of blood on the temple of the old man. He saw the inside of his car. He returned snarling. The driver who was driving the car did not appear to be moving with his head hit by the steering wheel. Either faint, or maybe die.

"Fucking kid!!" angry again.

That place is pretty quiet.

No people or vehicles passed around him. And that's enough to add to Diraga's head more and more floating.

Moments ago, his car was hit hard by another car that turned out to be driven by Zack Shangra. Diraga saw clearly how his adopted son deliberately hit his car until it slammed, and ended up crashing into a tree on the side of the road.

What was Zack Shangra thinking? Diraga's heart asked. The boy was still being sweet a few days ago when he welcomed his return from Abroad.

And a moment ago, the young man violently hit the car he was riding in. Is the kid going crazy? Or ....

Now the chief of Diraga began to work. He brushed aside for a moment he thought - unwilling to waste time thinking about Zack Shangra's ridiculous change in such a difficult time as now. The man appears to be bending over, groping into his car to look for the whereabouts of his cell phone to ask for help-whether to whom.

But something in the distance diverted his attention and stopped his activities. He rose up in a limping step to the edge of the road-waiting.

A roar of the car complete with its form, seems to move change the sound and size from small to slowly enlarged, as the distance of the unbound rate is getting closer to him.

Sebersit hope greet Diraga.

Anyone in that car .. hopefully can help him. A wad of money will he use as a service pay, thought the man excited.

Sometimes hope is just hope.

Diraga's eyes now widened, when he caught the figure of the driver in a maroon-colored car whose door glass was not closed. He muttered in disbelief, "Zack .. and .. the woman!"