Mama For Mikaela
EIGHTY
The sound of earthy steps echoed filled the dark and dusty basement, where the kidnappers are held to be questioned about who is the real mastermind behind the events that happened to Lana and where Pamela is.
The iron door creaked open, a hint of light from the outside slid in, accompanying the steady steps of Arkana who appeared like a knight of war, so dashing for the sake of winning the fight.
In the darkness that shrouded increasingly dense, the man's gaze looked so sharp, fixed straight on one of the kidnappers whose hands were handcuffed up. The kidnapper's face was battered. One of his eyes was swollen and blue, already unable to open properly. The corner of his lips was adorned with torn wounds that raged, flowing fresh blood smelling rancid everywhere.
The closer the step, the more Arkana stared. The mounds of emotions piled up on his chest as if he was being buffeted by a great shock, ready to collapse in an instant, burying alive those cursed humans who had dared to touch his family.
“Who is it?” arkana asked, just a second after she crouched down in front of the helpless kidnapper.
Just like before, the burly man in front of Arkana was still reluctant to open his voice. It was as if his lips were locked tightly and no one could open them.
Arkana will not wait. He is not a good man with a clean heart. Even if he had to, he could have finished off this man before him with his own hands.
“Lo know? That bastard won't even care whether you'll live or die. So, why do you have to be this loyal to him?” Arkana lowered her head, only to look up again while presenting a cold gaze that could freeze everything in an instant. “Better open your mouth now, or I'll make a torn wound there wider.” He pointed at the torn wound on the corner of the man's lips. Not using hands, but a dagger that he had been holding since.
But like a mute, the man in front of Arkana still did not open his voice. It was as if dying was no big deal to him, as long as he could still continue to be loyal to his Master.
“Oh,” Arkana suddenly chuckles. Over time, the rarity turned into a terrible laughter. A giggle that could even make Dharma and some of his men pull a step back, shuddering in horror at the first sight of the other side of an Arkana.
Arkana. The dagger in the hand was thrown in any direction, giving rise to a loud sound that sounded gnarled in the ears. Then, he pulled out the phone, scrolling the screen seriously enough that he managed to find what he was looking for and returned a sadistic smile.
“ You may not be important to yourself, but the life of this person will obviously you fight to death, right?” after speaking, Arkana crouched down again. He brought his phone closer to the face of the battered man in front of him.
A photo showing a woman with a baby in a sling was found in front of the kidnapper's face. Arkana's smile grew wider when she realized the body of the man in front of her was shaking violently. Auras of fear spread everywhere, inversely proportional to the feeling of Arkana that is increasingly exploding.
“Lo nyari for the wrong guy, motherfucker. It's not hard for me to know about your family. Your wife and kids are just a small part. I even know where your parents live, where your youngest brother who is still in high school, where your sister who is sick with cancer is undergoing treatment. I know everything, and it's not that hard for me to get rid of them all without a trace. I can make it as if they died of a calamity, not of the intervention of another human being.” Satisfied with raving, Arkana reinserted her phone into her pants pocket.
Like a psychopath, Arkana again smiled evilly. “Optional is in your hands. Want to stay silent until death, and make all members of your family dragged to hell, or open your mouth to at least save their lives.”
Arkana again chuckles, “Iya, indeed.” He nodded his head in agreement. There was a short pause before he returned to his voice, setting his gaze back as cold as before. “But at least, aren't you still trying to save their lives? Who knows, with you to be honest, I can be kind enough to keep them from touching your bastard boss?”
The man fell silent, thinking hard about what steps he should take. This is like a simalakama fruit, but he also can not just surrender without effort.
“Gue no time to wait until you finish thinking.” Arkana interrupted decisively. Making the man again raise his head to look at her timidly. “Thank you an answer to me now, so that I can also make a decision.”
Urged, the man then turned to the place where the friends were. Their circumstances are not much different. Both are helpless. One by one faint nods emerged from them, occurring in such a resigned state.
Eventually, the submission spread to him. Then he agreed to name one. An instantaneous name made Arkana clench her hands tightly with teeth grinding in her mouth.
“Repeat once again. What's name?” order Arkana.
The man called his boss' name again. Then in an instant, just after her lips clenched again, Arkana got up and ran away leaving the basement that smelled no longer. Sweat, dust, blood. Everything mixed into one, horrible.
Dharma and some of his men ran after Arkana, some left to stay there to make sure their captives did nothing.
“Backing.” It was the last swearing that came out of Arkana's lips before he drove his car around with recklessness.
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The door opened, seizing the attention of Pamela who was originally contemplating how the fate of Kelana. He turned his head quickly, with the condition of the heart beating very fast. Only to be made silent a thousand languages when someone who emerged from behind it was a figure he had not expected at all.
“What the fuck is this?” he asked, still do not understand should interpret the presence of the person with what kind of conclusion. His brain suddenly froze, he could no longer think properly. Especially when the person walked over and immediately hugged Pamela's body very tightly.
“I’m sorry.” Say the figure, which unfortunately even makes Pamela more frozen while settling in the heart, “What is really going on?”
