My love is blocked by your throne

110. A Mission.

Actually tired, every time you have to move, not just from one village to another, or from one city to another, but from one country to another. With the same mission of escorting and caring for someone who should be treated well, according to the orders he received.

Fortunately, in recent days, the habit of moving from one place to another was no longer implemented, either because the master no longer has a destination country, stopover, or they just don't have enough money to do it.

For the second reason it seems impossible, because the one who ordered it is not just a millionaire, who will not run out of money, because of his countless wealth.

Tired, that might be the right reason, as Pablo did, who was also tired. But for the sake of the rupiah coffers that he has received with abundant jumblah, so this work is done with pleasure without anxiety.

Pablo turned his gaze back to the handsome-looking man who was sitting about two meters in front of him. "Have, Sir?"

The man nodded.

Pablo momentarily noticed the handsome face of the man who was no longer young enough, to gather his memories of the figure he had been controlling for almost a month, however, Pablo only came to a sense of having seen, but no matter when and where, Pablo could no longer remember.

"Please, Master!" Pablo stood up first and paused with his hands for the man to follow him, and the two then walked out of the resort in considerable distance.

Thus the workings of Pablo so far in accordance with the instructions of the employer.

To treat his special captives with courtesy. And when moving to another country as it is today, Pablo will use public transportation and just be alone with the captives, mixing with all the other passengers, so as not to provoke suspicion, he said, when possible, the movement is under surveillance.

But make no mistake, within a distance of a few meters to the back, to the left right side, and in front of the two, there were a few shadow bodyguards with alert eyes, which were, and with weapons equipment ready to be directed anytime and anywhere.

Both have now entered the airport, without the need to pass through the stages as plane passengers in general, both directly to the departure terminal of the private line, where there had been a private plane waiting as usual, but not usually now, the plane was almost half an hour late, making Pablo had to linger in the restaurant.

About ten people said Pablo had boarded the plane. And at that time, Pablo got a phone call from William who instructed to execute the initial plan after arriving in the destination country of Dubai.

Pablo was only able to blow his breath full of relief after the plane took off, because at least for now, they had been safe from the possibility of being pursued by his men Damaresh William. Stay now set the strategy after arriving in the destination country.

Pablo just hopes in his heart, hopefully after this the master will not tell to move countries again. Although with all the facilities that are met, but moving around in a vulnerable time very close to once is a very tiring job.

For a moment Pablo scanned his eyes around the plane with the not-so-big cabin. He watched his men one by one who were already seen to be able to breathe with relief and was enjoying a drink served by two beautiful flight attendants with a friendly smile.

After that, Pablo also downed his own drink and decided to rest for a while, because his body was really tired, coupled with drowsiness that began to perch.

The work he did required a watchful eye, eyes that rarely close together, even often have to use drugs so that a pair of eyes still see.

"Away awake?"

The question greeted Pablo who had just opened his eyes after a few minutes washed away in a deep drowsiness.

A few minutes or a few hours.

I don't know.

Pablo blinked his eyes a few times which was still heavy. "Who are you?"

Pablo immediately straightened his body when he saw the person sitting next to him was never known before.

"I'm the one who took your place to guard the prisoner while you were sleeping" said the man who covered part of his face with the black mask.

Gosh darn..

Pablo immediately looked beside him. Towards the seat of Airlangga. Blank.

"Where is he?" Pablo immediately stood up quickly, but at once his muscles felt limp and his head suddenly throbbed violently.

"Casual bro, you just woke up after sleeping for hours, your body still needs adjustments," said the sturdy man beside him in a familiar tone.

Gosh darn.

It turned out that Pablo had slept for hours, not minutes as he had thought.

"You who? and where is Mr Airlangga?"

"Where it should be," said the man and leaned back his body casually, then made a movement to relax the muscles by stretching out the two hands that are linked to each other forward.

Pablo rolled his gaze around, and he realized that the plane had landed, and all his men were nowhere. "Where is this?" Pablo asked again.

"At the destination."

"No way, I only slept for a few minutes" Pablo murmured.

"You slept for five hours, I got tired of looking after you" said the man beside her.

"Who are you really? You must not be Mr. William's men." Pablo started to look suspiciously.

"If you are fully conscious, we go down, the others are waiting there" said the man, and immediately stood up, then stepped up to get off the plane.

Pablo immediately followed with a body that still felt a little limp.

And after getting off the plane, the man became gasp, because the airport where this plane landed is not Dubai international airport /DXB. But only a small airstrip he didn't know where.

Pablo began to realize that something was wrong with him and everything.

His weakened body, all his men who were not there, and the unknown foreign airport.

Pablo immediately blocked the steps of the man in front of him and pulled his collar violently.

"Who are you really? Where is Mr Airlangga? Where are all my men? and what airport is this?" Pablo's blandest.

"Don't be rude!" The man brushed Pablo's hand off easily. "You are not even strong enough to carry your own body weight" the man sneered as he fixed his collar.

"Gosh.." Pablo felt that his body was so weak and powerless.

The man looked at Pablo who looked breathless. "Which question should I answer first?"

"Everything's answer!" Despite his weakness, Pablo could still snarl.

"Mr Airlangga is already in a safe place. Your men one by one I have returned to the place of origin, and now it is your turn.If only my master had not commanded me to let your life go, I've twisted your neck that dares to pull my collar" he threatened with a sharp eye.

"Who are you really?" Ask Pablo still with bluff mode.

"I'm Stefan, Lord Damaresh William's confidante."

"What?"

For Pablo at the moment, the world is collapsing in front of him. His pair of eyes half glared in shock.

"How did you get on our plane?"

Stefan chuckled at Pablo's plain question.

"Our orgasm? you said this was a delivery plane from Mr. Damaresh William. And your plane I've hijacked, and it's still missing from radar" Stefan said with a crooked smile.

Pablo growled in frustration.

"Would you have a quick coffee with me, to answer all your curiosity?"

Stefan offered with a slanted smile.

Bukk. Not to mention Pablo replied, Stefan had already raised his fist on Pablo's jaw which made the man bounce, and within seconds, his face smelled the tarmac hard.

Pablo let out a stifled scream, as the pain felt.

Stefan was crouching not far near her.

"That's why you've dared to be rude to me,"

He said and pulled Pablo's hand to stand up.

"What are you doing to me, why is my body so limp?" Pablo looked at Stefan with a breath of breath.

"Maybe that pretty flight attendant is mixing too much medicine in your drink" Stefan said.

"Ck." Pablo sneered.

"How cowardly," he said rudely.

"In a world like this, there is a fine line between cunning and cowardice" Stefan said.

There was a very loud engine roar with the emergence of a helicopter that landed not far from them.

"Your pick has come." Point Stefan at the plane whose propellers are still spinning around so hard.

"My pick?"

"Yes, my boss is pretty good, no, he doesn't let you get stranded at this unused airport. But before

You go let me answer your curiosity."

Stefan fixed his current position as if he was going to give his talk in front of the worshipers.

"For ten days I have been stalking you, from when I was in Thailand, I have been studying how you move prisoners from one country to another, I learned what places you used to make as hiding places, in what distance of the day you will move again. Up here you understand?"

Pablo exhaled slowly, admitting that he had missed a step from Stefan's subtle movements.

Two men approached them.

"We're ready to take orders, sir" said one of the two.

"Bring up!" Stefan only gave a small gesture to Pablo whose condition was really weak at the moment. "He's tame" said Stefan again.

The two men immediately took Pablo who was half helpless into the helicopter ready to leave, shortly after sitting on the plane, Pablo only realized what was meant by Stefan. because it turns out all the equipment on his body is no longer there, from starting a gun, mobile phone, wallet even including a watch is no longer there. What happens to Pablo if the chopper

drop it in a remote place in conditions that currently do not have any supplies.

Indeed, that's what Damaresh told Stefan about Pablo as a form of punishment to the man who had become an accomplice of William. At first glance Pablo was picked up by a helicopter as if he were the guest of honor, but in fact he would be dropped off in a very remote and isolated place.

If Pablo could hold Airlangga for almost a month, then for this time could Pablo be Tarzan?

Stefan returned to the private jet, which he told Pablo that the plane had been sent by Damaresh to pick up Airlangga. While the plane sent by William to pick up Pablo had been sabotaged by Stefan, until now, the plane was lost from radar.

Ready for William, to hear the news that the plane he sent sank on the bottom of the ocean, or ran aground on the mountains.

As for Pablo's own men, they were executed one by one by Stefan's men when Pablo was still asleep due to the influence of drugs.

Very neat Stefan's job.

A few hours later the plane landed perfectly at Auckland airport.

climbing the plane's last steps, Stefan immediately restarted his phone that had been turned off to immediately call Damaresh William.

"Hallo, Sir. I would like to report that Mr. Airlangga has arrived safely in the destination country."

"Thank you, Stefan. Now I'm gonna give you a long day off."

That's Damaresh's answer from across the line to Stefan's report....

"Thank you, sir."

Stefan smiled with relief.

And in a different place, Damaresh did the same thing.

In fact, when Damaresh gave up the throne of Pramudya Corp and decided to fight with Naila the night before, Stefan had given him a report that he had found a bright spot about Airlangga's whereabouts.

Damaresh was well aware, of the consequences that he had to bear with his decision.

He dared to take such a firm decision, after making sure his father would be safe soon.

Damaresh would not sacrifice Airlangga.

And everything is proven.

Airlangga.

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