Pearl In Fisherman Village

The explosion!!!

The burly men were still standing in front of the man who had just shown his cruel face, they held back the soul that was actually shaking violently absorbed by the deadly aura as well as the sharp gaze of the tall and dashing man.

"Sir, we don't have much time left." Whisper someone to the man.

Some time ago he got word from another colleague, that in the luxury ship there are explosives that are not yet known origin.

Not want everyone to panic, some people in there try to find the origin of the object, without anyone's knowledge.

"God!! bring all your people. Tell your master, whatever he does, won't change my decision. Zalara will remain as rural as it should be, nothing will change!" the man brightened with a gaze that was still sharp and cold.

One of the thick-bodied men took one step forward. "It seems like luck is always on your side, sir, but this time I don't think so. Then prepare!" After saying that, he then commanded his men to leave.

"Nako! have our people solved the problem inside?"

"There is no reply, sir. All the connections were cut off." he replied as he occasionally pressed on the small object that was in his ear.

"Damn!" hissing sharp.

"I must check the situation inside Mr."

"Hey!!! you want to find maati. Ha!!?" The high-bodied man.

They were already outside the ship, even at the end of the barrier. Should he go back in too? but it's too dangerous.

"I'll be right back, sir!" he turned around, and walked away. But just a few steps...

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SOE!!!!!!

...*****...

The massive explosion shook the entire area of eastern waters.

It has been ascertained, all passengers and crew of the luxury yacht that has now been destroyed there are no survivors.

The wreckage that is now scattered to decorate the sea surface is mixed with fresh blood, as well as pieces of human body parts.

"Oh God!! Is this Mr. Aris!" One of the fishermen in the area. Just now he heard the sound of an explosion that was so loudss, slurping into the eardrum of anyone who heard it.

Even the ground he was on was shaking violently affirming everything.

"Order the sound from over there sir!" Pak Aris's call justifies. Both were very curious about what had happened.

They walked along the beach, looking for the origin of the sound. Leave the ship they will use to find fish.

"There Mr. Aris!" The fisherman.

The middle-aged man was so hasty as to confirm his vision.

"Oh my God!!!" Strangled both at the same time.

They were so shocked, with eyes bulging as soon as they saw what they saw. The maayats scattered, and the parts of the ship's body that were mixed with thick blood were so piercing the sense of smell.

"We saved the one we can still save sir!" Said Mr. Aris panting, his head felt dizzy from the shock.

"Here sir, over here!!!" Shouted Mr. Mitri, a friend of Mr. Aris.

Mr. Aris ran away in a hurry, approaching Mr. Mitri who was trying to pull someone's body. Maybe because the position of the ship that is not far from the mainland, allowing the part of the ship that was thrown to the shore. As their estimates.

"Male sir! Still alive!" Said Mr. Mitri. He checked one of the poor man's pulses. His current condition could not be said to be good, his clothes were almost formless, tearing everywhere, as well as wounds on several parts of the body.

"Let's get him home!" Mr. Aris almost shed his tears seeing the condition of the man who has not been identified. He remembered his son who one year ago died of an accident while sailing to catch fish. Even until now his body has never been found.

With makeshift tools, Mr. Aris and Mr. Mitri carried the wounded body towards a settlement that was quite far from the beach.

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"Pull sir, slow down!" the residents were so boisterous to learn of someone being brought to their village as a result of an accident. It's the first time.

"Yes Tuhaaan, what a pity for that man."

"Is he still breathing."

"While he may be sprawled, he still looks handsome and handsome."

"Hus!! take care of you Han, someone's in pain."

Desas desus residents accompanied the increasingly crowded conditions, they in droves wanted to see the appearance of the poor man.

"Please lie down inside, sir." Mr. Mitri and several other residents helped Mr. Aris bring the helpless body into the room pointed out by Mr. Aris.

"How is this, sir?" asked Mr. Mitri in panic.

"My nephew and I will take care of him, others please call Mr. Sifuh, so that this young man can be treated immediately." Said Mr. Aris.

One of the vigilantes who helped call Mr. Sifuh, was the elder there who used to treat the sick.

"Please get me some clean water!" Pinta Pak Aris's.

"It's Uncle, let me do it."

Anandita Pearl.

pak Aris' nephew. Ordinary village girl yet had a sweet face, her skin was smooth white, with her long hair being jet black. He looked so painstakingly clean the surface of the face and hands of the young man who was lying on the bed of the late Uncle's son.

After the death of Mr. Aris' son, now he only lives alone with his Uncle, his parents were gone when he was a toddler. His father and mother had an accident while on their way to the big city.

Since then, none of the residents there dared to leave the village. They believe and fear the same misfortune as both Tiara's parents.

"Help the others out, let the youth inside be obeyed and disheveled."

"Come on! Comeing! Everybody out."

Mr. Mitri forcibly evicted the residents who were still curious, they forced them to enter because they wanted to know the developments inside.

"Where is sick?"

"There's inside sir, come on!"

All residents left after the arrival of Mr. Sifuh, he was disinclined by everyone until everything dispersed no longer crowded.

"Already Tiara. Let's just wait outside, let Mr. Sifuh continue." Said Mr. Aris.

"Good Uncle."

Tiara and Pak Aris came out, letting the poor young man be dealt with by his experts.

...Tbc......