Real Dad's
The Same Song
Tin! Tin!
The sound of a horn in broad daylight, breaking Lam's daydream. Lam inched from her seat and walked towards the window. A black van stopped in front of Lam's house, and a young man got down from the van, and walked towards Lam's house.
The sound of the door being knocked several times, but Lam was still unmoved.
"Bang!" the man shouted from behind the door.
When Lam recognized the voice, she slowly approached and opened the door for the young man.
"The first time you open the door, Bang," the guest boasted.
"What brings you here?" lam asked, it seems that the two men are quite familiar.
"David told me to go to C" explained the man in the black suit.
"Oh, wait a minute, I'm finishing my laundry" Lam said as she handed a can of cold drink to the sweet-faced man with tidy hair and sunglasses attached to his face.
"You wash?" the man's cecar.
"Yes!" answer Lam briefly.
The man shuffled and took over Lam's job, "Let me do it, Brother prepare the others."
Without further ado with the same facial expression, Lam agreed. Lam returned to the room and the safe she had just left a while ago and had not been able to open.
Lam took a set of firearms and some orange money ties from the safe. Then he closed it back. Lam grabbed the suit hanging on the kapstok then put it on. After that Lam tuned the firearm and then kept it in the back belt, while some of the money belts Lam put into the pocket of her suit that was on the inside.
Lam rushed outside and approached the man younger than her, her name was Andra.
"Are you ready, Bang?" tegur Andra while hanging his final shirt in a special room.
"You're done? Let's go!" bring Lam.
"Already," said Andra as he approached Lam and confirmed the sleeve of the shirt that he had rolled.
Both are preparing to leave for the city of C, Andra became Lam's assistant this time. Indeed, the two people, including David's trust. Never once have the two disappointed the gangster chief.
"David will send help, once we can hunt there, Bang!" andra.
"Who?" search Lam.
"Of course, your confidant, Bang, I suggested and David agreed" Andra said.
"Is this a big project?" Lam asked again while taking the neatly arranged shoes on the shelf near the door.
"It seems so, you know, David never explained the item in detail," Andra said, then he circulated the view to the corners of Lam's house, "The house is very neat, very neat, just like Hana is still here" he continued.
Lam glared, as if she did not like anyone discussing Hana, Andra who realized a mistake happened lowered her head and apologized to Lam. There was no word for sure from Lam, that cold face was still emitting a million sirats, like an armored fortress nothing was able to break through its defenses.
After she finished wearing the shoes, Lam locked the door still with the same password, not intending to change it at all.
"You are truly a faithful man, Bang," decak Andra.
"Looks like you admire me so much" Lam continued.
Andra chuckles, while walking towards the car he continues to tease Lam, although Lam rarely responds, but Andra does not give up doing so. It seemed that he understood very well deep down the tough guy, there was an empty soul, capable of doing anything without feeling, including killing someone involved with him.
***
"Chooran, vegetable!" The raucous voice of Imah peddled his wares by going around the alley around his house.
Faced by the loud voice of the little girl in pink who is not Eunsu.
"Sayuuur!" The typical sound of the clothesline that Eunsu threw was like hypnotizing the young mothers in the housing.
Shortly after Eunsu shouted, their merchandise was surrounded, and the sales were sold. Luckily, even if the neighbors are not in much need, they will still buy because of empathy for both. Eunsu, with a sweet smile engraved from the cheeks of the kingpin was able to make people who do not intend to buy will want to buy the vegetable.
"Line ya, Grandma!" Eunsu.
"Yes, thanks to you, son!" praise Imah who is so fond of the grandson, regardless of what his parents do, it is not entitled to be ventured on Eunsu.
Both of them rushed to go home because it was felt that the day had begun to cloud and the rain would soon fall, Eunsu also ran cheerfully while occasionally turning around and turned to look at the grandmother who was obsessed with chasing after her with a big laugh, while shouting a sign to be careful on the little girl.
Eunsu sang, a song while running around the alley to his house. The wind that would bring the rain gushed violently against the tiny face, but did not disturb his joy at all.
"If our bodies are far apart. But our hearts are always close, aishiteru, Mother," Eunsu hummed softly.
The one who heard it was a bit full. His burden lifted and crashed far away, seeing the happiness emitted by Eunsu's twinkle in the eye. Rain spots began to fall, when Imah and Eunsu arrived at their yard which was planted with lots of vegetables.
"Grandma run fast!" eunsu shouted while waving his hands and jumping small.
"You here, the grandmother is old, unable to run anymore," said Imah still tired towards the terrace.
Eunsu chuckled at Imah who was racing with rain.
***
"If our bodies are far apart. But our hearts are always close, if you miss closing your eyes, and feel me ...."
Sounded melodious song performed by one of the bands that was victorious in his time. In a gray silky sky, with a shriveling mega, filled the sky water that afternoon.
A gentle breeze broke through the window gap that was deliberately not closed tightly to remove the remaining sip of nicotine smoke that the two men sucked in the black van.
"Can you change the song?" pinta Lam still with a flat face.
"Why? Bang Lam doesn't like it?" ask Andra while pressing the button with an equilateral triangle mark on the dashboard of the van.
"Just want another one" Lam said briefly.
Again, his memory wandered into the past. The atmosphere is indeed romantic enough to remember the beautiful story that has happened.
***
"You can help me, right?" lirih Lam, who is still lying in front of the door of Hana's boarding room.
"Based on a mad man is troublesome!" hardik Hana after several times looking right and left, "you're sure no one is following you?" continued Hana.
Lam just nodded, then Hana tried to pick Lam up and bring her into the room. Hana's decision was bold enough, she didn't care who Lam was, and what the consequences were after that.
"You wait a minute, I clean the outside first" Hana said as she rushed outside the room and cleared her porch from Lam's trail.
Once it felt safe enough, Hana rushed back to the room. Before closing the door, he looked back left and right to check the situation. Then, he closed the door and locked it tightly, then checked the window lock and closed the curtains properly. Hana exhaled a rough breath several times trying to stabilize the rhythm of her heart that had been struggling as if it was going to come out of her rib cage.
A moment later, Hana turned to Lam, seeing that the bruised face was getting pale now and making her unable to let it go. Hana inching to pick up the P3K box in the closet, slowly she approached Lam who was lying on the bedless mattress.
Hana quickly checked the puncture wound in Lam's abdomen, but Hana was surprised because the wound was deep enough.
"You have to go to the hospital, this can be inspected!" Hana.
"Help me, I can't go there, they find me if I go there!" reject Lam.
"You wouldn't kill me if there was nothing with you, would you?" ask Hana to make sure.
"I don't kill people" Lam said, interspersed with moans.
After the debate, Hana was forced to help Lam with the equipment she had and armed with the first handling knowledge on the wounds she got when following an extracurricular PMR during High School.
After completion, Lam was given painkillers and anti-inflammatory drugs that happened to belong to Hana, a few days ago Hana had a work accident and was lucky to still have it. Exhausted Hana tried to calm herself down by wearing the handset back, she sat next to the mattress and leaned against the wall. Then pair the handset side to Lam's ear. With the same song. Both are sound asleep.
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