Real Inheritors

dropping packages

Slowly the twilight changed the night, but the person Dafi was waiting for had not yet come. Among the dimness of the street lights, the 15-year-old boy was in a frenzy looking for the master who would give him a job.

"Say six o'clock. It's seven o'clock more yet to come. Did that man lie to me?" mummy Dafi was upset.

This morning, while Ica was cramping, a man called Dafi and said that his employer would give him a job. After telling him where to go, Dafi could not ask because the man hurried away.

"Huf." One rough breath was thrown away by Dafi. Simultaneously, a car honked its horn and made Dafi aghast.

"Based on the rich, just startling," he grumbled as he rubbed his chest.

Dafi's forehead creased with narrowed eyes when he realized the car had apparently stopped near his standing position. Out of curiosity, though Dafi's glare tried to ascertain who was driving.

"That's the father this morning" he said. Dafi walked over to the car.

From inside the car, the driver gestured with his thumb for Dafi to approach the person sitting behind him. Dafi said although he was surprised because someone did not show his face.

"Good night, sir," said Dafi kindly to someone behind a car window that was opened only a quarter of the time.

Dafi looked puzzled when from the glass there was a black package that was only a hand long, and an envelope on it.

"Send this package to a man in red under the bridge S. He'll recognize you, and accept that in return." From the baritone voice that Dafi heard, it was clear that the one who gave him the task was a grown man.

"Well, sir," nodded Dafi as he received the package despite his doubts.

Dafi opened the chocolate-colored ampoule she received. He peered into the envelope with one narrowed eye.

"Wow! Money," cried Dafi happy in the heart.

Dafi smiled broadly and wanted to thank him.

"Thank you, Tu-." Dafi was stunned, not finished he said, the car has passed.

"B 4L DI," Inner Dafi muttered the license plate of the car.

Dafi raised a little of his shoulder. He didn't want to bother thinking about who the man who gave him the assignment was tonight.

Dafi peeked back at the money sheet in the envelope, and this time reached into it.

"How much?" muttered.

Both of Dafi's eyes widened for a moment and immediately dyed. He was afraid that someone would see him and take the money from him.

Dafi stuffed the envelope into the pocket of the shabby denim jacket he was wearing. Like getting a 'collapsed durian', Dafi smiled broadly because she finally got the money for her father's treatment, which had been lying ill at home for a month.

"The man in red under the bridge S. I'd better go now. This package must be very important because the wages are also large," he said happily.

Without a second thought, Dafi stopped a city transport that passed there. Bridge S is not far, only about ten minutes from its current place.

"Come, up. Where are you going?" ask the angkot driver who is familiar with the figure of Dafi.

"To the bridge, Bang," he said. Dafi sat near the exit even though the angkot was not many passengers.

"Tumben night to there. Wanna what? Wanna ngamen? Kok alone? Where's your usual daughter?" ask the driver again.

"No, Bang. There is a need for a moment," said Dafi still with a happy look on his face.

"Be careful, it's not safe there. I love having biker gang kids hanging out."

The driver again focused on finding passengers along the road.

Dafi smiled widely. The driver reminded him of Ica, the neighbor's son who always went along with him.

"Back later, I'll buy you a big colorful Ica gulali at the store. Ica must be happy," Dafi's mind was carefree.

Shortly thereafter ....

"Ahead, Bang." The freight stopped. "Thank you, Bang" he said later.

"Ready. When you're done, go home quickly" the driver said.

Dafi brandished her thumb while nodding quickly. After the angkot passed, Dafi crossed the road to get under the bridge S which is one of the overpasses in the capital.

Dafi walked through the night under the bridge. He was looking for the figure of a man in red who said he would recognize himself as the deliveryman of the package.

Dafi who used to live on the road did not feel afraid of the atmosphere at that time. Although he admitted there were some men who looked unfriendly with a puff of cigarette smoke were along the place.

"Is he the one?" muttered Dafi as her gaze fell on the figure of the man in red who was sitting under the streetlight while sipping a cigarette.

At the same time, the man looked. Then stand up and step slowly towards Dafi while throwing the rest of the cigarettes from his between fingers.

"Surely he is," said Dafi very confidently.

Dafi was happy because his task would be completed, and would soon return home bringing the gulali that Ica had always imagined.

Dafi walked quickly, but then he heard the sound of police car sirens getting louder as it seemed to be going through the road. Dafi stopped his steps and looked puzzledly at the man who was running straight away.

"Bang, wait! Here's package!" exclaimed Dafi who then ran away trying to catch up with the man.

Dafi gasped to feel something pulling his jacket from behind.

"You tried to escape!" hardik a man with a high tone.

Dafi who did not understand the situation at that time thrashed while holding a strong package wrapped in black because he remembered the task given by his master.

Bugh.

One hard blow was received by Dafi at the nape of his neck. Dafi spontaneously grimaced with the pain and the head suddenly felt dizzy.

"Shut up, and don't fight!" snarl the man again. Allegedly, the man was a plainclothes police officer. Dafi grimaced again as both of his hands were forcefully pulled behind his back.

Dafi also resigned. He could only stare at the pus of the parcel that had fallen from his hand, as well as some of the money sheets lying near his feet. Apparently the envelope fell when Dafi thrashed earlier.

Another man approached them and took the package and the envelope and the money. The man looked inside the envelope, then forcefully opened the package.

Dafi was again flinched. The man in front of him suddenly slapped Dafi in the face with his amplo and said, "Still a child is already a drug courier. What will you be heh? Bring her! And do the check! If you turn out to be 'make' as well, there is no mercy for you," the man said as he stared intently at Dafi who looked confused with a paled face.

"drugs? Wh-what does this mean? What am I-." Dafi felt his knees instantly limp. His mind was muddled with the sound of sirens deafening the ears. And that's when the shadow of his parents' face greeted.

"Mom, sir, Dafi is not wrong," his mind softened with two teary eyes. Dafi allowed herself to be forced into a police car.

_connect_