Ribs And Back Bones

THUNDERBOLTS

"BRAKE ...!"

Taqwim pushed firmly the main door of the luxurious house that looked deserted uninhabited, still with hunting breath look impatient he stepped foot into the house.

"Astagfirullah, Taqwim ...!" Shouted someone from inside.

Apparently there was a mature woman who came out of one of the rooms suddenly, she seemed shocked because of the act of Taqwim. While Taqwim, he immediately stopped his footsteps but his eyes were still filled with a fog of anger.

"What's up, honey? Mother's son is so rough gini anyway ...?" The mature woman said, then approached Taqwim with affection and patience.

"Mother when is the boat?! How can you not tell Taqwim if you want to go home?" Taqwim asked in surprise after seeing the figure of his mother was now already beside him.

"Yeah don't tell you on purpose, let's surprise!" Ica said with excitement, then hugged Taqwim.

"Taqwim misses Mother ...!" Said Taqwim spoiled, while drowning his face on the shoulders of the Mother.

"Geez ...! It's grown up, cook still spoiled like your boy." Said Ica while chuckling softly.

"Yes biarin! Taqwim, dear Mother, miss Mother." Taqwim said unashamedly and even his emotions had now stabilized after seeing the Mother now near him.

"Mother home alone? Where's papa?" Taqwim asked after letting go of his embrace.

"Papa still belom can go home, work is still stacked dear. But soon we'll get together ...!" Ica assured her son.

"The reason continues." Taqwim answered flatly, and looked disappointed. "Taqwim enter the room first, Mother Rest only, will it be only until!" Then he left after getting permission from the Mother.

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"Hows it? How much is our compensation today?" Ask a man on the phone.

"Today's the latest record breaking sir! Because we only spent Five Million." Answer the other man in a passionate tone.

"Humzz .. great. So, to replace what money is that?" The man continued to ask.

"Just to replace the vegetable grobak and treat the wound of a Master girl." Answer the other one with complete confidence.

"Alright, keep an eye on what he does. One more! Give the best care to my wife and children, while I can't go back." The man said and then cut his phone.

"Okay sir, get it done!" Said the other man, but was no longer heard there because his phone connection had been cut off.

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"Huuuh ...!"

Taqwim throw his breath lethargic, now he already looks much fresher because some time ago Taqwim performed his bathing ritual.

"So ..., he's an Orphan?" Taqwim said as he stared at the ceiling of his room.

Somehow the shadow of the girl crossed his mind, many questions and anxieties about Aza's condition in Taqwim's mind.

"Arghhhh ..., crazy! Why do you keep thinking about him?!" Taqwim cried out in frustration, while rubbing his face rough.

Even when Taqwim had gathered with his friends as usual, the anxiety of the state of the girl continued to haunt him.

"Lo why else, Wim, how much of a thought is that?" Erza asked, patting Taqwim on the shoulder trying to resuscitate him from daydreaming.

"Huhh ...? E-not really." Taqwim answered a little stammered and looked confused.

"Dnh ... Why is this kid? Persambet ...!" Said Lean along commenting while chuckling slowly at the behavior of Taqwim who was not as usual.

"As much as you are ...! I want to go home, I need a break body cake." Taqwim said goodbye, he did not care at all about the ridicule of his friends.

Seeing Taqwim's slightly unusual behavior, Alfi, Lean, Basil and Erza were stunned. They felt that something was wrong with Taqwim, because the young man should have been emotional if he was ridiculed but this time he was not.

"Supkk ...!"

The voice was caused by the act of Taqwim opening the door of one of the rooms, in the house that is being visited Taqwim at this time.

"Good night, Om Andre?" Taqwim said slowly.

"Ehhc ... Taqwim, night. Tumben play here? Please sit!" Replied the adult man who immediately stood up from his sitting position after seeing Taqwim.

"Yes thanks Om, Taqwim here would like to ask the same Om." Taqwim told To the point while positioning his body to sit on a chair.

"Can dong, what is it?" Andre answered Taqwim's request.

"Taqwin ask, please Om find out the complete information of someone!" Continue Taqwim with a tone full of decisiveness.

"That trouble is easy Taqwim, just leave it to Om! So, how long do you give this job?" Andre asked a little defiantly.

"Quickly!" Answer Taqwim is short and looks flat.

Long enough Taqwim spent a little time talking to Andre, until in the end the young man decided to say goodbye.

"Yes Om, if that Taqwim say go home first!" Speak Taqwim while lifting his sturdy body in an upright standing position.

"Well, I'll send you that data as soon as possible!" Andre replied, standing up and slowly walking out to take Taqwim to the front door.

The sound of the horn of Taqwim's car was gone from a few seconds ago, the young man quickly left the house he had not visited for a long time.

Taqwim drove his luxury car through the streets a little quiet, in the middle of time that was almost near dawn.

I don't know what managed to move his heart, so he set his feet again in the slum that was already from his side.

"When did you wake up at this hour, boy?" Taqwim said very slowly, with a gaze staring into the house from behind a glass window.

Taqwim's sharp eyes kept an eye on the movements of a girl who looked still sleepy, with a small knife in her grip trying to cut some vegetables.

"It's dangerous, still drowsy to hold that sharp weapon!" Said Taqwim while shaking his head slowly because of the act of the girl he was watching.

"Huaaah ...!" A loud voice sounded from Aza's tiny mouth, whether the distinctive voice had been spoken how many times.

"Geez! How tired is the body ...?!" Continue while stretching his muscles. "The spirit of Aza ...!" Again Aza shouted loudly, even though outside was someone who was cool to notice his strange behavior.

Aza painstakingly completed the activities that he used to do every day, which is to make some fried food for sale. While Taqwim is still cool to watch the movement of Aza, mosquito bites, drowsiness, and the wind does not make Taqwim waver.

It has been almost fifteen minutes the sturdy body of Taqwim still has not made a movement, only his sharp eyes continue to move following the movements of Aza.

Until in the end, Taqwim's body suddenly ran and broke down Aza's kitchen door strongly. As a result, his behavior made Aza shocked and hysterical.

"Young ...! Salts ...!" Shouted Aza strong while running and lost behind a medium-sized closet.

"SASAGG ...! What kind of door is this...? So soft!" Taqwim said while chasing Aza.

"DON'T ...!" Again Aza shouted, his body curled up in fear as his hands continued to move as if he was giving a fight.