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Sanubari was a little surprised by his current state. The car he was riding stopped at a familiar place. One of the people sitting there opened the door. He came down as if to make way for Sanubari. While Sanubari was still dumbfounded while tightly grasping a plastic bag containing food on his lap.

"You going down or not? Why stay still there?" jin asked who was sitting in the front seat.

But Sanubari did not answer. He still did not realize that the person he was talking to was him.

"Woi, Boy! He was talking even dumbly. Come on down quickly! You didn't hear Jin's orders?" The man sitting to the left of Sanubari nudged him.

Sanubari turned to his right and left and asked, "Does this mean I can go home?"

"Go before I change my mind!" reply Jin in a flat tone.

"Thank you, Uncle-uncle Kidnapper Good Heart!" exclaim Sanubari with joy.

He got out of the car and ran with pleasure. He was finally able to go free and meet his mother again. Not a week later, she was separated from her mother. However, heavy longing has hit.

"Murray!" shouts Sanubari who can't wait to meet the mother.

Feeling called by the voice of his son, Sanum who was washing immediately ran over. He was very happy when he saw his son in the yard. Both the mother and son hugged each other.

From inside the car, Jin briefly notices their interaction before the car leaves the place. Jin accidentally asks his men to wait for Sanubari to actually enter the house. It was unexpected that he even witnessed the scene of family warmth in the courtyard of the house.

"Why was the boy taken off, Jin?"

"This is King's order."

*****

"Welcome to Karangbendo village!"

That is the sound of a sentence read by a luxury car driver. The writing is clearly emblazoned on the stretch of the gate after the bridge they will pass.

"Sembra che saremo yes presto."

(Looks like we'll be there soon.)

The driver informed the status of their trip to the Boss sitting next to him. However, there is absolutely no answer. The car was calm again.

It seemed that the Boss was thinking of something. His stern face looked seriously at the rural road they were passing by. The driver only glanced occasionally at the expression of his boss. For he must control the walking iron which they ride.

There were only two people in a rented white car who were now driving very slowly— the speed was not even more than twenty kilometers per hour. When one of them stops blabbering, silence speaks. The Boss was too quiet. Only the Driver occasionally fished for chat throughout the trip.

Driving without friends talking is boring. Can be drowsiness whack because we are tired of looking at the busy road that does not know reprimand. Even more so if you travel long distances without a replacement driver. However, what to say if his car partner is a stingy person.

The driver is focusing on the road. It follows the navigation of a directional guide attached to the car.

[Back to the east and turn left!]

The sound of the navigator made the Driver stop his pace. He tried to brake as smoothly as possible so that there was no excessive shaking. The comfort of the Boss was his top priority.

"Outdated, huh?"

"Che diki?"

(What did you say?)

It is not expected that his Indonesian speech can be a trigger for the Boss' interest in saying. The boss does not speak Indonesian. So, it is natural that sentences that sound foreign can trigger curiosity. He doesn't like it when people talk about him in the back. Moreover, blatantly gossiped him with a language that he did not understand.

Smelling suspicion, the driver immediately replied, "Non niente. Mi sono solo detto che la strada era mancata."

(It's nothing. I just told myself that the path was missed.)

There's no reply. That meant the Boss believed it and did not want to discuss it further. Fifteen years working for the same boss made him know the personality of his employer. He has adapted enough in various conditions.

The driver watched the front road and the rear road reflections on the rearview mirror alternately. No more vehicles approaching at high speed, he turned around. The car turns left at the first turn.

The car runs straight for a few meters. Then, turn right at the intersection of the village hall. After traveling for a while east, the navigation monitor indicated that they had reached their destination. The car was stopped on the side of the road.

There are several houses around the area. Since they did not know which house they were heading to, the driver went down to ask.

He walked into the cow pen. Incidentally there was a middle-aged man who was shredding kalanjana with celurit. The pieces of king grass fell into the feeding container. The cow that was starving greeted the grass with its snout.

The driver approached and carefully said, "Excuse me, sir."

"I'm sorry, I'd like to ask you an address" the driver said, opening a small note and showing it to the middle-aged Man, "do you know this address or not?"

The man read the booklet and said, "Well, I don't memorize RT, RW here. Who are you looking for?"

"Sanum."

"Oh, Sanum."

"Do you know?"

"Everyone here knows the woman," the man said in a voice that grew louder, "preferably Mas had no dealings with her. Many people are wretched because they are close to him. Even until someone dies."

The father's expression suddenly changed. The look on his face implies fear.

"I don't care about that. My arrival here was to find his home. So, can you please tell me where the address is?"

"I just don't want Mas to be stricken because of him. So, I warned Mas before it was too late and regretted."

"I'll take the risk. Just tell me where the house is!"

The driver smiled. It is not expected that he will be invited to long-winded by the Father. He just wanted to know the exact position of an address.

He didn't care about the man's words. Despite Darii's testimony, he realized that something was wrong with Sanum. However, that is not something to think about right now. The main goal is to find the address and meet Sanum.

That way, they will know the true condition of Sanum. Meeting the original person is much better than listening to the words of people who are not necessarily trustworthy.

The father placed the celurit on a pile of kalanjana on a wooden cart next to it. Then, he raised his right hand and pointed in a direction.

"Did you see that Musala T-junction?" he said, followed by the driver's view, "The road is straight north! His house is on the east side. Two houses after the musala"

"Which side is it, huh?" ask the driver. Moving the area made it directional blind.

"At this moment we are facing North. Means from here Mas just walk to the east bit, cross the road and then enter the turn! The house is right of the street."

The driver listened to the explanation. She thanked him and went back to the car. He started to push it again. The car engine was deliberately not turned off because he did not know for sure they had arrived at their destination or not.

Apparently the distance is not too far. Just turning the corner, a livable house was already in sight. He parked the car on the side of the road and then took his boss to walk to the front porch of the house.

"Excuse me!" he said in a loud voice while knocking on the door.

I heard the voice of the answer from within. A small step slowly approached the door. The two men of that age stood at the door, waiting for the closing board of the house to be opened.

A moment later the door opened. A girl stood up holding the doorknob. His eyes were perfectly rounded when he saw the figure standing before him. Surprisingly, the little boy suddenly turned around, running away from the door crying.

"Mother, demon!"

The screams left the two men confused. They did not know why the girl had suddenly run into the house. The Driver dyed. There was no one on the porch except the two of them.

"Cosa ha detto la bambina? Perché è scappata?"

(What did the little girl say? Why did he run?)

The Boss could not keep his curiosity. The girl's face was at first glance shocked and frightened before turning around. Could it be that the girl ran in fear because of herself—such thoughts were present just like that. But it seems impossible that could happen.

Today she looks very ordinary-wearing a gray cotton shirt with a green shirt that is not bagged. Looking from the ground up, he didn't look like a thug at all. He looked at the driver who was his personal assistant. The appearance of the man was also far from creepy. The appearance is simple but interesting.

"La bambina ha appena chiamato sua madre e ha urlato se c'era un demone."

(The girl just called her mother and shouted that there was a demon.)

"Sembro cosin spaventoso?"

(Do I look that scary?)

"No, signor Aeneas. Sei molto bello and carismatico. Le donne si innamorerano di te anche se se sembri un povero".

(No, Mr. Aeneas. You look very handsome and charismatic. Women will even fall in love with you even if you look like a poor person.)

Aeneas is the name of the driver's superior. The one hundred and eighty-three centimeter tall man had a clean complexion. Five centimeters higher than his assistant. The difference in skin color both look striking. The Assistant has a mature brown skin color typical of Asians.