Shall Under Your Charm

Chapter 3

Day H.

Farah observes the figures of Zac's two friends, Ben and Austin, who helped in the mission this time. For five years Farah had never seen either of them. Ben and Austin were twenty-six years old. They looked mature on their faces.

Ben and Austin have always been nice to Farah. It was too good, so it was obvious that the two of them were trying hard not to use harsh words in front of Farah. And Farah always felt that her two friends were looking at her with a gentle gaze as if she was a weathered wood at a termite meal. Farah tries hard to cover up her shyness in front of Ben and Austin.

"Austin! Are you done yet? We're going to get there!" Zac looked at Austin from the middle of the rear view. The four of them were already on their way and were in a specially provided car.

"It's over" replied Austin. "This is Farah, wear it outside your dress. If you're just wearing a shabby dress that almost displays the area of your chest, it's not good for your safety."

"Are you sure this is really necessary?" Ask Farah doubtfully.

"Of course it's necessary!" Ben Timpal. "Because your brother is stupid or how the hell to ask you to just wear a thin shabby dress like this into a nest of bastard men!".

Farah ended up wearing a scarf that had been made small tears in some parts. His stomach was added some cloth pads so Farah looks like a pregnant woman.

After finishing wearing all that for disguise, Farah circulated her gaze around. Darkened. Not even the slightest visible light. The only illumination came only from the light of the car lights that Farah was riding. The sound of waves hitting the cliff was very clearly heard in Farah's sense of hearing.

"You're saying we'll be here any minute, how much longer is Zac?" Ask Farah.

"Awhile more. In the second corner from here we will see the only house in the region". Zac Sahut.

Shortly after, the four of them finally arrived in front of an old house. The sound of music coming from inside. Farah got out of the car and stepped into the window, trying to look inside through the frosted window.

"Flood!" Sahut Ben's. Farah turned her body and looked at Ben who was walking towards her. "You don't be so nimble! Did you forget that you are currently disguised as a pregnant woman?!". Whisper Ben with great emphasis.

"Ah yes! I forgot!". Farah chuckled softly. "I will always remember!".

"Now don't talk anymore and let out the shyness you've been holding back since! Don't smile so much in there at other people. Do you understand?". Ben looked at Farah sharply.

"That's it. He understands, Ben! Don't make him nervous!". Timpal Zac closes the car door.

The four of them immediately stepped in. His chest rippled as he passed the doorway and stared at the situation inside the old house that was made the club of smugglers or what Zac said... The lowliest of the lowest.

Farah noticed there were several women scattered in several corners. It was in stark contrast to the male guests who were dressed in sepulchral. Behind the elongated bar is a doorstop that Farah allegedly led to the room rental. Because on the doorstop there is the inscription 'Seventy-five thousand per room'.

According to Zac, the owner of the old house was an immigrant from one of the countries in West Asia. His stout stature, thick beards and thin hair, showed no impression of a dangerous man at all.

"Hello! I've never seen you all! Are you guys straying here?" Greet the owner of the club with his distinctive accent.

Farah looked at the owner of the club who was also staring at him. "Well right.. This place is no good for you! Lots of cigarette smoke!" The club owner. "I have a glass of orange juice for you! Do you want to?"

Farah glanced at Zac, Ben and Austin. Zac nodded thinly. "Yes. I really appreciate it if you want to give it to a pregnant woman like me". Farah smiled.

"And the three of you, what do you want to drink?"

"I want a glass of coke" Ben said.

"I'm a glass of orange juice" Austin said.

"I......" Zac thought for a moment. "Do you have a glass of gin?"

"Gin's? Sure was! I'll get it ready for you!". The club owner.

Shortly waiting, each of the drinks that have been ordered has been provided. Farah gulped her orange juice down to half a glass. "Waahhh. Orange juice is so fresh!" Farah looked at the glass in her hand.

"of course! The orange from the juice is cutaneous itself in the backyard. They are thriving and very sweet!" Timpal club owner.

Although this place feels inhospitable, Farah begins to find her own charm. There were many men who blatantly winked at him. Accidentally, Farah saw the expression on Zac's face that was fixedly staring at her as she pressed her chin towards the door. Farah knew Zac was giving a code.

Farah's blind eyes ran towards a door behind the bar covered only by a small ornamental jug extending to the floor. Farah looked at a fat man wearing a wide cowboy-like hat. The man walked across the room to where a thin man was sitting alone. The two shake hands. The man who just came out from behind the bar was the smuggler and the skinny man he met was an unknown person who knew when and where the smuggled goods transactions entered through the sea.

"Can you come closer to her and take a photo through the necklace you're wearing?" Zac asked, whispering right in Farah's ear.

Farah looked towards the two main targets. "of course. It's easy, Zac! Very easy!". Farah said with a big smile.

"Come quickly! The sooner we get out of here the better!" Austin Sahut. "Come Farah! I'll be right behind you!".

Farah and Austin got off the high bar stool and immediately stepped towards the target. Every step of Farah clucked in her heart, This is very easy, Farah stepped confidently but still carefully like pregnant women in general.

Suddenly the door of the house was wide open from all sides, front and back.. Four men of large stature entered observing the atmosphere inside. Farah gasped as she saw a gun embedded between the four men's belts and a dagger on the other side. Their appearance was inconspicuous, wearing only a black shirt and black trousers.

"Sit, Farah! Sit down!" Austin whispered as he pulled Farah to a nearby seat. Farah can only follow Austin's lead. He also had time to look towards Zac and Ben who were still in the bar area. Their faces were completely pale like undead.

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