Sorry, Ma!

Dragging Witness

The sunlight is getting hotter. Joni's just about to leave for her place. Although, just being a fruit cruncher, but the results are quite decent. Enough to meet daily needs and finance the education of his two children in his hometown.

Joni is from a remote village. For the past two years, he's been determined to bet fate on the city for a better life. Although, the income is not as large as the company actors, but little or much sustenance obtained depends on the gratitude of the person who receives.

The motorbike with a trading cart sitting in the back seat, now began to leave the rented house he rented. Whistling, his heart continued to chant hope; may today's results be more than ever before.

Before long, he parked his bike next to the playground fence. Just below the catapult tree, Joni reassembled long chairs made of wood that were not taken home. Only stacked against each other if he finishes trading.

While he was still focused on his work, a car seemed to approach, then stopped in front of the man's motorbike.

Joni looked up and straightened her body to stand up.

The side glass of the steering wheel slowly lowered, it appeared that a police officer in full service clothes smiled at him.

"Sir Hardcore!" greet Joni who has memorized the identity of the customer.

Harder smiled while nodding thinly.

"Pack ten fruits, Bang." Tegar said while holding out red money as much as two pieces.

Joni approached the young officer's car, then received a helping hand.

"It's mostly, sir." Returned one more red note to Tegar.

Tegar put on a smile, then politely pushed Joni's hand.

"No need to be returned" said Tegar.

Joni looks cramped. Then, say thank you very much. He also quickly walked to his motorbike to prepare a Rigid order.

While waiting for the order to be completed, Tegar leaned back on the steering chair while playing the phone.

From a distance, two large-bodied people and the face of the sangar were watching Joni's movements. A cigarette that had left the cork was thrown away while exhaling the smoke of dangerous objects from between his lips.

"It looks like we have to move fast" said one of them.

The man who had thrown the cigarette butts was still following Joni's movements through his sharp gaze.

"You're right" he responded.

After making sure that Tegar's car had been scrambled from there, they both immediately swung a thousand steps towards Joni's lap.

Joni who is still focused on closing the jar of peanut sauce, did not have time to prepare a swing to avoid when the sturdy hands of one of the men pulled the collar of the shirt he was wearing.

"You dare to be friendly with the apparatus, huh?" the man's jolt as he pulled Joni's body higher.

The streetcar shuddered while putting on a half-dead shocked face. He looked stuttered and confused what to do. Though he has kept a promise to keep his mouth shut about the kidnapping incident that occurred in the park. But why do these people always threaten them?

"He-he's just my customer, w-what's wrong with serving the buyer?" said Joni stammered.

Of course, Joni did not understand the will of those evil people. Both of his hands moved quickly, demanding freedom. However, with great difficulty he tried to escape. The man's strength was much greater than he thought.

"Of course it's wrong!" jolt the other guy. "Because he wants something from you, you idiot!" continue the man again.

Joni frowned, she did not understand the man's words.

BRAAAC

Joni's body was thrown to the ground. The two men now looked at each other, making Joni in the fog. It felt like running away, but the two people had already surrounded his body.

"Follow us!"

The two pull Joni's body together, then take her away from there.

***

"Darling, I'll go first, yeah."

Hima had just come down from the second floor while Arun was watching television.

It's a holiday. Of course, the man would be at home all day.

Hima frowned at the husband's indifferent response. Normally, Arun would block him. Or at least stretch out both hands for Hima to enter into his arms before actually departing. Last night, he told Arun to go to the boutique early in the morning.

But he didn't really want to go to the boutique. There are other things that make him have to go on weekends.

"Darling?" Hima was still standing in her position, waiting for Arun's response who should be in love with her.

"Oh, yeah, be careful."

That's the only word that came out of Arun's mouth. He was really lazy to serve Hima. Pretending as if everything was fine, it was not as easy as he imagined.

Arun must harbour bitterness for the sake of truth and justice for his daughter's death. It felt like he dragged the woman to the warehouse where Chia's body was found and did the same action that Hima might have done to the poor boy. However, Arun did not have enough evidence to do so. After all, he was not a cruel figure who would do such a inhumane thing. Let it be, the law that acts.

"You don't want to hug me first?" With a spoiled pretentious tone, Hima flicked her lips.

Arun sounded out a deep breath.

Really am!

"Here!"

The man then spread out his hands while reviewing the thin smile that was forced.

Hima immediately looks cramped. He ran towards the husband, then thrust his body into the chest of the man's field. Drown his head in the most comfortable position.

After the affectionate scene ended, Hima now waved her hand after her body had already passed the doorway.

Arun was still sitting comfortably on the sofa in front of the television. The tail of his eyes moved outward as if making sure that Hima's car had completely left the yard.

After confirming this, Arun immediately grabbed his car contact. Where is it going? Of course, want to follow Hima. His little heart told him he had to do it.

A few minutes from Hima's departure, Arun then drove his vehicle. This time, he chose to use a ninja motorcycle that had long been parked in the garage. Two-wheeled vehicles that will make it easier for him to overtake and slip. How thought.

DREEENS

Hima's car stopped at the intersection of the red light. The woman occasionally looked left and right to ascertain the situation. I don't know what situation.

Semetara Arun kept a distance of about ten meters from the wife's car. He did use a head protector complete with a face cover glass. However, it did not rule out the possibility that Hima would recognize the vehicle and its posture.

After the light turned green, Hima's car turned right.

It made Arun frown when he realized that the wife's vehicle did not pass the route to the boutique.

"It seems like my hunch did not miss," Arun murmured to himself.

He began to reapply his motorbike, trailing the direction of Hima's car which has now entered the quiet area of the rider.

A few minutes forward their respective vehicles, Hima suddenly seemed to bend her vehicle to the left. Entering a small alley, where Arun does not really know what area his wife is heading to.

Without wanting to speculate much, Arun immediately followed Hima's goal. Still keeping his distance, he drove his vehicle slowly.

Arriving at a dock, Hima stopped her car.

So too with Arun. Far from the position of the wife, he had turned off his motorbike. Sharpen the sharpest view from behind the glass helmet. He kept an eye on the woman's movements, who was now out of the car.

"Accept, let me go!" erang was a man whose head was covered with a black cloth. Both hands were tied with the mine. His legs were left free to walk.

While being dragged by two large-bodied people, the man still tried to rebel, even though his efforts seemed futile.

From behind a concrete wall the size of an adult's chest, Arun noticed the movement of people near the pier.

On the other hand, Hima walked up to those people. I don't know what they're talking about, Arun can't hear it. However, a few seconds later, a handsome young man, came out from a ship.

Wearing sunglasses, long torn jeans and a light blue t-shirt.

"Diego?"

Arun frowned deeply as he recognized the figure who had just walked out of the ship door.