The Destiny 41
Tensional Heightening
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Gilberto jumped from the fall on the couch. The view is shifted from the portable playstation screen. The removal of the headset that was playing the song “No Me Digas Que No” sung by Enemigo and Adriene Bailon. A two-year-old boy
thirty-three years is very idolized Diaz Antonio Matos Torres, the real name of the
Enemigo, a rapper born in New York and raised in Puerto Rico.
“What's up, Mama?” asked Gilberto who was standing and watching his mother
breaking plate.
“Tak apa.” Nicole shakes.
Gilberto did not believe it. Not usually his mother is that careless. Solves
a plate is beyond the habit of the mother who is always careful; and his research
beat any secret agent. He shuffled, holding the mother's forehead. “Mama hurts?”
Still shakes. “Soy fina-not to worry. No need to worry”
“But not usually Mama breaks a plate.”
Nicole scooped up a plate that was already cracked on the floor. That brunette-haired woman
suddenly thinking of his firstborn. Many times Pedro's face adorned his brain.
“Mama thinks of your brother, Gil.” sighs Nicole with the mind still glaring.
“From last night, your brother hasn't come home yet right?”
“Mama don't overdramatize so. Mostly Pedro went somewhere
after driving them to Bosco's house. He always has been. Always moving in an uncertain direction. Maybe now he is in Santurce, fun to tease the women there.”
“But Pedro doesn't usually call,”
“Mama forgot yah?” Gilberto.
“Hasn't Pedro ever been some of that? It
wandering without contacting home people first.”
Not answering. In Nicole's mind still continue to imagine Pedro's face.
“Already, Mama take it easy. Pedro will always be fine.”
“Where is your Papa?”
Chuckles. “Mama, Papa will go to Rio Piedras to shop for the interests of the store.
Papa has also asked permission as I recall.”
“You don't go anywhere until Mama gets home. Mama wants to go after Papa
mu. Mama's heart is not calm at all.”
Gilberto nodded and shrugged his shoulders.
“Terserah Mama.
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Two hours after our Indonesians were sent home, Bosco's house was like
a slaughterhouse. It's so fucked up in there. Dibble. Not only Bosco and Agatha were victims, Pedro was also targeted. The long-haired young man was shot dead from behind after successfully operating a machine shaped like a double door frame, which had a small altar. As a result, Serena continued to sob, sob, and roar. In contrast, the members of the cartel were scattered. It is indeed a matter of satisfaction for a mobster after successfully killing a human being; and for this case it is two. Pleasure is doubled.
“Already, save your voice, Querida.” dreadlocks Kenneth. “You still have to
tell us all the way to Atlantis, the lost land.”
Serena did not answer, still sobbing.
“Oh yes, what about these two corpses? We just leave it here?” sidetracked
a partner of Kenneth.
“Bie shangle (makian word in Chinese)!” spray Kenneth. “The policia are all smart. They'll know who did it. Moreover,–don't forget–they also cooperate with the FBI.
The FBI is still in the country regarding their operation against us.”
“So?”
“Bring the two bodies out, then burn. If anyone suspects, just tell us
a barbeque party. And after the body has become ashes, put it in the urn.”
They all obeyed Kenneth's orders without resisting at all. As if
the buffalo that had its nose cut. Maybe they're all Kenneth's men, not associates.
After confirming that Bosco had actually exhaled his last breath, he,
his body was cut– along with Pedro–'s body out of the small house. Two
the men held Serena tightly. Outside, in the neighborhood around San Felipe del
grasses. The atmosphere was completely silent. Unseen roaming humans, especially the security officers who usually guard the historic fort. Okay, it's time.
One of them lit a fire through a lighter. Throw the lighter into
bodies that have been dumped and thrown with gasoline. The fire raged fiercely, devouring the greedy corpses. Without any guilt, they were all grinning.
There were even some of them who were curled up and whistling. Oh don't forget, they're part of the most feared drug cartel in San Diaz, of course there are those who use illegal drugs. Their favorite is marijuana. Smoke and smell
marijuana really makes them feel like they are floating around. The party is getting
just hilarious.
However, no matter how big the fire, it is still difficult to make it ash. Moments
the fire began to subside, nothing more could be burned, bone fragments visible
the humans. By them, the fragments were thrown into the sea; there may have been creatures
a sea creature that is shredded by human bones. Some of them are buried. One task is done.
Serena, which is a moon during the burning process, was immediately taken up into a black Volkswagen Combi that is as close as the color of the night sky without stars and the moon. They all want to return to a base that until now had never been known, even by the FBI and CIA. Actually, there have been many residents of San Diaz– or Puerto Rico in broad– who know all the activities of the cartel. In fact, there are some who know some spots where cartel members often spend time. It's a pity that those in the know have already been wiped out first without leaving any trace at all.
On the way, they were all busy singing. Everything is still under influence
marijuana. Only one or two are not. One of them is Kenneth Soo. He is the one who
driving the Volkswagen. He was the one who tuned a song on his radio. ‘La Copa de la Vida’ Ricky Martin's. They all sang the song that became the theme song of the 1998 World Cup.
the sobrevivir y luchar por ella
the luchar por ella (si)
the luchar por ella (si)
Tu y yo! Ale ale ale
Go, go, goal!
Ale ale ale
Arriba! El mundo esta de pie
Go, go, goal!
Ale ale ale
La vida es competition
hay que sonar's
Kenneth was busy himself whistling while observing Serena who was still bowed.
He smiled as he looked at the face of the Atlantean girl. Doubled
Serena, just to make the girl look at him.
“You are so beautiful. Are all the girls under the sea there, as beautiful as you?” word
Kenneth was so amazed to see the beauty of a Serena.
Serena did not respond, only smiling. He is still thinking about the scenario
what would Kenneth, et cetera do. They're all completely savage. Killed two
people, then burn it as if they were burning an ****. He was sure, whatever scenario they were thinking about must not be a good idea. But what to say, he's trapped. It was hard to escape the clutches of those demons.
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Diaz and Martin were quite shocked to see Maria's presence. Maria is enough
frequent visits to Diaz's room; and it was always beyond the expectations of a Diaz. Noth
something strange too. Moreover, Maria's status is Diaz's fiancee. It would be a strange thing if Mary had never once entered the room of her fiance.
It's just that Maria came in at the wrong time. Diaz nervously sees herself
her fiance stood up while smiling. Not an ordinary smile, but an amazingly beautiful smile. Shows the girl's cheer for getting what she
she wants. Even though the man is still prestigious to express his feelings directly.
“Eh I came out first well,” saying Martin grinned. “Gue new subconsciously–“
“Well, don't dong, Tin. I was both the same girl?” diaz protest
nervously.
“Lho, aren't you used to be both the same Maria? Each campus has two
mulu. Keep Maria is your fiancee, your future wife. It was supposed to be, this time you were both the same as Maria in the room. Count-count exercise.” said Martin chuckling.
“Mar, I tipped Diaz first well,” Maria just nodded and smiled. Martin
just melt away. As Diaz tried to follow him, he glared and pushed in
