THE ENTERTAINER

CHAPTER 4

"So—lo want to go home or want to sleep here?"

Tiny watch with brown color and strap made of leather. The one coiled around the sweet wrist to Feby's left, was the reason for him setting his eyes this time. Where his legs had supported his body to stand from the soft sofa. And look out the left window with the dark sky because it was going to rain.

However, it was a difficult choice to assign a one-sentence answer to the man who still enjoyed the snuff by looking up at the face, who was looking at him.

"Jam one morning" he murmured. Before he came back to land his ass to sit back on the couch.

"Lo can sleep on the bed, I sleep on the couch" Rivano said.

The girl was silent for a moment by squeezing her fingers placed on top of her thighs. Before he decides to make a choice. "Gue go back!"

"Udah malem." Rivano restrained Feby's arm, which was about to set foot to leave the hotel room. "The city is no longer safe because there are many cases of murder and organ theft scattered everywhere."

"Where do I get my assurances that it's safe here?" Feby asked seriously and his forehead frowned.

"Gue! at least I proved it yesterday. Your body is still intact even though I have plenty of opportunities to enjoy it."

Reason that makes sense. But still make Feby has not taken a stance. Other than just sighing and thinking of his goal as an undercover detective. There is no harm in following the advice of young people who got a good impression at the time of the first meeting. Before she came back again to land her ass on the sofa for the second time, the girl said, "OK. But—there's no reason for you to move into that mattress." The index finger is pointing to the place it is going.

A wide smile was painted on the smooth face of the man. So that the order of neat teeth is seen between his mouth, is a clear enough answer to respond to the babble of the girl who just put back her handbag on the glass table. Before he poured into the two glasses of red wine that had just been opened from the bottle. One of the drinks from the high caste is usually served to the higher-ups in a government. More viscous again in the government in the form of a kingdom in Europe there.

"Let's go" said Rivano toast the girl whose glass had not been touched at all. Where only two beautiful eyeballs staring at the pool of red water that settles inside the clear round glass. Which made him remember something.

The killer also drank the same kind of wine, Feby said in his own heart. Without changing his face's flat expression.

"How many people drink this kind of wine?" The first question from the girl was to open the initial chat. Replacing the previous topic. After the right hand grabbed the Wine bottle and rotated it around, looking closely.

"much. But not much either," a puzzling short answer from a man to invite the next question. And that happens.

"meaning?" Along with his slightly raised eyebrows.

After picking up the bottle of Wine that was being toyed with by the girl who seemed to be in confusion, Rivano replied with a brief explanation. "much. For some people who are already addicted to the taste. And not much either. For some people who only enjoy wine as a form of lifestyle. Because—type of this wine is equivalent to paying for school education to completion."

"How much?"

"Two hundred fifty million—. Fantastic, no." This time Rivano's reply made Feby gulp.

"Only for a bottle of this, one would have to pay such a high price. Ckcc. Very rich this country apparently—."

"How?" Feby took his glass and put it on his nose. He snorted— smelled the aroma of the wine.

"Hmm—. In one human body, it is worth billions of rupiah. Even hundreds of billions. That's why human trafficking today is so much more profitable than opening a fast food restaurant."

The more itchy and challenged the shadow detective. Hearing a loud and very knowing statement like that.

"Where have you come to understand this far? Is—lo one of the mobsters currently being hunted by crime-fighting groups? If so, the guarantee does not apply. Because maybe this runs out, I'll experience the same thing with the other victims."

"Haha. You don't have to die first if you want to know how the pain of life that comes out of your body, no," tangkisnya relaxed. "Gue heard a lot of this news from people who were excited about the case that was exploding in this city. And also the involvement of the top brass of this country who support the dark and illegal organizations. It's been an open secret.

"Maybe you think, the container or the perpetrator is involved. Oh No. You're wrong big."

Rivano whispered in Feby's ear, "They are supported all out by the conglomerates and also the officials. In fact, not a few of the important people who participate in it."

Hardliners. Those two words that flashed across Feby's head. Rivano spoke, which made it cold. Stiff. Even if he just allows his eyes he is not able to. Feby could only sigh after a moment of silence in thought infused with questions. In fact, the glass that was held by his hand was already taken by Rivano, he did not realize.

"Can I have a cigarette?" pinta Feby spontaneously.

"Lo—ngerococcus?"

"From today," Feby replied with a cigarette that had been stuck between his two thin lips.

"Huk—huk!" The first hisapan makes the throat itch.

"Haha. Slowly. Lo suction the gunshot and then blow slowly," said Rivano taught Feby how to smoke.

"Why do people like this so much? just inhaling smoke and making the chest tight."

"Lo must feel the pleasure when you suck. Slowly, you pull it into your nose and blow it together out of your mouth and nose. Enjoy—."

"The same is true when you are touched for the first time. Where your body is laid down, then gently caressed with a kiss. And you breathe out slowly. Accch—," he continued by demonstrating the movement by hand.

"Nhd!" feby denied by turning off the cigarette which was still half a stick in the ashtray.

The first rain fell. Along with the room lights. The girl laid her body on the bed. With one hand attached to the jidat. And look at the ceiling of the room whose roof is very clean. Where there is a painting of a village girl who was drawing water in a well. Sticking in the middle of the ceiling of the room made of plavon luxury. Recording color Cream.