The Gem of the Heart of the Former Thug

meet father

Erika who was also stunned by the fall of the assault heli, gasped. After finding out who asked her was her lover, Erika suddenly hugged him. I was confused by Erika's attitude. I am afraid or what he feels.

“There's still something we have to eradicate, dear”

*BEEEERRRRRRRTT*

“Astime”

They were shocked to hear the sound of machine gun fire.

“Nine, Hind!”

The Cobra's voice came from a handy talk.

*BEEEERRRRRRRTT*

Understand them now, who's shooting with a machine gun.

“We have not found the sniper, mas” said Erika.

“Last crush me, she's on the edge of the cliff to the beach. Left way from front gallery”

The voice of the Lightning was heard giving info.

“What's left, they?” ask Budi.

“Should stay two. Sniper same fortress” replied the Lightning.

Fortress is a term for personnel who carry sub machine guns. This personnel is tasked with fighting against the enemy or fighting vehicle.

“Come, Ka!” bring Budi.

“Don't, Bud! Let's aja” exclaim the Cobra.

But Erika did not heed the ban. He kept speeding through the bushes to the east of the dead end. He's combing the road to the beach. Where there are many people who peek from behind the resort building.

*BEEEERRRRRRRTT*

“AWWW”

*CIIIIIT*

“BENTENG FORTRESS” exciting Budi.

*Nguuuuung*

“THE FORT AT THE RAVINE, FORT AT JURANG” Budi continued.

Erika was shocked from the left side. Reflek he slammed the steering wheel to the right, into the eastern end of the small forest.

“Mas. No papa?” exclaim Erika.

“Enggak” exciting Budi too.

He exclaimed because Budi moved to the back, stalking the sub machine gun shooter earlier.

*BEEEERRRRRRRTT*

*BRATAK BRATAK BRATAK BRATAK*

“AWW”

Si ‘fort’ the enemy is still shooting at them and can still hit.

“PETIIIR!”

*PRAAAKK*

“AAAAA”

Sounds like fireworks. Then I heard someone's scream. And the gunfire stopped. Erika looked back through her right pawn. But he didn't reduce the speed of his car.

“MAAASSSSS”

Suddenly Erika shouted.

*TAAAKK*

The windshield of the car is like someone is pounding with a stone. And immediately Erika's hand floundered off the wheel of the car.

“ERIKA”<TAG1>

*CIIIIT*

Unknowingly, Erika stepped on the brake.

*WUUUSS*

Car to the left.

*BRAAKKK*

The left side of the car hit a tree.

“AAA” Budi thrown forward.

*BRAK DUG BRAK BRAK BRAK BRAK DUG BRAAK.... BRAKKK*

The car they were driving rolled around. Moreover, at a dead end, the contours decreased towards the front gate.

BRAK DUG BRAK BRAK BRAK DUG BRAAK.... BRAKKK

“ERIKA”<TAG1>

“BOS BUDII”

Budi still heard a screaming voice in his ear. But his consciousness began to fall. His eyes began to blur, blur, blur, and darken altogether.

***

I don't know how long he's been unconscious, Budi doesn't know. Still in a state of closed eyes, Budi felt a blinding light that was like trying to break through the barricade of his eyelids. The wind was cold for him.

“Bud, Budi”

The goal is to hear like someone is calling him.

“Ngger, good light. Why are you here?”

That voice, like familiar. The voice was no stranger to him. But it was still too far for him to reach. It is also invisible to its existence.

“Budd. Wake, Ngger!”

I felt someone shake his body. Slowly but surely, I opened my eyes again.

A silhouette instantly caught his eyes. It was not immediately clear who was nearby. The light from the sky was quite dazzling, so that the person's face actually looked dark.

That voice, made Budi continue to pay attention to the face of the person. While trying to get up, Budi tried to recognize the face.

It took a while for Budi to adjust his eyes.The silhouette slowly faded, changing with a face he was very familiar with.

“Bapak?” it was like salim.

“Iya. It's mr. What are you doing here?”

Confused to be asked that. As he remembered, his father had died. How can we meet?

He immediately spread his gaze, sweeping across the entire corner. It seemed very foreign to him. And it was very different from any place he had ever been.

“Taman?” muttered.

Recognize one of the corners of the place. Parkland. The vast land and overgrown with a variety of fragrant flowers and pampering the eyes, he had met, when he was upset left Adel married.

It was there that he met his late father. At that moment his heart was very relieved. Not tired as before. But it turned out that it was only for a moment.

“What, will Budi follow you forever, sir?” ask Budi.

“Hem?"

Mr. Rouf smiled at his son's question. A smile you haven't seen for a long time.

“What are you doing?” ask Rouf while laughing.

“Ya kan Budi is here again, pak” said Budi.

Mr. Rouf looked at him fixedly. As if trying to read your heart. Because it is strange to think, Budi is happier in his place than in the world. The expression on his face asked Budi, making Mr. Rouf laugh.

“Ha ha ha. Every human being has a place of his own, based on his deeds and deeds. There is no story. If you can be together, surely you have seen someone else here” said Mr. Rouf.

“Yes. Gita Shella Syarifah” said Budi while nodding his head, while smiling to tease his father.

“Ho hooo's. You know, apparently. Did you open the box from dad, hem?” sahut mr Rouf. While punching Budi's arm. Be smiling widely.

“Open? How is it not, sir? People already Budi throw” kilah Budi.

“Yang really?” god, Mr. Rouf. His smile was impressed. Makes you feel sindered.

“Ya bener” replied Budi, still pretending.

“Ha ha ha ha. You think you can boongin? Your people umpetin, also”

He gasped at the words of his father. In his heart he laughed and cursed. Having an intel father can not be lied to.

“Kok you can know? Who said it? Fian Mas? What is Pakde Baskoro?” ask Budi.

“Nah, right. I also finally. Ha ha ha ha ha. Discovered in Sidodadi, yes?” said Mr. Rouf while laughing.

“Ah, father. Ngadalin Budi this anyway, his name” protest Budi.

“Ha ha ha ha. Kok ngadalin's. No chat, lah”

“Ya continues? His time of learning is attributed to his own child? Hadeeeh” protests Budi again.

“Ha ha ha ha”

Mr. Roufpun laughed again. Until a while, Mr. Rouf was still laughing in response to his son's annoyed expression.

Laugh long too. And his frustration he expressed by punching his father's arm slowly. Be them fists.

“So, what do you conclude, ngger?” asked Mr. Rouf, after a moment of silence.

“About sir?” Instead of asking, because you don't understand.

“Udah you open, right?”

“Not yet, pak” replied Budi.

“Lah. Continue, know where?” asked Rouf confused.

“From Nungki. Which is said oneng, same mom”

“Hempf. Oh. Ha ha ha ha ha. Yes yes yes. You're turning him back?”

“Neg. I've only seen you lately, sir. Turns out he's a cop. Equally rich mr”

“Who's father of police?”

“Still not saying either. Say mother, father of many girls”

“Hempf. Ha ha ha ha ha. Many girls. Your mother likes to be jealous, about girls. But not the father either. Her cute girl Pak”

“Sombong” comments Budi.

“Ha ha ha ha”

Mr. Rouf laughed again. So sweet with Budi's comments, that he punched his son's arm.

“Bapak nanya, how can Nungki know about father?” ask Budi.

“Udah tahu” replied mr Rouf briefly.

Budi scrunched his forehead. He was confused by that short answer.

“Si Satria once sent a letter to mr.” replied Mr. Rouf.

“Blonde?”

“Iya, bule” replied mr Rouf.

Budi stunned. He felt amazed, after knowing the identity of his father. He wanted to show off, but he was dead. I'd say halu. Imagining it makes you smile to yourself.

“Cengar-cengar himself. Think what?”

“That father, you know. Why didn't you say, if you were a hero. Can I show off. If only now show off, the auto will be said to be halu, deh. What stress” replied Budi.

“Hempf. Ha ha ha ha” sir Rouf laughs loosely again.

“To be precise, so the hotshot is heavy, ngger. Eat you. Want to fight a fight. If you lose, yes, the fight was narrow at that time. You won, yes, at that moment. Most if not satisfied, abstain again” said Mr. Rouf. Be chuckled.

“You are in the father position, you will definitely think hundreds of times, even if only for nonjok one person, ngger”

“Yes. Family benefits. Budi also hate if rich gitu” Budi.

“That's him. You don't want to lose anymore. Like a man walking, the feet of this father stay one. I don't want to lose the only leg left. It hurts to know, anyway?” comments by Rouf. Budi nodded his head.

“You've lost, you know what you mean?” ask Mr. Rouf.

“Yes. Without the fight” replied Budi.

Mr. Rouf smiled. For a moment they were silent to each other. Budi looked straight ahead.His mind was drifting deep into space.

“Terus. Why did you get here?” mr. Rouf repeated the question earlier.