The Last Cliff's

Chapter 19's

The boy sat surly, waiting for his mother to come back from the reservation table at a fast food restaurant. In front of him there were 3 glasses of cold fizzy drinks arranged in a tangle on the table, but not glimpsed for a moment. He was more interested in observing the traffic of cars on the street, his gaze through the transparent glass wall. He even ignored the greeting of a perlente man who then sat beside him.

As soon as the boy stood up, spilling drinks on his desk, his eyes saw a red sedan car running sideways with its body, while the four wheels were spinning violently sweeping the wind, the sedan was half overturned and creaked uncontrollably, the friction of its body with asphalt splashing flames.

Well the fate of an acacia tree, he stood firm without sin across the sidewalk of the road with a large moat next to him. The car hit him, then rolled a few rounds before finally stopping on the lip of the sidewalk in an upside down position. Fractions of glass immediately scattered in the streets.

Traffic was suddenly quiet, other vehicles were forced to stop and pull over in the distance. Only the pedestrians then began to clump together, then approached the pesky car even with agitated steps.

"Wow !" amazed by the boy's mouth. When he saw a man with a Tosca color T-shirt was crashing into the crowd.

"Dissolve ! Stay away from this place because the car is about to explode." shouted one man in a security uniform. "City ... Priiiit !" his whistle immediately dispersed the crowd, they spread out in a radius not too far away, except for the man in the T-shirt. He instead approached the red sedan, clasping the hand of the security guard who tried to hit him.

"The driver needs help !" obviously the man. The security guard was forced to take it off and slowly inched away from the streets.

"Kerrreeen !" the boy's mouth muttered, that time jumping down from his chair.

"Where are you going ?" ask the perlente man next to him. His arms were immediately blocked, the perlente claws held him so as not to move from where he stood.

"Please, Om ! I want to see that." replied the boy. His eyes pointed towards the street where the man in the tosca shirt started to check his surroundings.

Somehow, the boy finally managed to escape. Then as he ran and almost passed the push door, "Ari, where are you going ?" yelled at mom.

"Look at that guy, Ma !" answer Ari.

"Don't ! It's a danger."

Her mother's ban was ignored, and little Ari had already run into the streets, forcing her to chase after her.

"Om, Ari Bantuin huh ?" he said to the man in a tosca shirt who began to break the rest of the window of the unfortunate car.

The man looked at her, then the burly hand touched the hair at the end of his head while smiling casually.

"Can ! Please Om to take care of Om's friend's camera cable there. How ... Okay ?" the man answered, his nose began to smell the smell of gasoline.

"FROM !!!" Mama's hysterics, her arms are being harshly blocked by the restaurant security.

"But that's my son, sir !" he continued while struggling.

"Sorry, Mom ! It's for Mom's safety. The car's about to explode, look at the taste and smell of that gasoline." Deny the guard.

"Okay, Om ! Toss !!"

An applause ensued, Ari's tiny palm greeted the palm of the tosca-clothed man. They do 'toss' like two tough guys. Afterwards, Ari ran towards a young man with a camera tripod in front of him, then stood up while holding a toy cable tied to one of the tripod's legs. They recorded a man in a tosca shirt, second by second, behind the fence of a school. A safe place from the possibility of an explosion because it is hidden behind a perdu even though it is only 20 meters away.

The mama who managed to escape the attention of the security guard immediately followed Ari, " ... Here the danger ! Come with mama into the resto." he persuaded.

"No ! Ari wants to help him, he told me to take care of this cable." Ari replied.

Hearing such an answer, the young man with the camera threw a smile, showing off his papal teeth. "Sit down next to this kid, Mom !" advice from papuan youth.

Still in anxiety, the crazy woman and the menor obeyed. He sat down by Ari's side.

Before long, the perlente man also nimbrung next to the mother.

The young man answered by crossing his index finger on his lips, and Ari was silent.

While on the street, there was only a man in a tosca shirt and a ringsek sedan.

The man looked confused, his hands trying to grab the neck of the driver of the ill-fated car with a little anxiety. In his heart, he hopes the driver is still breathing and can get out of his car.

"Oh, no !" surprised when he saw the driver was not moving, blocked air bags that expand from between the steering wheel of the car.

The man immediately reached into his bluejeans pocket, took out a folding knife to tear the air bag that covered the face up to the rider's chest.

"Hmmm ... It turns out lo Cewe." whispered in the man's heart.

The driver turned out to be a 30-year-old woman with short hair, her breasts slightly poking between the red BH and the blazer she was wearing. His face was no longer visible, filled with blood red dyes.

The smell of gasoline increasingly stung the nose, the bluish green liquid had pooled almost to the middle of the highway. While the car engine has died even though the electrical indicator is still on, meaning all the wires in the car are still electrically charged. A short circuit will not happen for long.

The man's eyes glowed, there was a feeling of relief in his heart when his index finger felt a pulse in the fainting woman's neck.

Attempted to open the left door of the overturned car, but failed. The power is not strong enough to break the door hinges of the European-made car. Then he stood looking around him, as if to ask the crowd for help. But there were no eyes that could collide with his eyes, the people looked down in fear and some were busy with cameras on their gadgets. It made him breathe heavily.

Realizing that there would be no reinforcements, the man in a tosca shirt tried his luck by jumping over the car to open the right door. Setali three money with the left door, the right door of the car was also jammed and could not be broken into. Forcing him to return to the left side, that time not by jumping, he chose to walk on top of the car and then jump down, making the car shake while creaking like the sound of death bells.

The two poles of the car's accu began to heat up as the cable in the fuse began to melt, reflecting a smattering of white smoke.

The man then ducked down, then sat down to fold his knees. His hand reached for the woman's armpit, then: "Arrrgghh ..." he said, pulling the woman's shoulder with all his might.

"Damn !" the girl's blood-soaked Blazer was stuck in the dustboard.

While the cable skin melts begin to drip, white smoke spreads that thicken. But it escaped the man's attention, but not by the crowd. They began to worry, because they were convinced that the smoke would soon bring fire.

The man took off his T-shirt, making it a rag to dry both his palms from the pool of blood. Then deftly release the fainted female blazer so as not to get stuck in the dustboard.

Once again he let out a heavy sigh, then tried to put his hand back on the woman's armpit. Later ....

"Kraaak !" the sound of underwear tearing and blazer of the woman.

"us ... Sorry ! Hihihihi ..." reflex the mouth of the man when he saw the upper body of the woman was only wearing BH. While the blazer and his underwear are stuck in the dustboard.

He was grateful for successfully freeing the woman's body from the crush of the steering wheel. Whereas in front of him, in the fuse box, fire began to form with a short circuit sound.

The concentration of the man then focused on how to remove the thighs and legs of the woman from the crush of the dustboard.

"There's no other way but to smash his seat !" whispered the man to himself. "And it can only be done by tracking it from the right door."

No doubt, he immediately jumped back, taking a position on the right. Then put both feet through the window slit, then trace as hard as you can, many times, smashing the driver's seat. When he felt loose enough, he immediately stood up, intending to jump to the left. But his eyes caught the oddity. The copper pipe on which the brake fluid pressed the car's disc piston was deliberately disconnected with a sharp object. "A sabotage !" the knot in the heart. But not only that, his eyes also had time to glance towards the source of the short smoke that began to blacken.

"GERMANY !!" His screams blared, his fists pointed to the sky, as if challenging a cluster of wind that was in a crowd waiting on the rooftop of a blue-painted apartment building. Make the crowd shake their heads. Everyone knows, the scream was a reaction of anger in his mind when he realized that his life was being threatened.

No matter the safety of his life, the bare-chested man was determined to sit on his knees right on the left side of the door.

"Sorry ... I touch 'body' lo ! Gagagaga ..." - grinning, the man then began to wrap his arms around his back until it pierced his chest, forced squeezing the woman's breasts so that she obtain enough grip to pull the fainted body out of the car.