The Love of the Unknown Man
12. Thugs
In a European-style mansion with a courtyard the size of a football field, an eighty-year-old woman walked down the stairs.
Although at her old age but the woman is still very agile walking in expensive clothes.
The woman's eyes could not be explained. Anger, anger, worry, and sadness united in the rich old woman.
“Mrs Camilla,” greet the butler in the mansion while bending down.
“Where's Gordon?”
“Master Gordon is still in his room, Mrs.”
“Seek him to face me!” it was Camilla who then sat on the velvet sofa with the high backrest.
Before long, the butler returned with the skinny man and the green eyeballs.
His name was Gordon, the grandson of Camilla. He tidied up his suit before finally sitting in front of the grandmother.
“What's up, Grandma?”
“Gordon, I haven't heard from Gustav for a long time and today I got a report that Gustav has been missing for a month while he was reviewing a project in Indonesia.”
Gordon widened his eyes. I can't believe her cousin's missing.
“Delayed how it means, Grandma?”
“Yes, she's gone missing without a trace. Police have been investigating her case and she was last recorded on CCTV at a restaurant at lunchtime. Then Gustav did not return to the hotel.”
Camilla massaged the base of her nose. A sign that he is in a bad state. Seeing that, Gordon reached out to rub Camilla's palm.
“Grandma, let me handle this case. I'm going to Indonesia to find Gustav.”
“And so am I. I will also fly to Indonesia tomorrow morning,” Camilla said firmly.
Gordon breathed too.
“Grandma, Grandma's health condition is deteriorating. Let me just.”
“No, Gordon. I'll go too. How can I keep silent while Gustav, my grandson, is lost somewhere?”
The conversation between her grandmother and granddaughter turned out to be seen by a short-haired woman. He bit his lower lip with the two neutrals that had condensed.
He lost his footing when he heard Gustav disappear.
Then he walked over to Camilla who immediately turned to her. He could not help but cry, and then rested in front of Camilla.
“Grandma, is that true? Gustav disappeared?”
Camilla stroked the woman's hair while highlighting a wistful look.
“Gwen, we pray that Gustav is soon found in good condition.”
Gwen looked up her head back at Camilla's gaze along with the fall of one clear feather across the cheek.
“I will also come. Rafael misses Gustav very much, Grandma.”
Hearing Rafael's name mentioned, made Camilla remember her five-year-old great-grandson. Then Camilla nodded her head in approval for Gwen and her son to go to Indonesia, the land of Camilla's birth.
“You're right, Gwen. Poor Rafael.”
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In the morning, Lisa prepares some necessities and supplies for Edgar who is about to leave the village. He put it all in Juna's backpack.
“I will always give you news. Just wait for my letter.”
Lisa forced herself to smile. She's a poor girl who doesn't have any electronics called a phone or a cell phone. Even if there was, it was very difficult to get a signal in the village.
It would be difficult to exchange news with Edgar.
“There is little money for you to use for a few weeks stay in the city, while you are still looking for a job.”
Edgar's lips put on a smile. She no longer knew in what way to repay Lisa's kindness.
After saying goodbye, Edgar boarded the Doni delman who would take him to the train station.
Within three hours, Edgar had reached the city. The crowd would then move vehicles and people, leaving Edgar a little confused.
Edgar decided to find a place to live first. However, there were already four contracts that Edgar visited all set expensive rental prices.
Late in the afternoon, Edgar realized he had not eaten. He also took out the provisions from the bag which was only a boiled yam.
Just then, there were two women walking past Edgar who was sitting in a park. One of the women gave me the money and passed away.
“Why do you give him money? Does he still look strong?” the woman's friend asked.
“Leave it. I love him. Too bad yes, handsome face but beggar.”
“Iya, what a pity.”
Edgar, who overheard the conversation, felt he did not accept being considered a beggar. He wanted to return the money to the woman, but for a moment his mind changed.
Edgar prefers his rational mind that he needs money. So, he just put the money in his pocket and continued to eat boiled sweet potatoes.
Before long, a man wearing a leather jacket, with arms full of tattoos and a pierced nose approached Edgar, then reached out.
Edgar put the boiled yam in the man's palm. Because he thought the man asked for boiled yams.
But the next second, the tattooed man threw a boiled yam and growled furiously.
“I don't ask for boiled yams. I'm the thug who controls this area and all the beggars have to give me a deposit of money,” bluff the thug.
However, Edgar did not show any fear. Even with his leisure he sipped a drink from the bottle he was carrying.
“First, I am not a beggar, and secondly, the woman gave me this piece of money only,” said Edgar casually while issuing a money gift from the woman who mistook him for a beggar.
The thug screeched, taking the money in Edgar's hands with a look of disbelief.
“Mana may be just this. Don't lie! Hand over all the results of begging you or I take forcibly.”
“No. I told you I wasn't a beggar,” Edgar stood up and returned a sharp glare from the thug.
“Ah, I know for sure inside that bag right?” the thug glanced at the bag Edgar was holding, then quickly grabbed the bag.
Edgar was not prepared for the thug's actions, so the bag finally changed hands, and the thug immediately ran away.
Not wanting to stay silent because the money given by Lisa is in the bag, making Edgar run after the thug.
Edgar's hand grabbed the tip of the backpack, then the next second there was a tug of attraction between Edgar and the thug.
“Let this go my bag!” edgar's exclaims tightened his hand grip.
The thug didn't say anything but threw a kick into Edgar's stomach so hard that the man bowed in pain. Not stopping there, the thug also called other thugs who were apparently around them.
There were five men surrounding Edgar and they all simultaneously gave Edgar a punch.
Edgar could not resist, because suddenly his head again throbbed pain. He felt de javu, as if something like this had happened to him.
