The Mafia's Asmara Cage

SASM - Follow the trail

The sun greeted a man who was standing on the edge of the abyss. He lifted his head while closing his eyes, enjoying the warm sunlight rising from the eastern horizon. His handsome face did not look fresh, because all night he could not sleep. Her hair was also messy, not neatly combed. The dive he did was just playing around with Samantha's shadow that always filled his mind.

Samantha's shadow is like incarnate into a real creature that makes Maximo feel happy just because he saw her existence. He spoke all night with the shadow on his mind, recounting his days without the woman. The surroundings were silent, only the contents of his head were noisy.

As at this time, although his eyes closed and his mouth was silent, but Maximo's mind remained soft. He imagined that Samantha was beside him and was resting her head on Maximo's shoulder. Enjoy the calm atmosphere with the sound of waves that slowly greet the auditory nerve of both.

“Hay Sam, I'm coming again. As usual, I didn't come in a better mood. My chest is still tight and rumbling because I miss you. How were your days there? Don't you miss me?” ask the man.

Slowly he opened his eyes and looked at the calm choppy sea water ripples. Maybe because the sun is not high. The cold air felt tight hugging Maximo until his hair bristled despite wearing a thick coat.

“We just met last night, Sam. But I always felt that I had not enough time to remember you. Did I just end my life to be with you without any space separating us?” Maximo stepped closer to the steep lip of the abyss. The shadow of Samantha's pale face that screamed in shock flashed clearly in her mind. The shadow that always made him weak and his heart seemed to be detached from its place. He fell on the edge of the cliff.

He looked down, looking back at the path he made down. Until this moment there were no footprints visible other than his footprints last night. “What by submerging ourselves in that ocean, can make us meet, Sam?” Maximo's mind was getting more and more absurd. Desperation makes him want to jump if he does not remember Eveline saying, Samantha will grieve if he died in a stupid way. Yes, that part he agreed, but his longing for Samantha was too excruciating.

“I decided to keep living this life Sam, although it is no longer the same. There will be a time when we will meet again. Whether I'm coming home to see you or you're coming home to get to me, obviously I'm pretty sure that one day we'll meet. Stay inside my head, so I'm not too lonely.”

Maximo's hand gripped the ground before him, then sowed it slowly from the edge of the cliff. Wind gusts carrying grains of soil mixed with sand were scattered. Some may fall to sea level and the rest go somewhere.

“Last week, I'll come here again Sam. Please wait for me,” promise Maximo.

Satisfied to speak for himself, he moved. He intended to go home and rest his body in Samantha's room. Bercint4 with the shadow of the lover he missed.

Maximo's car was speeding on a paved road. About 40 km of winding road was passed by Maximo. The beautiful scenery along the way did not succeed in entertaining him. The car stopped at a red light. He must be patient waiting for the queue, neatly lined up with other cars.

His hands flicked his fingers at the wheel. In front of him were many vehicles passing by and instantly his finger was stopped as he saw a faint shadow passing before him. His eyes immediately rounded reluctant to blink as he felt familiar with the owner of the face behind the slightly dark car glass.

“Samantha?” muttered. Maximo rubbed his eyes and glared to clarify his vision. The car had gone, he was very sure that what he saw was not a mirage. The woman looked at me who knew.

“Sial! I'm sure it's really him!” exciting Maximo. He honked his horn several times so that the car in front of him immediately got out of the way and did not block his way. But unfortunately the red light queue trapped him and the car he saw got further and further away.

“AKH!! Goddamnit!” the man peels irritatedly while beating his steering.

Like losing his mind, Maximo immediately drove his car at high speed, shortly after the red light queue was unraveled. He followed the direction of the passing of the sedan car that he had just seen, turning the steering carelessly until the sports car came spinning and left a blackish brake on the asphalt. The man was hit by a horn by the other driver. He almost collided with another driver.

Cafes, restaurants, clubs and many other places he visited. Unexpected things happen when Maximo comes to the clothes shop samantha used to go to. He entered the store shortly after Samantha left the store. The woman bought clothes for lunch with Slavyk. Maximo who arrived late, did not get to meet the woman. Destiny hasn't brought you Max.

Exhausted running, Maximo ends up sitting in front of a cake shop. He looked down weakly as he thought about where the car was going. Maximo continued to try to guess, the place where samantha might come. His eyes closed tightly to focus his mind.

Maximo stood up as he knew what to do. He put his coat back on and drove his car somewhere. A house he visited. He knocked on the iron door filled with abstract art drawings. The building is far from a good impression, but the people who live in this house are very important.

“You looking for who?” an exotic-faced woman opened a box-shaped door opening. He showed only a third of his face and spoke to Maximo from there.

“I need to meet with Alan.” Maximo's words sounded firm.

“She is not being disturbed,” timpal the woman.

“Say, Maximo Cortez is coming.” Maximo couldn't wait any longer, he was forced to reveal his identity.

Before long, the door opened until it let out a creaking sound. The figure of the woman who was originally only visible face, then looks whole.

“Your identifier?” ask the woman. He turned his hand to Maximo. Maximo pulls out his cell phone and shows his identity page in the mafia world. The woman only stared at Maximo for a moment, then opened the door wider.

“Your friend, come!” the woman was pretty loud. “Come in,” he also let Maximo in.

Maximo entered a house that was quite dark. There was only a yellow incandescent lamp lit at one corner. This guy's place is still the same, messy. Many bottles of drinks scattered on the floor also filled the table. The available sofa is filled with items. Dirty clothes and not to mention. The smell of the room was very uncomfortable.

“No need to sit if you don't like.” The woman seemed to understand the meaning of Maximo's expression.

“I won't be long,” says Maximo. He looked at the small stairs leading up and not long someone came down. The curly-haired man from Sao tome and principe grinned at the figure of Maximo standing before him.

“During not meeting, Max.” He really knew Maximo. He extended his hand to Maximo and they shook hands quite tightly.

“I need your help. My time is not much.” Maximo was straight at the core of his talk.

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