The Match in the Hand of Papi
You Where?
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The sun slowly began to show itself, its warmth slowly began to touch the surface of the earth, but where El was currently located was still so cool. The thick trees were able to dispel the warmth of the dawn that morning. Dew drops also still linger on the leaves.
El opened his eyes. This morning his body was like a crumble. For the first time in his life he had to sleep on a mat. Not to mention that his legs and hands saw a lot of bruises, increasing the level of pain.
"Oh." El whimpering. He felt pain every time he moved his body.
"Are you awake?" Bu Yati opened the door cover cloth.
"Udah, Madame ... Ow!" El held his leg. Bu Yati approached and looked at the wound on El's leg.
"Samples like this, El." Bu Yati even looked wince at the bruised wound on El's leg.
El stared at his bluish legs. He simply rubbed his swab slowly without being able to do much.
"Udah calm, later let you help medicine, yes." Bu Yati rubbed El's shoulder that looked sad. "Sir, sir," shouted Bu Yati.
Mr. Kamsuri who heard the call from his wife also rushed. El's eyes widened to see Mr. Kamsuri coming with a machete.
El swallowed his saliva heavily. "Mom, my legs won't be cut off, will they?"
Bu Yati and Mr. Kamsuri also threw eyes at each other. Aware of the fear that El felt, Mr. Kamsuri hurriedly saved his machete.
"Sorry, Miss El, it's a cleaver for wood nyari. Who wants to cut off Mbak El's legs" replied Mr. Kamsuri.
"Said Bu Yati, the father who helped me with my foot medicine. How, even bring a machete?" ask El.
"So the Father again ngasah Golok, Mbak El. Denger Bu Yati called, I hurriedly came not to knock it down" explained Mr. Kamsuri.
El sighed in relief while holding his chest. "Huh, kirain."
"Sir, please help me make medicine when I'm sick first, Kasian El," pinta Bu Kamsuri.
"Oh, yes, then Mr. Madein, ma'am. Let me first prepare the material, yes." Mr. Kamsuri also left the two women who were still in the room.
"Mom, you shaman, huh?" el asked after Mr. Kamsuri disappeared behind the door-covering cloth.
"Huh, shaman?" Bu Yati was flabbergasted at El's question.
"So Mom said you were going to talk to me." El pointed at himself.
"Oh, no. The father, mah, the firewoodman, the same animals in the forest," explained Bu Yati.
"How are you doing, ma'am?" El is still curious.
"Let's make some oil for you. Grease oil for your wounds," replied Ms. Yati.
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Three days had passed, but there was no sign of El. Amidst her tiredness of looking for El and taking care of the company, Aryan also has to take care of Heryawan who is lying helplessly in the hospital.
Heraywan's condition also does not show an increase. His eyes closed tightly, as if unwilling to open. His weight is also decreasing.
"Hows it? is there progress?" Aryan spoke to the person he was contacting.
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"Please try! How many days it's been, I'm worried about El."
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"Wear all the way. Report the police or how I trust you. There was a meeting I couldn't leave. I also have to go to the hospital first to see Papi's condition."
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"All right."
Aryan closed his eyes while peeking at his nose. Really, he's tired. He had sent many men to find El, but the result was nil.
"El, where are you, baby? I'm worried about you" Aryan stared at the photo of El stored on his phone.
Aryan's daydream was broken after hearing the sound of knocking on the door. "Lake in!" aryan from the room.
Septian was standing in the doorway.
"Sir, I'm sorry I wanted to inform you" exclaimed Septian.
"What's that?"
"This, sir." Septian gave her cell phone.
Aryan's eyes were rounded when he saw the man in the video shown by Septian.
"Zack?" Aryan looked at Septian. Asking Septian to affirm that what he saw was not wrong. Septian just gave his nod.
"She's still doing her usual activities?" Aryan frowning.
"Today, my man continued to follow her, sir, but there was no sign of Young Miss's whereabouts" Septian explained.
Aryan rubbed his face violently. "Continue following him. Don't let your guard down!"
"Well, sir," replied Septian.
