
- Carel
"So?" I asked after waiting long enough, as patient as possible until the man had free time to calm himself.
I saw that Tesar had glanced at me quite sharply, looking dislikeful of my presence. I didn't know my face was easy to recognize. But, it seems like he knows me quite well judging by his reaction.
"What do you want from me?" Her question made me smile thinly with her sensitivity level.
"Why are you free? Shouldn't you be in jail until the end of next year? Is it because you behaved well in the cell? So my sentence was reduced? That so?" My words immediately showered him with questions that had been piling up ever since I heard his name from that boy named Dean.
"I don't think it has anything to do with you, son. And I don't think my problems are important to you. Am I wrong?"
"You're right. But when I heard your name, I somehow got upset. If I had known she was your wife, I probably wouldn't have helped you. You owe me."
"What?"
"I've heard everything, so take this and go." Faren's voice surprised me, especially when he gave a brown envelope to my hand with his sharp eyes.
"What's this?" I asked to make sure.
"What do you think?"
"Faren it ...,"
"It's okay uncle. I've got a little savings, and I think that's enough for auntie's treatment until aunt recovers. So uncle—"
"I'm not asking you to pay now." Cut me to attract the attention of both people in front of me.
"But I want to pay for it now. So my family has no debt to you, emh. Thank you for taking me and my aunt to the hospital. I owe you for it, if you weren't there, maybe your aunt's condition is much worse than it is now." He said after pausing his words for a moment.
"So he's the one who drove you and aunt?" Tesar looked surprised, whereas the man beside him could only nod his head in response.
I felt the vibration of my phone inside my pants pocket, I quickly took out the flat object and answered the incoming call from Dwi. Though I was busy, but why did this annoying kid keep bothering me in my most important times.
***
- Esther
I put my feet up as fast as I could to run towards the house. Hope Dean and Yuna are okay.
I forgot about them both because I was busy calming my uncle and aunt and was busy handling Carel. I was finally able to leave the hospital after giving my ring sales money to the boy.
I regretted it so much because the only precious thing my mother left for me I had to sell for my aunt's medical expenses. But I don't regret remembering my aunt's kindness to me during the few months we stayed together. Then, with this I also have no debt whatsoever to Carel, other than a debt because he helped me bring my aunt to the hospital.
"Dean?" As I reached the front of the shop, I saw the boy's gaze blankly watching his footing.
"Dean?" I asked once more while grabbing her shoulder, "what happened? Where is Yuna?" I immediately met her black bead.
"Yuna ... the boy ...," he replied, not continuing his speech.
"Where's Sarah?"
"That guy took them away." The answer sounds lethargic.
I, too late to realize the chaos in the shop, could only stare in surprise where I stood. Then switch back to the figure of Dean who was still sitting on the floor with his clothes that look messy.
After successfully moving it inside, I instantly treated the wound on the fingers of his right hand as my brain continued to work. Think of ways to solve all the problems that are happening today.
Aunty miscarried because of something I didn't know, while Yuna and Sarah were kidnapped. The only way to be sure is to ask the person in question. The guy I saw this afternoon, his dad Dean.
"Where did they go? Is there a clue?" I broke the silence after I finished treating the wound in his hand.
"I don't know, when I realized it was all messed up. Sarah and Yuna are nowhere." The answer surprised me again.
There's no clue? How now? Report police?
"Aah!" Dean caught my attention, I saw that he had taken out a piece of paper from his pocket. I saw that there was an address written there, and quickly Dean and I threw eyes at each other and without saying much we decided to go to the address written there.
***
Unused storage warehouse? My mind when I get to the back of the hill with Dean. Pay attention to storage warehouses that are unused and look shabby.
"I'll go in first, you wait here." Dean's words made me shake my head quickly, rejecting his proposal.
"No, we're going in together."
"But—"
"How much do you remember before you lost consciousness?" I asked to cut her words.
"Five, I remember five people including my father." The answer seems doubtful, "or six?" This makes me breathe out loud.
"Alright, we round it to six. I'll go in through the front door. You go in through the back door."
"Eh? Wouldn't it be better for me to enter through the front door?"
"No, you have a body strong enough to take Yuna and Sarah out of there. Compared to me, I'm sure you're more reliable. So let me distract them."
"Wait first. Wouldn't that be a little suspicious for them? I mean, I got this address clue from the paper they left behind. Then if it is you who appears before them, will they not know our plan?"
"really. I forgot about that, they will immediately know that you brought someone else to get to this place. All right, then I'll go in through the back door. I'll also give you a sign that I've managed to get Yuna and Sarah out." I told you to separate from Dean and leave the bushes around us.
"okay."
I step my foot into the storage warehouse carefully. My gaze was amazed by all the chaos until I was completely shocked to see the suspicious-looking pile of sacks.
Isn't this place an unused warehouse? Why are so many sacks and tarps covering it? My mind wondered and came to a standstill when it saw the figure of Yuna and Sarah tied to the pole with both eyes and her mouth closed.
I who intend to approach them immediately undo my intentions when I see a familiar figure sitting near them with a foot and focus on playing his phone.
"Uncle Rigel?" I muttered feeling my heartbeat start to race.
Why is uncle here? What she .., I continued in my heart, recalling my last memories with her. When Uncle Rigel was so stubborn as to eliminate me before I met Uncle Albert.
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