Beautiful Thief And The King
The Known Hiding Place

Freya lives in a secluded house on the forest side. Freya hides her identity so no one knows. The people in the small town were very nice to him. Thanks to the help of the Freya residents can enjoy a quiet life. Although his life was not abundant, he enjoyed his quiet life.

That kind of life was what he wanted, calm but it didn't mean he wasn't vigilant. Freya was always on the lookout because she was afraid that an officer might find her. It should not happen because he had to keep the precious treasure he had obtained unexpectedly.

Freya no longer thought of the artifact belonging to her father that she had left behind. He did not want to look for what he had not found because it was not important anymore. That afternoon, Freya was fishing in the river for dinner. Surely Freya brought her cute little baby. The circumstances that made him have to fight hard for his life.

He no longer wears good clothes. I don't know when was the last time she wore nice clothes, she herself had forgotten. Her hair was even a little messy because what she thought was not beauty anymore but rather keeping the baby so they wouldn't get caught.

"It looks like our dinner menu is enough, dear," said Freya while looking at the two fish she had obtained.

Such a simple life is not bad, it was the first time a little difficult but now he is used to it. Freya sighed, eyes fixed on the blue sky.

"How are you, Dad? I'm sorry I couldn't bury your body but I'm sure Cristina would have done it for you" he said.

"You don't have to worry about me, my life is pretty good. I'd tell Nich if he had a great grandfather," Freya turned, looking up at his son who was playing alone and digging in the dirt, "It looks like he's going to be the next archaeologist. Even though I live in this remote place, although I am unable to provide education for him but I will teach him so that he can understand art and history!" said again.

Freya looked up at the sky again and smiled, but her smile suddenly disappeared. Freya looked down, with a lot of thoughts. For some reason a feeling of guilt arose in his heart, what he was doing right now was the best for his son?

"M. mmy... Mo..mmy!"'s!" the son he named Nicholas called himself.

"What's up, honey?" Freya turned away but she was surprised that Nicholas was about to eat the land.

"Don't eat that!" his yell. Freya ran towards Nicholas and grabbed his little hand so that the land he held was not eaten.

"Don't eat, it's dirty!" Freya cleaned her son's hands, while her son's little laugh was heard.

"Let's go home, it looks like Mommy's son is hungry!" Freya moved while holding her son, the two fish were enough for her to eat. While carrying her son, Freya also brought the hook and the results of her fishing and returned to the small house but quite comfortable for him.

He had not suspected that there were some people lurking in the distance. Those people were deliberately not to get too close given the vigilance that Freya had. Freya who is always vigilant, looking around before entering the house, she should not be careless because the police who are looking for her could have been lurking at that time.

Seeing the vigilance he had, it certainly made the people who were stalking him immediately hide. Truly ingenious, it deserves its existence is difficult to find and difficult to catch.

Freya was still watching, she felt something was strange. The felling situation is getting sharper. He felt someone was watching him. Freya got into the house in a hurry, a cloth was taken and the cloth was used by Freya to tie her son in front.

Two firearms that he always hid were taken, he had not expected the hiding was known for a long time. No matter what, he should be able to protect his son. In addition to the two pistols he had already hidden around his waist, Freya also took out a firearm that he had also hidden.

"Mo..mmy," Nicholas who was already in the sling called out while touching his mother's face.

"Sttss.not to be afraid!" Freya clasped her son's little hand and kissed him.

"Wear this, if the situation is urgent then Mommy will take you to your father. With this ring, he would definitely believe if you were his son!" the ring that had been tied with a rope Freya wore on her son's neck.

"Mommy hope we can run!" Freya hugged her son tightly, she hoped she could get away this time.

Freya rushed to stand behind the window and peeked out, as she had expected, someone was watching. Several people were seen stepping around his house with guns in hand. Freya gulped, she ran the other way and peeked out again. It turned out that his house had been surrounded by special forces who were indeed about to capture him.

"Buck!" Freya looked around, she would not be able to fight back as it was already besieged. There seemed to be no way, some dynamite he never wanted to use was taken, Freya went into the fire pit to hide. Luckily he bought some firearms from some of the criminals that were in the city using his remaining money because he knew, he needed them.

The dark place makes Nicholas cry but Freya stops him by giving breast milk. She must be able to survive, she has passed the more difficult is to escape while pregnant with her son therefore, she must be a super mother for her son.

The atmosphere was silent, the troops in front had already surrounded his small house. Of course they did not waste the opportunity because fugitives could be found after a long time of searching. Freya is still considered a fugitive because Kendrick is trying to clear her name which of course will not be easy.

The troops with firearms were ready with all possibilities, two people had already stepped towards the door. They're gonna hit the door and go inside. The target will not be able to go anywhere because the house is so small. Freya tried to hold her breath, one hand patting her son so he wouldn't cry. Nicholas who has been given breast milk certainly does not cry let alone the slow claps given by his mother make him sleepy.

With a gesture of hand, the leader of the army ordered his men to open the door and in the count of three, the door of the house was kicked open wide.

"Catch the fugitive!" the leader's orders.

The troops ambushed in, ready to shoot anyone inside. Freya opened her two closed eyes, now was the time. A match was lit, dynamite was burned and while being searched, Freya threw the burning dynamite. The troops were surprised, but two other dynamites that had been burned were thrown back at them.

"Damn, it's a trap!" shouted the leader. The force was about to escape but the dynamite that was first thrown began to explode followed by two other dynamites. The powerful explosion left Freya's house in pieces, the troops who had not had time to run and were inside were also hit by the explosion while those outside were blown away due to the enormity of the explosion.

Nicholas was shocked by the sound of the explosion, his cries were heard. Freya had already crawled out of the stone fire pit so that the explosion could not knock her down. He should not waste his chance and should run away.

"That's it!" shouted the surviving troops.

Freya rained down on them with her firearm while stepping back. The flames that burned down the house made it difficult for the troops to aim at him. A little wall of the house that still stands crow in his favor because he can hide. His son's cry was stopped again with breast milk, a dynamite was again taken because it could save him.

"Hurry after!" order the leader of the group who suffered minor injuries from the explosion.

Freya sees her son returning to sleep, the guilt that her son must be involved in such a dangerous state fills her heart but she will still be a great mother to her son. Breathing was pulled for a moment, the dynamite rope was back on fire and then it threw it towards the troops who would ambush him.

After doing that, Freya ran away. The explosion happened again, now the house is completely flat with the ground. Freya did not turn away, all she wanted was to run away from the place but without Freya realizing, a sniper was already in position.

A baby brought in by a fugitive makes him hesitant to shoot but his job of disabling the fugitive must still be done. The firearm was already aiming at Freya who continued to run, the target was already locked and without wasting time, he said, the bullet from his firearm shot towards Freya who was still running and the bullet managed to cross her right shoulder.

Freya shouted, she almost fell down. Damn, what a bitch. Just one wish, hopefully he can find someone to bring his son to Norman. Even if he died, he didn't care. Freya continued to run, while holding her wound that kept bleeding. He did not care about anything and hopefully this was not the end of everything but someone who suddenly emerged from behind a big tree and pulled it suddenly, making him shocked and dispelling his expectations.