
"Whenever hard work you and your men find Rico's presence in this village, you'll never find him in any corner of the village I lead," mr. Momogi said with a cynical smile and looked so dismissive of his guests. "Because the child you're looking for right now has left for the big city since morning."
"What!" cry Mr. Jolly. The village leader from the village on the other island, could not hide his shocked face. But instead of trusting the words of the man who served as the leader in the virgin village, Mr. Jolly immediately developed his cynical smile. "How is it possible that a paralyzed child can go alone to a big city? Do you think I could be lied to? Ohhh! You consider me a little boy, do you?"
Mr. Momogi was slightly stunned upon hearing the uninvited guest's remark. But he again showed his indifference. "It's up to you to believe it or not. Please you and your people find the child up to the rat hole in this village. Good luck!" Said Mr. Momogi casually then he waltzed away.
Of course, Mr. Momogi's relaxed departure without any fear makes Mr. Jolly's wrath even more visible. It seems he believes that Rico is already in the big city of this country. Mr. Jolly concluded, if the child was still in the virgin village, there was no way Mr. Momogi would be that relaxed to face him. That's what's currently in Mr. Jolly's mind.
"Is now the time, my network in the city should act as well?" muttered Mr. Jolly with his evil grin.
On the same day, Rico himself is now at his destination. Of course, the young man was still with the woman he said liked the sour smell of a man's sweat. After traveling for several tens of minutes, Rico and the woman were now in a place where the woman was staying.
"Welcome to my house" said the woman, opening the door. Rico was a little stunned, when the woman he did not know her name, said that this place was his home. "You must be surprised if this is my home?"
The woman's guess was correct, Rico was even surprised when the woman found out what Rico had thought. The young man was reminded of the new privilege he had today. Since then, Rico has also heard what is in the mind of the woman who was with him.
"This is actually my family's home, rather my sister's house anyway. Just because it had been a long time, I had to take care of it," without Rico asking, the woman willingly even gave an explanation. "There is only one room, one kitchen, one bathroom and one living room. So a match for both of us?"
The woman herself was currently heading to the room to check things out, and also looking at the other room. While taking off her jacket and mask, the woman also sat on the same sofa as Rico. The young man was stunned once again upon seeing the face of the woman who was currently sitting across from the table.
"Why do you see that kind of kayak? You must be fascinated by my beauty, huh?" guess the woman with a smile an anxious smile as she caught Rico silently looking at her. Rico himself immediately misbehaved because he was caught looking at the woman's face. He immediately turned his gaze in the other direction to reduce the nervousness that suddenly attacked.
"Open your mask too dong. At home, are you still wearing a mask?" the woman again made her voice. Because there is no other choice to reject it, and also based on the thought of Rico who stated that he would stay with the woman, so Rico did have to show her face to the woman.
"God! Rico!" in accordance with the conjecture that Rico revealed in his heart, the woman would definitely be surprised and immediately recognize his face. Apparently true, the face of the president's son was already known where. "I didn't think it was the president's son in my house."
Again, Rico simply smiled, with no intention to return the shock the woman showed. After all, he was also confused about what to say, to respond to the woman's surprise. So just smile sweetly, to make the woman's speech.
"But how weird? From what I heard, he said you died in a plane crash?" the woman again raised her voice. For this time, Rico did have to explain what he knew, to the woman.
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