Boss Come Here Please!
#S2 Frea's Cry
Boss Come Here Please 121
The night is getting late today in the capital is so bone-chilling that it can make the joints feel linu made. Today it did not rain at all.
The clink of a clock on the wall points to eleven o'clock at night, the time for some to pull the blanket and come to terms with a beautiful dream. At least sleep can make their fatigue fade and disappear.
Frea's heart stopped when Zico's phone was disconnected. His feet were limp even to walk as if he could not. He continued to console his own heart that Zico would be fine.
He tried to call Zico several times, but the man did not answer his call.
Frea's breath seemed to be choked instantly when Zico did not touch her at all. Until he tried to contact her once again and ....
"Hello." Finally the weak voice answered Frea's call.
"Hello, where are you and what are you doing?" Search Frea.
"I'm still in the same place Bougenville street, pondering my stupidity."
Suddenly Frea heard a sound like objects colliding with each other followed by the death of a telephone connection between the two of them.
BRAKKKC ....
Tut .. tut ...
Frea's chest suddenly tightened, her breath hunting. He was very confused when he heard the pounding of hard objects dance.
"Aco ... Hello ...." Frea's hands and feet trembled violently, her face turning deathly pale she kept biting her nails and pacing back and forth in panic. Zico said he was on Bougenville Street, so he quickly picked up a jacket to cover the clothes he was wearing, then he grabbed the bag he had accidentally put on the table.
After arriving under the atmosphere of the capital at night instead of quiet even more crowded. Without thinking, Frea stopped the taxi that passed by, but no taxi would stop for her.
He continued to bite his nails in panic and no taxi would take Frea to where he was going. Until 15 minutes passed. From a distance, a yellow taxi suddenly stopped right in front of Frea.
"Miss are you waiting for a taxi?" ask the taxi driver.
"Yes .. I'm waiting for a taxi."
"Come in! I'll take you to your destination."
Without a second thought, Frea got into the car. "Take me to Bougenville Street, sir!"
"Well" said the taxi driver.
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It didn't take long with the high speed Frea was able to get to Bougenville road easily.
In the middle of Bougenville many police and people gathered, there were burning embers accompanied by black smoke whose color was drowned by the darkness of the night seemed to soar.
Frea was shocked not to see the events that were before her, her heart continued to rage her breath hunting watching the commotion that was in front of her.
He is still thinking positively by calming down, ah maybe there is a taste and ends with a riot. But the country is doing well its economy is also in the top 10 developing countries and it is very impossible if there are riots.
"Miss, we can't walk anymore, because the road has been closed by the police. Or should we take a detour?" ask the taxi driver who is about 40 years old. "But it's late, miss. If we turn, it will take a lot of time" added the taxi driver.
"No need, sir. I'm going down here?" frea replied, but his eyes remained focused forward towards the crowd.
Frea nodded slowly and got out of the taxi. His eyes never looked out at the crowd of police and the surrounding community who looked clustered.
With his legs limp and walk slowly Frea approached the crowd, the heat from the car fire was very felt touching the skin of Frea.
He deliberately approached one of them to ask something before he approached the source of the crowd.
"Excuse me, sir. What's going on up ahead?" asked Frea with a trembling voice.
"There was a sedan car accident with an inter-city inter-provincial bus, Miss." replied the man. "The victim was still trapped in the burning car, it looked like he was a man and was presumed dead" the man added.
"A sedan car, man?" Frea asked back in a soft voice, to make sure.
The man nodded and walked away from Frea. Frea stared at the fiery red scene before her, unaware that a tear had fallen down both of her cheeks. His heart raged and was angry at himself, what if it was Zico, the man he loved.
He tried to get closer and closer, his pupils immediately grabbed the burning car and ranged so badly. Frea was surprised and covered her mouth with both hands, her legs getting squeezed even she was not able to stand perfectly. It was Zico's car only that his license plate had been covered in flames so it could not be seen and he could not confirm if it was Zico's car.
Frea was sitting on the black asphalt, she lamented her grief even though she could not be sure if it was Zico or not.
"Ziko! Ziko!" Frea screamed and cried while covering her face, the police and the public who heard Frea's screams instantly turned away from the fire and stared at Frea instantly.
A policewoman approached Frea and asked, "Do you know the victim?"
Frea opened her hands with sobs that she said softly, "I think it's my friend's car, before hanging up my phone call, he was here then I heard the sound of objects colliding with each other and his phone suddenly died."
"You have patience, we're working on putting out the fire, hopefully it's not your friend." The policewoman tried to comfort Frea.
From a distance covered in the darkness of the night slowly but surely a figure of a man walking towards Frea.
With my eyes dimmed and still covered by tears trying to recognize the figure. It's getting closer and closer.
Frea recognized the man. "Zico?!"
Frea immediately stood up and ran towards the man, then she buried her face into the chest of the man and hugged him tightly. "You're still alive?" ask Frea.
Zico hugged Frea tightly and smelled the fragrance of cherry blossom still smelling in Frea's dark brown hair. Gently Zico stroked Frea's hair.
"I love you, Zico!" tears were still wetting Frea's cheeks, then with his hands, Zico gently wiped Frea's tears.
Zico touched Frea's face with both hands and kissed Frea's lips and said, "I love you too, Frea."
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