CUBICLES
6

Somewhere

“LEEP me! What do you really want?” zaki's neck when he's locked up in a dark, quiet place.

It is like being underground because of the condition of the walls that resemble the walls of the ground. There are only lights that are dimly lit to give a little deep light. In fact, the stairs and iron collected also filled half the area.

Zaki's chin was gripped and rejected as it fell. The pain is especially pronounced as he himself has not recovered from the misfortune of the day. Walking was strong again with sticks and stepped on. This is to fight.

“Actually this thing can be finished if everyone gives cooperation. Mother you don't have to die either but you're all too stubborn!” saiful.

“You killed my parents, right? Now you want to kill me? What is your real purpose? What is my family's grudge against you?” about Zaki being shy. He did not want to look weak in front of them.

“There is no revenge. Only sometimes violence is necessary if people do not hear our word,” Saiful replied without guilt.

“Straight to the point! Where's the cube?” about Saiful firmly.

“What tube? I don't understand!”

“Hit him,” Saiful's direction without caring about the pain Zaki is experiencing.

They continued to pity Zaki for the sake of extracting secrets that were actually unknown to the young man. Zaki drooping withered. Blood is spewing from his mouth. His eyes could hardly be opened because of the bruises pounded.

“Where is that cube?” asak saiful again.

“I swear I don't know!”

“Hit him,” Saiful's direction once again.

ZAKI lay unconscious. His bones seemed to be cracked on display by Saiful's men. However, no information was obtained. Saiful snorted loudly, disappointed. He's pacing around like a dead man of reason.

“How now, sir? This kid doesn't know anything!” Mukhriz.

“Use the boy to kill Zahran so he can share information. Of course he doesn't want another relative killed!” answer Saiful.

After that, Zaki was left confined in a dark detention room with another prisoner. But his age may have advanced. He simply looked down and pondered that the weak body was lying on the floor. His eyes glanced at the group of criminals leaving. Rather than her musings as it could be interpreted, she had a feeling of resentment stirring in her heart. But stored unfruitfully in misery bears the burden of anger.

WHEN other people are lulled in dreams, there are still people who are awake at night staring at his computer screen. Runsing in the assertion of problems that have encircled themselves since.

Datuk Zahran has just been informed of Zaki's abduction through Natasha. A few hours later, Saiful himself contacted and informed about the circumstances of his kidnapped nephew.

The key board was pushed to the edge, he sat leaning back in the chair while releasing a heavy blow in the arch. All files and documents were opened but still did not find any answers. He was too sure that what the terrorists were asking for already belonged to them.

“If I had known this would happen, I would not have given the cube project to Fakhruddin,” complained Datyk Zahran.

COOLness of the night gripping the skin. Without a cloth to bandage the body, that is what all prisoners have to face when they shiver like almost paralyzed nerve veins. The sex alone was enough to make their souls languish throughout the deep, dark night.

On the dusty ground, Zaki tried to move his body slightly. His muscles are like twitching due to a punch that stuck to his body. He wakes up in pain.

“You're awake young man?”

Zaki looked towards the voice. It appears that a man of a dark age was sitting cross-legged on a cage seat. His eyes were sharp without a smile. His clothes are also tattered and shabby indicating that the man has long been cooped up here.

“Who's sister?” ask Zaki.

“I'm just an old man waiting to die. But you may call me, Fateh,” he replied.

“Sir Fateh, where are we going?” ask Zaki again lying down because he did not want to stand up.

“It's a land of blood! The place where man is separated from the outside world. Anyone who enters here has no hope of freedom. It can be said, nilah tomb for those who were captured here,” Fateh said with his voice pressed slightly with wide eyes. Zaki slightly wryly saw her reaction.

“Who is Saiful? What does he want?” asked Zaki with a ripple of anger. He hated the man who had ruined his happiness in the blink of an eye.

“They're Dark Militants, slave! They are vicious and cruel. Kill anyone who doesn't seem to be in line with them! All the crimes in the world they do without guilt. But, believe you that Saiful is just a doll aje? There's a mastermind behind this illegal establishment. Something big, far from ordinary human kudrat!” terang Fateh at length.

“They are cruel. Both of my parents were killed by them for no apparent reason! I hate them!” zaki said he confirmed Fateh's reality based on his experience.

Fateh smiled then said, “Slave do you want revenge for both of your parents?”

“If given a chance, of course I will destroy the Dark Militants!”

“Good. I love your spirit, slave! I'll help you get your revenge!” fateh.

Fateh got up and pressed on Zaki's nerves with his two fingers and Fateh grabbed Zaki's shoulder and wrist and licked them. Prak! I heard the sound of a broken bone. Fateh did the same to Zaki's feet. Only the LORD knows.

Zaki's body was shaken and Fateh pressed down on Zaki's acupuncture nerve points. Once again Zaki roared in pain, his fingers gripping and clawing at the ground with all his heart. In the latter process, Fateh holds Zaki's neck and is tilted to the right and to the left. Fateh's lagak is not unlike a physician or a doctor who efficiently searches the nervous points of his patients.

“Ouch! what does mr***do actually do? Night-night get free treatment?” whinek Zaki while squeaking his body.

Suddenly Zaki flinched. He was silent and confused. His eyes kept looking at Fateh.

“My pain is gone? Can my hands and feet move?” about Zaki, wonder.

“Rise. Dah it is time for us to escape from this place,” Fateh said firmly.

Zaki stood up easily. All the pain disappeared just like that. Fateh is definitely not an indiscriminate person.