EMBRACE YOU: Presence & Poison
Episode 42

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The shouting of these men made people even more panicked. There was a man near the door who dared to rebel

and he was hit by one of these criminals. I'm sure they've blocked anyone who wants to get inside this carriage.

Why did this happen to me? I mean why am I always in the middle of this kind of situation. moreover this tampering I have never heard of before, what is it with these people!!

The atmosphere was getting gripping, these criminals were dancing in front of people who were crying or just staring at them. Then I heard the sound of a child crying beside me. The little girl who had given me sweets cried sobbing in fear while the other children cried muffled little in the arms of their respective mothers. One of the mothers in front of him tried to calm the girl but could not.

One of the criminals approached the girl and put his gun on her head. I wanted to

screaming and hitting this guy, he already knew this little boy was scared but he was scaring him even more.

“STOP CRYING! YOU WANT TO BE SHOT DEAD?!”

“HUAAAA IBUU!!” This criminal seemed to lose his patience, he forced the girl to get out of his seat. The woman in front of the girl wanted to prevent her but other criminals held her down and threatened her with a gun.

“Shut up or you I throw out the train! WANT?”?

Because of fear this girl stopped crying and just sobbed little while shaking her head. The criminal suddenly glanced at me sharply, even though they were wearing black hats that almost covered part of his face but I could clearly see the person's face. Then the man pulled the girl to sit on the seat beside me that was empty.

“If she cries again, you will be shot!!” His threat to me somehow didn't scare me. I looked at him equally sharply.

“WHAT??? YOU DARE?!”

Cliics.

He pointed his 17th glock gun at me. In front of my forehead that makes people complain of shock and worry.

You fucking criminal!

He thought threateningly and furiously like this would solve the problem? He thinks with him pointing his gun he's gonna look cool?

My thoughts about maybe I'd get hurt if I looked back at him like this evaporated somewhere. I

really don't care about anything. I'm upset. Very upset. I was just about to stand up against him but the train we were riding stopped at a station.

Everyone reflexively waved to the windows where the people waiting for the carriage could look inside. And that kept these seven criminals busy threatening other passengers and leaving my seat.

People at the station were starting to get shocked and they were busy filming, quickly ordering those sitting by the window to close them in curtains.

Although my seat was next to the window, but I was not in a position on the side of the train facing directly to the station. But again I have to grit a little annoyed because the side of the row of seats I also have to close immediately.

Now the atmosphere is getting quiet and dark.

I glanced at this little girl sitting beside me. He had already stopped crying and subconsciously his hand was grasping my hand in fear. I held it back and rubbed it slowly.

Because it got a response from me, this girl is getting closer to me and her face is hidden in my sleeve. I smiled slightly and gently rubbed the top of his head. Move like this is very powerful when Bayu wants to calm me.

At a time like this I think about it. I wish he was right next to me. But should I think about it? I knew for a week that Bayu was trying to reach me every day, by text message or by phone, but I never responded.

I didn't give up my love for him, it was because I didn't want to get hurt and act like a coward. But in fact I avoided it and acted like a coward.

I realized that I was afraid of being hurt.

“I WILL SHOOT CHILDREN EVERY ONE HOUR IF YOU GUYS DO NOT MEET OUR REQUEST!!” The screams of the criminal broke my daydream about Bayu.

They were communicating over the phone with a police officer. I didn't really hear what she was asking for but hearing that she was going to shoot at these kids made my heart beat fast.

This little girl beside me was getting her arms tightened. I want to do something but I don't know what to do. Even now that I am sick, my voice is not heard.

I saw three of the criminals seeming to gather and whisper, not knowing what was planned. I prayed

it is in the heart that God will always protect us all, so that all these events do not become traumatized for us. So that we can be released quickly.

But seeing them planning something freaked me out. I feel like there's gonna be something bad

happen.

Not yet had I calmed down with what I was thinking, the criminals began to notice the little children who were in his mother's embrace. Could they start shooting?

For the next thirty minutes we were silent, waiting for no response from the government that would help

freed us. People in other carriages also appeared to be trying to see what was going on even though the door remained they were locked. I've guessed this train hasn't been on the road because of the train car hijacking incident.

Then from beside my window I heard the sound of car engines stopping, followed by these criminals starting to force one by one small children to stay away from their mothers.

The trouble started happening, though, these women cried asking for their children to be released but what happened was that this criminal put his gun on the side followed by a single shot gliding over the wall of the train as a warning so that all of us would not rebel.

The criminal who had previously looked at me forcibly pulled this little girl beside me. I was with

quickly held back and hugged her hoping that the evil man would not take her but my efforts were futile as the handle of her long-barreled gun hit me on the shoulder away and let go of my embrace.

“Once again you get in the way, I'll shoot!!” The threat sounded even more frightening when I heard the click of the sign that the gun was ready for use.

I could only stare at the passing of this little girl who was sitting beside me earlier, she was crying loudly

and the other kids too. They took it and gathered it to get out of the carriage through the sidelines separating this carriage and the other carriages.

I opened a little window curtain and saw two black cars were scattered there and one by one the children were forced in. The men in this carriage were about to fight back but again the criminals put their guns on and even one more shot went off hurting a passenger.

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