Execution Island
Single-minded

Single-minded

The plontos-headed man smirked creepily as he watched his opponent get cornered. This man was very confident that he could immediately finish off the young man before him. With anger controlling him. He continued to strike slashing and read out blindly.

     "Campus you !" Hardiknya while slashing a machete right on the stomach of his opponent. Toni reflexes avoid by jumping to the right. The anger of the man with the head of the plontos became more and more when his sharp weapon stuck so deep on the bark of the tree trunk banyan. As powerful as he pulled it, but to no avail.

     "Basic fucking cleaver !" His grunt. The opportunity was not wasted by Toni. As fast as lightning he hit a fist that landed right on the face of the man plontos until staggered. So hard hit Toni, to make his opponent stagger and away from the machete that is still stuck in the trunk of the banyan tree. On his cheek looks bruised by Toni's punch. Now they are the same - empty hands. 

     BUUGGH....

For the second time the plontos man complained in pain when Toni's right leg kick hit his stomach. The young man continued to launch punches and kicks - tubi. The condition makes the position of his opponent depressed, and only able to protect the body as much as possible.

     "Who told you to ?" Ask Toni out loud. With anger that could not be contained anymore, he wanted to extract more information. But his opponent flinching. Ignore the young man's question.

     "Cuiiihhhhh.. Just go to hell!" Maki the guy with the head plontos. With a pinched position, he could still throw a punch. As fast as lightning Toni dodged by tilting her body. Simultaneously, his hand repelled the incoming blow and immediately launched a counterattack. His left hand pressed the man's head forward. While from the front, the fist fist of his right hand repeatedly landed right on his opponent's face. 

Just in a moment, the face of the plontos-headed man was battered. His eyes were red and his temple was bleeding. His nose was broken and his lips were broken. Blood also dripped from between her lips. 

     "I ask again. Who told you to !" Hardik Toni blaring. He ignored the vehicles that were slowing down because they watched them fight. The sound of horn honking each other sahutan give a code so that the vehicle in front immediately runs. The man with the head of the plontos is still tight-lipped. Now he fell with a face full of blood. While Riko was still watching from a distance.

     "Well, if you're still tight-lipped. Don't blame me if your fingers are reduced !" Toni exclaimed with anger that still controlled her. He picked up a dagger tucked into his waist. And now prepare to release his dagger into the finger of the right hand of the man with the head of plontos. But his movement stopped.

    "Okay... stop" said the man with the head of plontos while putting his hands on his head with the intention of begging for mercy.

     "Quick say... !" Suck Toni with emotion. Without realizing it, a group of people had gathered and asked each other about what was going on.

     "We were told to Jhoni."

     "Where is he?!" Ask Toni again."

     "I don't know where he lives. We're just communicating via cellphone."

     "Where was my sister taken?! "

     "I swear, I don't know. Let me go" replied the plontos-headed man with a fondling. Blood was still dripping from a few spots on his face. The crowd that had gathered, suddenly dispersed when from a distance the sound of sirens roared breaking the density of the streets.

     "Quickly we leave this place bang !" Riko looked panicked. Half-run, he immediately approached his friend.

     "okay !"

The sound of the siren was getting closer and deafening. Rushing Toni approached his motorcycle and immediately left the place. From the piggy bank, Riko witnessed several officers evacuate the body of the man whose neck was almost severed.

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Toni decided to go home that night. Likewise with Riko, because the second house is only a few dozen meters away. Accompanied by his parents, Toni was busy watching his favorite show on television. Sometimes they get involved in conversations. From the relaxed nature to the serious, such as the news of Typhoon and Arif.

     "This drops in your wound" said Ms. Wati. In his hand was tucked a red medicine. Toni got what her mother brought.

     "Let me just, raise your sleeves" said his mother again. Slowly the red liquid fell soaking up the five-centimeter-long scratches on his son's arm. Then switch to the leg which also has a wound due to the slash of a machete. While the father only smiled when his son complained because of pain.

     "You've been fighting, Ton ?" Ask Mr. Sholeh still with a smile. His son's face looked exhausted. Wati's mother who also looked at her son's face, clearly visible worry on her face.

     "Yes sir."

     "Tell me to father."

     "Does it have anything to do with the disappearance of your sister, Ton...?" 

     "The two kidnappers escaped, Ton?" Cecar Mr. Sholeh regretted, looked at his son's face waiting for an answer.

     "Rubber sir. But at least we already know that Typhoon and other abductees are not being held captive in this city" Toni replied calmly. 

     "Actually, Toni has managed to force the two kidnappers to say the place of captivity of the children they kidnapped."

     "Keep...!"

     "That's the problem sir, ma'am.. " 

    "What do you mean, Ton ?" 

     "That Toni meant, the two men were insistent on not telling the whereabouts of the abductees. Including Typhoon and Arif."

Ibu Wati and Pak Sholeh mangosteen signs understand. Soon after, Ibu Wati left her son and husband to the kitchen.

     "You must be more careful, son" said Mr. Sholeh. His face implied concern about the fate of his son, Typhoon.

He did not want to lose another child. 

     "This, drunk, Ton.., sir." said Ms. Wati while putting two cups of black coffee in front of the two. Not waiting long, both father and son immediately tasted the distinctive flavorful drink.

     "After what are your plans, Ton ?" ask the mother with a curious face. He sat down next to Tony. Both of his hands refused to release the plastic tray that was now in his arms. Toni thought for a moment before answering.

     "Yes Ton. What are you gonna do to find your sister ?" Not yet Toni answered, a question from his father came back. The young man looked at the faces of his parents. It is clear that murat - the anxiety between the faces of both. 

     "For now, Toni has no plans. But father and mother need not worry, Toni will do anything to find the Typhoon" replied Toni slowly and slightly stuck in the throat. Slowly he rubbed his wet eyes. 

     "If Toni is unable to find and save Typhoon, it means Toni is a useless child." 

Say again. This time his words trembled signifying the turmoil that was within him. While both eyes get wet and can not be closed - cover again. Both of his parents witnessed something that rarely happened. Maybe ten years ago they saw their first child last cry.

     "Don't be smart if it's like that, son. Not good" said the wise father. His hands patted the child's shoulders, encouraging.

     "Yes Toni. It's not good to talk that way. Our job is to try and pray. The problem of results, we fully submit to God. The Owner of the Universe." 

Said the mother who could comfort her a little. Then grabbed the head of the child so that it can be held. Toni could only go silent holding back the cries in the arms of her beloved mother.

     "Any typhoon can't be found. Mom and Dad are happy Ton. That means it's the determination of the substance that holds our soul, God." Said the father adding. Suddenly, the sentence made Toni more soluble in sadness. The shadow of Typhoon's face ran in his memory.

As a brother, he loved his sister very much. Although not infrequently the two have different opinions that make them not reprimanded each other. Even a few times physical. If so, Toni took the initiative to give up.

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Meanwhile, far north of the capital Jakarta. On an island that is not widely known by the public. Be it fishermen or government officials. Two teenagers were laying down their bodies in a remote cave at the end of the island.  

The two spent the night chatting. The scars are still clearly visible on both the face and body. Not far from their position were small bonfires. Although not large, but at least this bonfire is able to repel the cold and forest insect bites.

     "What's your wound, Rif ?" AskAir . Both are now lying on leaves and reeds - reeds that are dry. 

     "It's better, Pan" replied Arif. His hand felt the marks - the marks of punches all over his body.

      "You alone, how about ?"

     "Sama Rifs. Lukaku has improved too" replied the Typhoon. Circulated his gaze outside the cave . All that looks is darkness. These two teenagers were very grateful to find a cave that they could occupy. Besides being able to take shelter from the heat and rain. They could also avoid the beasts. No less important, they can hide from the pursuit of Jhoni's men. Because the outside of the cave is hindered by the abundance of vines and shrubs.