I'm the Newspaper Seller
12. Run Faster

Instead of even getting the suitcase he will even be led to the hospital, that's even if someone sees it if not, yes, maybe Bastian will be thrown under the bridge after being exhausted in the round berluri with a blow at thugs work.

"Now we open what's in the suitcase!"

"Good."

"Fast open I can't wait to see what's in the suitcase!"

"I saw the old man coming out of the bank with a suitcase..."

From here Bastian could hear the voices of the two thugs who were still conversing they were seen guessing what the contents of the suitcase looked very memorable precious.

"Ah, shit turns out the suitcase was locked."

"Locked?"

Another thug stepped closer to the suitcase until Bastian from here could see if there was a key to the suitcase Bastian breathed in relief that the old man was smart too.

"If it's locked how can we get this suitcase?"

"Ah, then take the hammer we force open this suitcase. I can't wait to open it."

"Okay" he answered according to.

Bastian. He could see the figure of two thugs who stepped away while the one guarding the suitcase was now aloof while sitting his body on the chair.

"Have you got it?"

"Not yet!" his yell.

"I've been looking but haven't got a hammer. Where do you keep it?!!"

"Ah, when you don't see that on the table."

"Which one?!!"

The sound of screaming was heard as the man who was inside the room was trying to find a hammer.

"It's on the table."

"No, hurry up here if you don't believe you're looking for yourself!"

The man who was sitting on the chair was blabbering then with lazy steps he got up from his chair and stepped into the room trying to find his friend.

Regarding the hammer that they had been looking for since they could not see Bastian's free time quickly rise up and run towards the thugs' place. He stepped slowly until his heart felt like pounding twice as much as what happened earlier.

This time he did not run, but, he must challenge death now he really has been in the place where the two thugs he was chasing had been when he stepped his feet slowly as if this one leg was in heaven the other is in hell. The goal is just one run with the suitcase or he will get caught off guard and get into even more complicated trouble.

Bastian could hear the sound of two thugs still discussing where the hammer was.

When the distance between Bastian and the suitcase was very close, Bastian quickly grabbed the suitcase making the sound of a squeaking board where the suitcase was lying, making Bastian's life seem to float away.

"Who is that?" the sound of screaming from inside made Bastian quickly reach for the suitcase which managed to make him surprised.

He thought the suitcase was so light, but apparently it was so heavy as a rock lifted by Bastian.

With great difficulty Bastian immediately ran at the same time the two thugs saw him.

"Bas on a stupid kid!!!" he shouted while pointing.

Bastian turned his head to look at the two thugs who were looking at him with surprised gazes maybe they thought Bastian would not interfere anymore however, apparently Bastian was much braver than that. It seems to challenge death.

How does it feel to carry that suitcase? Hahaha, it felt like Bastian was laughing but could he laugh at something like this.

Now both knees feel pain is really very heavy even his whole body is now no longer heated but cooled. He really was in such a frightening atmosphere.

The picture of his Mama's face was as if depicted in the sky as he looked up trying to find air supply to fill his two lungs that seemed to be tired to breathe.

"Mama!!!" shouted Bastian who could not stand it anymore.

It felt like he wanted to go home hugging his mother tightly and say a farewell sentence. It seemed like his grave was in plain sight.

It was regretful that Bastian should not have had the good intention of helping the old man with this very heavy suitcase. I don't know what the contents of this suitcase are so heavy.

The bag of tissue that seemed to block the way made Bastian feel blocked by his steps. Bastian's smile was now emerging. Happiness he could no longer speak with words when he saw Joy who was in front there.

"Joy!!!" bastian shouted in a really loud voice.

Well, this fast run managed to make his voice seem really jarring making Joy who was on the side of the road waiting for the green light turned to look at Bastian.

"What if you do here? Not that this is not the place for you. You've been shared somewhere and what are you doing here!!!"

"It's too far for you to go!!!" shouted again.

"It's a long story, take this!" Bastian then without a second thought he threw away the tissues and newspapers on the streets making two types of merchandise that is always sold by Bastian was scattered on the paved streets.

Lightly is the burden that must be carried by Bastian to make his move now faster. Bastian stopped running and turned left and tried to find a hiding place until he finally decided to run and hide in the trash can.

Bastian doesn't care how that dumpster smells. He then stockpiled his body with some trash he found. Like an army trying to fool the enemy. Like an animal that wants to adapt to nature. Quickly this newspaper selling boy pecked in a garbage can with garbage that was so stinging to the senses of the reader. It was completely rotten however, instantly it also smelled as if it disappeared as he could hear the sound of two thugs who seemed to be looking for him.

"Where was he?"

"I see him passing by here."

"Basic fool. The kid might be there. Let's see!" the words of the conversation were heard and not long after the sound of steps was heard making Bastian breathe with relief.

Bastian rose up until the trash fell from his body making everyone turn to look at Bastian.

Bastian ran back to make people turn to look at him because there was some garbage stuck to his body parts even more so when he passed making everyone close their noses because of the pungent smell of the the garbage can that managed to contaminate Bastian's body.

For Bastian, it doesn't matter. All he thought about was what mattered was that he survived. They just didn't know what kind of trouble he had gone through like this.