MARRIED THIRTEEN WOMEN
Actionable Criminals
Today the air feels so stinging. The heat feels like it burns the skin. Time has not yet shown twelve o'clock. Maybe the heat is stinging, as a result of many people passing by to the many buildings whose roofs are not from precarious.
In one corner of a market, there appeared three women who still looked young and one woman who was no longer young, was sitting in front of a closed row of stalls. Their hands each hold a big glass of ice cendol to quench their thirst.
The three young women seemed very enthusiastic about enjoying a cold drink that they had never tasted before. In their home country, there is no such traditional drink. So they look happy when invited to buy it before they go home.
Not until thirty minutes, the ice cendol had been eaten. With the body feeling refreshed again, the four women began to move to the highway to find the angkot to go home.
There was no meaningful conversation between the four women. Even when they have taken public transportation, they are more silent until they reach their destination. No more than ten minutes, they had reached the compound where they lived.
As they began to step into the complex street, not far from them, there were three pairs of eyes watching their movements. The three men hid in the car and watched the three women they were looking for.
"It turns out to be true, they're the women we're looking for" said one of those who did recognize the face of the target's face.
"Then why don't we just move now, Jo? Mumpung no chance," proposed the head plontos.
"Don't! Let's watch the situation first. Run the car, we follow them!" bejo's Letah.
The four women who were walking towards the house did not realize there was a car following them. The heat of the sun makes them want to quickly get home. Simply walk for about five minutes, they have arrived at their destination. The four women immediately headed for the back door.
While the car that followed the women, chose to continue to walk through the house inhabited by women who were targeted by three men in the car. They deliberately took a straight path so as not to be suspected and also to wait for the right time to bring the woman even if only one of them.
Meanwhile, Jiwo and one of his wives were sitting in a food stall. They were taking a break while enjoying lunch.
This time Jiwo sales place is quite far from his village. Even so, the arrival of Jiwo like it has been awaited by the people of the village where the destination is trading. Maybe because Jiwo has not sold around in the area for long enough. In addition, Jiwo sells while bringing his wife. More people who already know Jiwo.
"After this, where are we going, Mister?" ask the wife who was given the nickname Aziza.
"Cock spit? Not late afternoon?"
"Now we are in a village that is far away from our village. We'll be home later in the afternoon."
Aziza looks mangosteen mangosteen. Then he sipped his iced tea which stayed half a glass. "According to Mister, the people who kidnapped us, will come again will not ya?"
"Yes, of course, they just want to be difficult to find the address of your existence. So now we have to hurry, so we don't go home last night."
"okay."
Jiwo and his wife immediately left the food stall.
Time slowly goes on. The afternoon almost greeted. At Jiwo's house, his wife and mother again relaxed in front of the television. The absence of activities makes them choose to watch television while learning the language of this country. Meanwhile, not far from Jiwo's house, a car was parked on an empty lot, which led to the detention area. The car containing Bejo and two colleagues was deliberately hiding in a quiet place so as not to be suspected by residents.
As they were seriously watching, their eyes saw the two women they were after coming out of the house. They smiled happily. Seeing the surrounding situation that was quite quiet, they hurried to start the car and slowly approached the two women who were looking carefree.
Of course, the two women were shocked when there was a car that stopped blocking their way. And they were even more shocked when they saw who got off the car.
"Hallo, Miss, do you remember us?"
The deg!
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