Midnight Foot Step
Chapter 16 - Not Getting Out

Dari and Siska moved backwards as Mr. Hasan stepped forward. However, soon their bodies hit the wall. Dari and Siska grew increasingly frightened, even more so when looking at the other figure present behind Mr. Hasan.

She is Bu Rima, the wife of Mr. Hasan who is also middle-aged. The two people walked over to Dari and Siska with sharp gazes. His breath seemed to hunt, to the point that his chest rose and fell rapidly.

"You are so presumptuous!"

Mr. Hasan's cries burst into the room, leaving Tari and Siska even more unwell.

"Who allowed you to come here? Huh!" snapped Mr. Hasan.

Dance and Siska bowed. Do not answer at length, say one word sorry they cannot.

"Basic brash! Your dirty feet don't deserve to step on this place!" Miss Rima also snapped. His eyes glared sharply towards Dari and Siska.

Unable to retreat, Tari and Siska inching. They continued to try to avoid Mr. Hasan and his wife who was getting closer.

"Whoever enters here without permission, then .. they will not be able to get out again!" mr. Hasan said with a loud laugh.

"Please forgive us!" say Dance with raucous. He had no other way but to beg for mercy.

"You guys are so sassy! Not worth forgiving!" sahut Pak Hasan with a harder clash.

Dance and Siska fell in the corner of the room. Since there was already no room for shuffling, they just hugged. He thought, congratulations or not are important together

In the midst of panic, Tari saw Pak Hasan's feet had stepped right in front of him. Dari ventured to look up. His intention was to seek compassion to be released from the room. However, he found a terrible sight. Mr. Hasan clasped a machete in his right hand.

"Lhhhhh!" So shocked, Dance immediately shouted.

Hearing Tari's cry, Siska turned her head and looked at her. Then, his eyes followed the direction of Dance's gaze.

Spontaneous, Siska soars. Her screams were shrill and more hysterical compared to Dance.

"Yell as much as you can, until you're dead out of sound!" said Mr. Hasan while lifting his bully.

Mr. Hasan laughed as he crouched down in front of Tari and Siska. Then, with his rough hands forced them to raise their faces.

"There's no point in me letting you go. Humans are presumptuous, your speech cannot be held. You ... and .. you will die!" Mr. Hasan spoke while playing his machete over the face of Tari and Siska.

Dance and Siska are not struggling. Although the end of the machete did not injure his skin, but the action reminded them of death.

A moment later, Tari and Siska closed in. They could not look at the fierce face of Mr. Hasan who continued to play the game. However, their cries did not subside. Tears continue to pour until they wet the neck and chest.

"Now, Mom!" sir Hasan's word to his wife.

"Good, sir."

Hearing that short conversation, Tari and Siska opened their eyes. It turned out that Mr. Hasan was standing. But, the golook still remained in his hands.

Dari had not had time to understand the situation, suddenly Bu Rima had already pulled her hand violently. Dance shouted, but ignored. Ms. Rima continued to drag him to get closer to the dusty chairs.

The same thing happened to Siska. He was forcibly pulled by Mr. Hasan, to the point that his wrist ached and ached. Then, he was violently thrown until his body fell under the chair.

Siska was crying. But, those two heartless humans just smiled cynically.

Dance and Siska curled up among the dust. They no longer want to because they believe it will be in vain. Better to maintain energy so as not to faint.

"Take this, sir!" said Bu Rima. He thrust out a roll of rope that had just been taken from between the seats.

After reaching for the rope, Mr. Hasan looked at Siska with a grin. Then, pull the rough hand of Siska and sit her on the chair.

"Sir, please let me go sir!" pinta Siska when Mr. Hasan started tying her up.

"Don't be chatty!" snapped Mr. Hasan.

Beside her, Dari was treated as well. Bu Rima forced her to sit on a chair and then tied her up tightly.