Perverted : Terror!
Hit-and-run!

POV: Dito

"I'll finish this soon. Sooner or later. huffffttt.. Without Nindya, I'd be knocked out of here like shit." Inner Dito.

With a heart and determination that is already round. The handsome man immediately put on his trouser suit and shirt. He immediately rushed to the garage and sauntered away somewhere. No one knows for sure what's on Dito's mind right now. An ambitious man who will do everything he can to fulfill his ego.

The roar of the car was seen hunting through the streets that were quite quiet on Sunday. The man continued to pound his sports car with a raging heart. His hand continued to fiddle with his mobile phone as the square object lit up revealing a notification. The small smile was raised behind the corner of her lips. His eyes were too focused on the object until he did not realize a small body of a girl was crossing the road cheerfully.

"Yyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!"

Tinn...... Tinnn....

Srrkkkk... Cciii.. Bruuugggkkk....

"Bajing*n! What's that?!" Dito's grumble that just slammed the steering wheel until his luxury car hit the fence on the side of the road.

The man then immediately got out of his car and checked the situation around the calculated stretch. Lucky for him because the condition of the road is still quiet even though the day has begun to go by day. There was hardly anyone seen along the way.

"huffffffttt.it's good that there are no witnesses." said Dito.

The man's gaze was distorted at the figure of the injured little boy. It turns out that his small body was dragged until hit by the hardness of the asphalt. A glimpse of fresh blood leaking from behind the wound on his forehead. Dito knew it wasn't a fatal wound and wouldn't have killed the boy. Dito looked only for a moment at the little boy who seemed to be moving his fingers. Trying to ask for help, but dito still seems unmoved. Until that smile came.

At first the man seemed to not care. Even a small, heartbreaking moaning sound seems unable to make Dito pity. But the smile was even worse than it looked. The man deftly stuffed the victim into the trunk of a not-so-extensive car. The little eyes kept looking at the man. Eyes full of hope. Without knowing what and who he is facing right now.

The car is back on. This time Dito saw a big. His mouth did not stop whistling. Occasionally laughter is scattered from the sidelines of cigarette smoke that he inhaled.

"I'll get all my goals in a week." Dito said ambitious.

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"Mbok, let the goddess buy medicine." The Goddess pleaded.

"Simbok can be alone. Oh yes how is your brother now. So be a kangen." Sahut simbok Lastri began to remember the departure of gita to work a few weeks ago.

"The goddess is also kangen mbok. Must be gita there at home. Ma'am Gita is a tomboy so in fear of him. Hehehe." Goddess Chirps.

"Husshh you are.."

"Hehehehe how is mbok? Let me buy you some medicine for the symbols. Poor symbok tired. Dewi also wants to be a rich filial child mbak gita." Pinta the SD boy again pleaded.

"Yes, yes. yes, this is the money. Be careful, wi. Rame street. If you want to cross look left right first." Pinta symbok while gently stroking the tip of her son's hair.

"Ready mbok. I am big. Hehe." Goddess with her sweet smile.

"Yes, believe me. Symbok kids are all pinter-pinter."

With a carefree heart, the boy walked through the village that still looked lonely. Holidays like this are slower. Many people prefer to stay quiet and enjoy the holidays. Only a handful of people are still busy working in the fields or rice fields are still many in this village.

The location of the pharmacy at the end of the village did not also make the girl with curly hair feel heavy hearted. The departure of his brother half a month ago makes him now more helpful to his mother than playing with his peers. After a long walk, he arrived at his destination dispensary. The money that was brought was exchanged with some medicine for his mother.

Just a few tens of meters away, he saw a tree with some small red fruits hidden behind a thicket of bushes. He also innocently crossed the streets to pick some wild water guava. It's good to just stifle thirst, he thought. Suddenly from behind....

Tiiinnn.... Brrraaaaaaatkkk..

The little girl's body slammed hard on the asphalt. His head felt so painful. For a moment he was unable to move his body. It felt like a wet, slightly sticky forehead. On the street he lay for a moment unable to rise himself. Puddles of blood pouring profusely pooled under her tiny body. A moment of death was at the end of his tongue. His eyes were twitching. Her little hand kept tightly grasping the medicine plastic of her mother. Tears began to drip mixed with increasingly concentrated blood. Until a figure he did not know suddenly came and took him somewhere.

"Mhd.... Hikss.. hikks..."