Please Let go of me
Chapter 11 - Plan

Zaid looked at the departure of his subordinates with a meaningful gaze, his back looking away, disappearing from sight. Before moving from that place, he glanced left and right, checking the situation around. He immediately covered his face back with a turban, and rushed away from the place. "It seems safe, may no one recognize me" he murmured miserably.

Another case with Saints who are still in the bathroom, he can not move the legs that feel stiff to move. Coupled with a body that was cold sweat, a face that was deathly pale. Again there was the sound of several feet passing through where he was hiding. "May they not come here" he kept his mind shut so as not to make a sound that could provoke the enemy. 

Saints heard the three soldiers were speaking an unknown Hebrew meaning, but one thing was captured, there was a tone of anger and resentment. He continued to wait for the atmosphere to safely return and immediately left the place with a frightened face. Frequently looking back, making sure that no Israeli soldiers had caught him. 

The hasty move made Saints unable to think clearly, until it accidentally hit the chest of a man's field. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it" he said without turning his head, fear enveloping his face.

"What's wrong? Why is your face so pale?" ask the man who was none other than Simon's commander who disguised himself as a Muslim man named Zaid. There was a streak of anxiety on his face, looking at the extremely frightened Saint.

"That's it, I saw three Israeli soldiers heading here. I'm so scared of kids, what if they slaughter that innocent kid?" Saints are very nervous, and scared. His whole body was trembling, his legs were sluggish to carry walking. 

Zaid was a little surprised, but it was fortunate that the woman before him did not see their interaction. "really? I've been going around and not seen them" he replied, trying to calm down, pretending he didn't know anything.

"But I saw them passing through this place."

Zaid smiled, visible from his narrowed eyes. "They don't bother, maybe just pass by. You'd better go back to the room" he said.

Suci nodded his head and rushed back to the bathroom to take ablution for accidentally bumping into Zaid who canceled his wudhunya. 

After the prayer, he was thinking of calling the name of God the creator, as a form of self-approach. He was very solemn in worship, begging for forgiveness and praying for all who were in that place. 

Suci went back to sleep after opening his face, laying his body on a bed that was only on a mat. Close your eyes and wait for tomorrow, and live normally. 

On the other hand, a puff of smoke that filled the room, floated into the air very beautifully. A cool man sucks and emits cigarette smoke, playing it when bored hit. "Huh, this is very interesting. The world is beautiful, "the monologue and the occasional sip of an alcoholic drink. 

The door opened very hard, kicked by someone else from outside the room. Immediately the oria turned off the cigarette and drew attention towards the perpetrator, the thin smile on her face making her look happy. "Welcome, Brother." 

The man did not reply, a sense of anger that he immediately vented to the rightful person. Zufar smacked the face of the slightly drunk handsome man, giving two raw bogeman on the face of the handsome man before him. "That's just the beginning, it's too bad you're attracting the owners of the shares in my company."

The man wiped away one corner of the lip that was spitting out fresh blood. "Suck!" his curse is upset.

"Don't forget who I am, I can easily bankrupt you" Zufar threatened. "Why can I have a useless sister like you!" 

"The blood doesn't scare me."

"Give me back my stock owner, you must know the nature of your older sister, Mirza." Zufar smiled cunningly and showed a flash containing company data in his hands. "This flash drive contains your company data, easily making you poor. I want tomorrow, the shareholders to return to my company." Smirk's smiling.

"I can't believe it, you must be lying to me."

Zufar smiled and displayed the important data in the flash, commenting on the thin smile on his face. "Tomorrow must recover, or you will accept the consequences." He hurried away from the place, exiting the room with a satisfied smile. "He's playing with the wrong guy." His mutter who could breathe a sigh of relief, soon he would set the schedule for departure to Palestine, greatly missing the Holy One who left just a few days.

Mirza throws a small glass of alcohol in any direction, until it becomes a small splinter. "You'll have to pay it a lot of money, wait for the date of the game." He smiled, although now his position is low, but still has an ace to fight if you need it in a desperate time.