Promises From the Past
Letterbox

After hearing the taunts about him from the puffer man, Soldier walked fearlessly next to the red-clothed man who was still enjoying the high alcoholic liquor in his glass.

"Hey old man, earlier I heard unpleasant words in my ears." Soldiers were brave enough to complain to him.

"Do you feel offended?, if it's true, then you still have self-consciousness."

"Sir Sir se....." The soldier stopped the comfort girl's words with his index finger.

Soldier smiled meaningfully with a headband, it showed the meaning that everything would be fine.

Soldiers took a drink from the man in the red suit, sat down next to him and leaned on his elbows.

"Sir who is it !?." Soldiers try to remember.

"Don't try to get into trouble with me." The reply.

"Ah!! . I know you, you're the one who always appears in flyers and banners that say "fight injustice'." Soldiers laughed as they remembered the face inside the banner.

"Do you think that's funny ?." Firmly disliking the attitude of the vagrant-faced man sat casually beside him.

"Ah sorry, I have often heard the campaign writing 'Fight injustice', 'Equivalence for all humans', 'Greening the earth, preventing global warming' or 'Need Fast funds ?.' that sounds like a funny fairy tale and I laugh..." Soldier said honestly and enjoyed drinking the water without alcohol.

Soldier put a glass on the table, held up his index finger in front of the man's nose in red ... "So, do you need to judge me, whether I'm homeless, homeless, a bum, a janitor, cleaning services, a taxi driver or even strong drug seals. I have pride, who knows, I'm actually a rich man who's disguised as a poor man." The soldiers gave a strong warning.

The man with the flower-patterned tie changed expression, he felt distressed by the look of the Soldier's eyes and immediately nodded quickly, his face pale in fear, feeling that the figure called Soldier was not a random person.

Where now there are many events that use the prank method, when the rich pretend to be poor, and it turns out to be really poor. Moreover, he was somewhere within the dark world of Boston, the headquarters of the Assassins, of course there was a possibility of being killed.

"Indeed, this Soldier Master is a rich man ?." The presenter became more polite to the Soldier.

"No, I'm just a janitor." He replied and left immediately after finishing a bottle full of white water from the table of the man in red.

Soldiers walked over to a bartender's desk, where a beautiful, reddish-brown woman was sitting quietly waiting for someone..."Sela, why are you calling me midnight like this, tomorrow I have a job."

Sela wore a thin gray dress with a shape that opened the front back, her back smooth white without blemishes, including a loose dress that displayed a deep abyss of her chest contempt.

Her eyes glanced sharp but wistful, beautiful lips twinkling red, and a sweet smile curling across her face, all the attractions that even a madman would instantly sane.

It fascinates anyone, no matter old or young, virgin or child of five, a glimpse of the eyes fixed on the sidelines, all the minds of everyone are gone

If Sela asked all of them to bark even once, as long as it could lick the white feet stored from behind her dress, it would not be able to refuse.

Flickering finger touch with red nail polish, gently stroking Soldier's cheeks gently...."You've been fighting for a long time."

When hearing the alto tone of voice from the sweet mouth of the sitting beautiful girl, everyone would only realize if the gap was a man, not a former man who changed professions into a woman, not really, not really, more precisely she is a transvestite.

Full name: Selamet Saefudin, Native Indonesian.

I don't know what happened, most likely due to wrong injection of the hormones estrogen and progesterone, making the man to be taken over.

If not for the clear 5-octave alto voice heard in Soldier's ear, he would immediately fall in love, just like the first time Soldier met with a sidelines.

"Do you think I have a lot of free time to come to this place every day."

"When you only need to actively carry out missions from the guild alone it is enough to make you rich. But why would you prefer a job as a cleaning service ?."

"I have a reason for that."

"I'm a little interested." Sela smiled charmingly.

"You don't have to find him, or I'll report him to Salma."

His attitude changed hearing of the Army's threat..."All right, I'm just kidding."

Sela is just a manager to oversee the 'Alba Dorata' club in this branch of Boston. While the Club and the guild 'Alba Dorata' are under the ownership of the Cortez family, one of the large mafia families from Italy who founded the association of assassins, the Assassins.

And Salma herself is the wife of the head of the Cortez family, so she is the one who manages the business in all branches of the Club 'Alba Dorata'.

So when Soldier threatened Sela on behalf of Salma he immediately frightened and gave up not to bring up the personal problems of the Soldier.

"This letter is a message from Miss Salma."

"Do you open it." Ask Soldier.

"Don't be crazy, I still need a job in this place, if Miss Salma knows I saw the contents of her letter, I could be dumped and become a vagabond."

It was clearly still better, because in the Assassin world, the people who betrayed their group or leaked the guild secrets, would all be killed and their bodies wiped out.

"It's good that you understand."

Soldier took the letter given by Sela and read it with a happy smile, without the need to save, Soldier immediately burned the letter so that it is not known by others.

This is indeed used by Assassins to get rid of evidence of all forms of transactions or secret messages so that others do not know.

"Until now, I was wondering what your relationship was with Mrs Salma and you got special treatment."

"Hmmm you could say I'm his son-in-law's candidate." Answer Soldier.

Sela laughed with satisfaction ... "You're kidding me, how is it that people like you are part of the Cortez family."

But for a moment the interrupted laughter came to a halt, when he saw the eyes of Soldier .... "You're serious."

"Oh, maybe win I'm joking." Soldier smiled to himself.

"You're playing me." Sela said annoyed.

Soldiers do not hate this one creature, because Sela quite a lot help Soldiers in America. From starting to find a place to live, fake an identity, look for the job he wants and also provide financial assistance if he runs out of money before payday.

But it was true what Sela said, if she was active as an Assassin in the guild, of course all financial problems would be resolved. Even so, the purpose of soldiers in Boston is not just to make money.