So the Prisoner of Galak Thugs
4. Not Want to Talk

The new headland could open its eyes again when the medicinal effects on its body were gone. The young man realized he could not move much, so all Tanjung did was turn his head around.

His eyes found the girl—Cape forgot her name—lying on the floor just like that.

It's hard-to-understand. It seems he lives alone, only has one small mattress, does not even have AC, but even had time to help people.

If the Cape was him and he was the Cape, he would have just left someone lying dead. No, not his business.

Tanjung's memories twisted once again the events of that night. Although living in a world that forced him to be iron-handed, that night was the worst night. He lost until he almost died because of it.

Tanjung should immediately contact his men. But for a while, Tanjung did not want to appear. He needs rest.

"Devents."

Head Tanjung turned her head, hearing the girl delirious faintly.

"home." The girl looked cold. "Gue's scared."

Tanjung can estimate who this girl is.

What is clear is that he is still young, maybe only early twenty or even nineteen years old. Not a college boy, because he dared to help strangers but no one was disturbed, meaning he also had no family.

People like him are a lot in the narrow alleys.

The difference is, he helped Cape. Not pretending not to know.

...*...

Ever wake up in the morning and hate to wake up again?

Suri means, life is a blessing, but sometimes he hopes life does not exist.

His body was tired, but again had to wake up, staring at the date is still black alias not a holiday alias must work.

So tired, sometimes Suri hopes he marries wealthy grandparents who can take off as much as possible.

"Wake up?" Suri sucked deeply into the cigarette between her lips, before pulling it aside. "How's your stomach?"

Quiescent.

No more answers.

This guy won't talk, Dad?

Suri snorted in annoyance, but decided not to force. He picked up the cigarette again, restarted it while starting to move the food to the plate.

There was secretly a feeling of tightness in his chest. Perhaps because he was too tired, Suri remembered things that he should not have remembered.

Let's not stress.

He always smokes every stress and Suri has given himself a rule that cigarettes should only be purchased once a month.

"What's your name?" Suddenly, the voice sounded.

Diverting Suri from daydreams sucks her.

His voice was blaring, Suri thought spontaneously. "Suri. Surian. Lo's name?"

"...."

He asked, but was silent.

Suri snorted bitterly, sat down at his dining table and started eating while glancing at the clock. He had to get up very early just to eat, and now he's almost at work.

For God's sake, when did this exhausting routine end?

Complaining was also useless, so Suri hurried to eat, rushed to take a shower, hurriedly changed clothes, then hurriedly put on shoes.

"Gue back may be one or two o'clock mallem." Suri also had to replace the infusion. Arrange the drops so they don't dry before they come back. "The doctor said you can't get up for a few days. The same, eating cannot. No need to go anywhere."

Just as Suri was about to turn around, the man was occupying himself, contrary to Suri's words.

"Eh, uh. Don't just."

But he kept waking up, forcing himself to stand up.

...*...