The Plan Of Masked Man
The red jago

But unnoticed by the two opposite sex, on the opposite table with a distance of one seat behind them there is a figure that is clenching both hands until the nails whiten. The figure was still silent and listened without a single move, letting a secret approach his life that was still incomplete.

"You're guilty too, no one will let me escape. Karma applies to you." Inner figure it out and leave the cafe with a plan that has come to his mind.

Nearly an hour later both the opposite sex out of the cafe and entered the taxi parked in front of the cafe, the taxi left the cafe at standard speed. The twenty-minute journey ended by entering a residential neighborhood that was quite quiet and not dense but clearly visible it was an upper middle class settlement.

The taxi just got to the front of the house and left after its passengers got out of the car, clearly visible fear and uneasiness from the motion of the woman who dropped her house keys. After looking around, the woman finally entered the house and immediately closed the door without waiting for long.

"I have to what now? It felt like someone was watching me." muttered the woman while letting the shower cool her body heat.

Time passed until the afternoon changed the night making someone who from the beginning lurked in the car stretch both his arm muscles and open the dashboard of the car containing a weapon and a mask. Behind the driver's seat is a coat that is used to be his spare clothes, after ensuring the situation is safe.

Her footsteps got out of her black car and approached the house that remained dark in its courtyard section, seeming to her the owner of the house was forgotten or preoccupied with anything else inside. This time her arrival was without a mature plan as shocking news came to her ears while relaxing making her blood boil mercilessly.

Geck.. Geck.. Geck..

Geck.. Geck.. Geck..

"Yes a minute." cried someone from inside.

Chequek..

Seen the woman came out of the house with the face of a pillow and frown but did not find anyone, finally the woman went back into the house and locked the door.

Geck.. Geck.. Geck..

Chequek...

"Who are the fad nights, be careful when you meet." lamented the woman after coming out and seeing anyone.

This time the woman turned to face the door but there was a feeling that made her heart pound loudly, the heart intent wanting to turn around again to see what was behind her. But an object stuck right behind his head and a voice that could be considered a command made his body shake and freeze until the thrust of the object in his head awakened his empty soul.

"Road! Or this bullet went through your head." someone's orders behind it.

Without a word to say, the woman walked into her house again and deftly the person behind her instantly closed the door and locked her without excuse.

Bruug....

"Aauw." the woman's whimper was immediately pushed to kiss the white ceramic floor of her house.

"Sttt." said the man by putting his index finger in front of the mask.

"Let's start calculating your crime, it's true the mistake you planted" said the masked man, pulling another wooden chair in front of the woman.

"The side of Daniel Diningrat or known as the Hutomo Side, a beautiful name and a strong clan. Does love blind you? Do you really have a heart? " the masked man said by reading a report from his subordinates inside his cell phone.

"Who did you take my girl's life for? Aland Hutomo your niece or your one-night husband?" say the masked man again.

Silent....

"Hahaha I forgot this." cheered the masked man and pulled the duct tape at will.

Sreeet... Aaauws...

"Say! For whom did you take my girl's life? " ask the masked man with a grip on Sisi's chin with all his might.

It was clear that the face had become red withstanding the pain of the masked man's grip in front of him, there was a mouthful of salt water that started flowing in the corner of his eyes. But he really did not understand the direction of the conversation in front of him and with his eye gesture hoped that the masked person understood his innocence or knew what the masked man meant.

"Asma" said the masked man firmly but his sharp eyes were fixed on the eyes of the woman in front of him.

Right on target, that one name is able to make Sisi's eyes bulge and dim in seconds. It was clearly a regret and fear that could not be denied, making the masked person release the grip of his hand and return to sit on the chair with a challenging gaze.

"Iuu did not mean to. "said Sisi and lowered his head.

"Repeat? " say the masked man with his gun.

"Did your heart die? Rangg@t! Women like you don't deserve to live!" snapped the masked man by pressing his firearm on Sisi's neck.

"I wanted the girl to leave the territory and forget her demands but I didn't expect the girl to choose to end her life" Sisi said, closing her eyes.

The shadow of the memory of that fateful day can never be forgotten by her, but about her encounter with Asthma only in the know by three people only. But whoever the person behind such a mask knows for sure how that fateful day could have happened and defending himself will not change the fact that the cause of the girl ending her life is also there intervention from a Side.

Doorrs... Doorrs...

"Enjoy the rest of your breath! " masked the masked man and went to the kitchen to get what he needed.

Seen a jerry can on his hands that use gloves, casually splash the contents of the jerry can into all directions and glance at all corners of the room. After all was done, her footsteps left the house and locked her and a match was thrown through the ventilation above the door.

Within seconds, black smoke began to come out of the window, which was covered with an orange color that began to light up, while the masked figure re-entered his car and stared with a smile at the house that now began to fall asleep the red hero. Without removing her mask and coat, her car drove off the scene and proceeded to the next plan.

While inside the house was seen a resigned face with the pain in both legs, there was no intention to fight for his life again. And the shadow of that fateful day became a complement to the misty suction of air that increasingly stifled his chest, like the flames that surrounded his stage into a charade.