Valexa Deondria Magic Twins
Chapters. 62. Richie's escape
“What? Tita Tan to pick up Mama... (What? We'll pick up Mama).” Valexa said as she looked up at the face of the Papa.
“Udah no oyang dahat in cini... (There are no bad guys here already).” Valexa and Deondria voice simultaneously.
The car continued to go faster and higher because of the demand from Valexa and Deondria.
Along the way Valexa and Deondria seemed cheerful and sang Mama's singing Home with poems and songs that she created herself impromptu.
When Vadeo's phone in his shirt pocket rang back, Vadeo immediately picked up his phone. When viewed on her phone screen, Bang Bule's name contact was making a voice call. Vadeo immediately shifted the green button.
“Where to Bro?” bang Bule Vincent from behind Vadeo's phone.
“They don't want to be bothered you hear, right, they're singing. Her word is no longer a bad person here.” Vadeo said in a rather loud voice to be heard by Bang Bule across the road, because the singing voice of his two children was very loud in the car that was driving.
“You just wait try later if their mood is stable, now they are excited to welcome the arrival of the Mama.” Vadeo's voice again with still loud one of his hands closed one ear so that he could hear the sound of Bang Bule behind his phone.
“Okey Bro.. I wait ya.” Bang Bule said with a shout as well because he was also just a sluice to hear the voice of Vadeo who was defeated with the singing voice of his two nephews.
Meanwhile in the other hemisphere, in continental Europe. Richie is now in a small town old town away from the hustle and bustle of the glamour life of its citizens. Richie's already selling his car and he's headed to the small town by public transport, train.
“Sial ! I have to start from enol again.” Richie muttered while walking limping out of the station.
Richie will come to Patrick, one of his friends when he was a fellow criminal. Richie kept his friend's address in one small piece of paper and he put it in his wallet. Now he opened the little paper again.
“Hmmm I have never been in this city, use any transport, any phone I now do not have.” Richie murmured in his heart. Richie then asked the officer who was at the outermost door of the station.
When you get the transportation information that must be used to go to Patrick's home address, Richie then walked while limping to the bus stop across the street.
A few minutes later the bus that was heading to Patrick's home address arrived. Richie got on that bus. Richie received special service as a disabled passenger. Richie seemed to be sitting with a face expression looking thoughtful.
A few minutes later the bus stopped at a stop that Richie had to drop off at. Richie got off with the help of a bus attendant. After getting off the bus, Richie goes down the street to get to Patrick's home address.
Moments later an old house with the exact same number as the address on Richie's little paper.
“Hmmm finally met also.” Richie muttered inwardly while smiling.
Richie continued walking towards the old house. Richie was at the gate for a moment. The house with a spacious courtyard looked quiet and spooky, because there were many items of ancient goods that were not maintained.
Richie searches for the bell that is near the gate, and not long after he has found the bell he is looking for, with Richie pressing the bell button immediately.
A few minutes later a man appeared who was about to be in his forties. His face is covered in fur, Patrick is the man Richie is looking for.
“Haii Richie I did not expect the arrival of a big Boss.” Patrick's loud voice with a big smile and continued to step closer to the gate.
“Patrick help me, I'm a fugitive and I'm a poor man now.” Richie's voice was quiet as Patrick opened the door for himself. Richie then goes into the yard of Patrick's house and Patrick again closes the gate.
“I only have money from the sale of cars that I sell cheaply before my car is chased by the police.” Richie said as he walked beside Patrick.
“Please me yes, I will hide here first I think this city is safe for me.” Richie said when he was at Patrick's door.
Patrick just kept quiet and opened the door. Seen in Patrick's old house are many antique objects from many countries.
“You are now an antique collector?” richie asked as she spread her eyes inside Patrick's house.
“That's.” Patrick continued walking and let Richie sit on the chair.
“My house is open for you Rich please you hide here.” Said Patrick next while sitting his ass.
“Thank you.” Richie said, sitting on a wooden chair not far from Patrick.
“By the way how does the story tell you can be an antique collector?” richie asked as he looked at Patrick and then circulated his gaze again to see the antiques around where he was sitting.
“I am not a collector ha.. ha..” replied Patrick with a laugh and ignited fire on one cigar.
“That's all I'll make money.” Patrick says next and so on he sucks his cigars.
“Hah? Really?” ask Richie for certainty.
“Iya. After I got out of jail, I had trouble getting a job. Want to be a robber again is also difficult now tight bank security. Want to rob through on line I don't have the ability.” Patrick said with a smile.
“I'm finally a clean handyman in town. And one day I found an urn that was thrown away by its owner because of a crack. I take home my photos and I post them on my fb.” Patrick said again and then he fell silent and sucked his cigar again. Richie still kept staring at her waiting for the continuation of her story.
“A few days after someone called me, asking if the jar was still in my place. And a few days later he came to see that urn.” Said Patrick next
“And you know? He bought that expensive urn. And I was told to find the antiques he bought, and be like now.” Patrick said again with a big smile.
“Do you also steal items in the museum?” richie asked with a sly smile and twinkling eyes.
“Not Rich I have lived a good life, I now have a wife and soon I will be a father.” Patrick said in a serious tone and then he smiled happily because soon he will get a child at a young age.
“Where is your wife?” richie asked with an eye looking at the back of the house.
“For a while she lives in the apartment. According to him her word is not good pregnant stay among this antique objects ha... He believes in that mystical thing.” Patrick answered with a laugh.
“He's Asian, I know him because of the guy who bought the urn. I don't know maybe it's a lucky urn.” Patrick said with a happy smile.
“What bought your urn was Asian?” richie and Patrick asked, nodding their heads while sucking their cigars again.
“Can you introduce me to the person who bought your urn?” asked Richie he also wanted to be in the antique business. He also hopes to travel safely to Asia.
“I also want to try my luck in the world of your business that.” Richie said again with a smile.
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