Widows Complex
57. Hostage Lies

Her night.

Finish dinner and perform Isya prayers together. The son and Imelda sat for a while in the tv room together with Aluna, watching the broadcast of Aluna's beloved cartoon.

“Honey,” call Putra to lower his tone so as not to be heard by Aluna.

“Hem, your tumben called me by such a designation. Do you want to say something?” tanya Imelda slightly seduced by bringing her face closer to the face of the Son until their two eyes met each other.

“Know aja. Actually I want to ask permission to go out, briefly..aja!” sahut Putra asked permission.

“I'll let you out, origin.”.

“Origin?”

“Originally you go home in this body state, without new wounds,” continued Imelda seriously.

Not wanting to make Imelda anxious, the Son pinched Imelda's nose and said. “I promise!”

“Sick! Don't pinch again why,” protest Imelda rubbing soft nose bangir former pinch Putra.

The son did not answer, he showered Imelda with a kiss. Making Aluna was cool watching below directly moved from her seat and follow her to be kissed by the Son as well.

10 Minutes after giving kiss to Imelda and Aluna, the Son finally stopped his actions. He moved from his seat, dyed the foreheads of Imelda and Aluna alternately, then said goodbye.

“I'm going, yes!” pamit Putra to Imelda and Aluna.

“Daaa! Be careful yes, Om,” said Aluna replied to Putra's saying.

The son smiled, then stepped away leaving Aluna and Imelda.

Wearing a shirt and shorts and a leather jacket, Putra stepped out of the house to his car parked in the yard.

While calling Dynamic, Putra drove his car out of the gate of the house.

📲 [“I'm out. You guys get ready!”] the Son's command glared straight at the highway looking not too crowded that night.

📲 [“Fruit from target already arrived. But, we have not been able to see where the old man is.”] Dynamic said as he continued to see all the enemy's movements from his binoculars.

📲 [“Alright! You have to be careful, within 30 minutes I will get there.”] said Putra and ended his phone call.

The son drove his car at high speed to get to his destination before 30 minutes.

Meanwhile in one of the unused warehouses, from a distance of 100 meters Dynamic continues to monitor through binoculars all the movements of the men's men.

“Bos, it looks like something is not right,” said one of Dynamic's men.

“What do you mean?” tanya Dynamic stopped looking from her binoculars, turning to her men standing behind her.

“It looks like the one who came was just his men,” said Dynamic's men while bringing himself closer to Dynamic holding out small binoculars with infrared. “Try the boss see in the car like there is a girl and her whole body in the bomb pairs,” continued his men told.

With an annoyed face Dynamic snatched binoculars from the hands of his men, looking clearly at the black windowed Kijang car.

“Brengse*k!” as Dynamic moved from his seat, his hands clenched tightly to the small binoculars belonging to his members.

“We should tell the boss Putra to be careful because it seems they already know us,” proposed the men again.

Dynamic stared one by one the panicked faces of his men.

“Say which of you is a traitor in MY WORK!” dynamic cried out loudly until his saliva gushed out.

All the men looked down, their faces looked terrified.

Dynamic slowly approached his men, standing face to face with a gloomy face.

“Alright, I won't ask you again. Maybe I am the one who has been negligent in carrying out my current mission,” Dynamic said intentionally.

“I'll call Putra, and you'll be ready soon. Don't forget to tell the bomb disposal team to arrive within 30 minutes, otherwise. Tell them I'll cut off their necks!” dynamic command is firm.

“Good boss!” sahut his men simultaneously.

Dynamic also came out of the warehouse. Contacting Son. However, Putra never picked up his phone call, and it turns out that Putra's car has stopped in front of the enemy car.

“Stupid time is indeed, this Son. Not in my phone. Uh! Try me one more time,” grumbled Dynamic called Putra again, while hiding in another warehouse.

5 Minutes of waiting, after Son is seen coming out of the car. The son is seen picking up his phone call.

📲 [“What's up? I have reached this.”] said the Son whispered a little.

📲 [“Know I know. The most important thing right now is that I want to say that in the car there is a hostage, you have to be careful because this man has planned something for you.”]

📲 [“I understand.”] sahut Putra directly turn off Dynamic phone calls.

“Iiiss...stupid times indeed anyway, This son!” dynamic grunts after Putra turns off a phone call from him.

The son stepped slowly, and came to a halt in front of his car.

“EKHEM!” dehem Putra intentionally.

All the enemies guarding around the car Kijang immediately turned the direction of its establishment following the direction of the voice of the Son.

“Have come?” ask the wrong enemy wearing a scuba mask.

“Where is your Boss?” The son asked back.

Instead of answering, they all laughed. Satisfied already laughing, one of them took a woman out of the car Kijang.

“Why do you have to take hostages?” ask the Son with his face.

“Many ask!” shouted one of them while hugging the woman and pointing a gun.

The son did not say another word, he only saw the bomb on the front of the woman.

‘It turns out just a toy bomb,’ Inner Son after realizing if the bomb attached to the woman's body was a toy.

Son turned body. “Sorry, I'm not interested in what you're doing. I came here only to—” the Son's greeting came to a halt when the woman as a hostage had suddenly stood behind the Son, pointing her weapon at the Son's body part.

“We've waited long enough for a little boy like you here,” chirps the woman while pulling the trigger.

The son turned his stance, facing the woman, leaving the tip of the woman's weapon against his forehead.

“You should have allowed me to feel sorry for you because I thought that you were their hostage. If you've flown a gun like this. So, my pity for you instantly disappears,” said the Son with their two eyeballs meeting each other.

“Oh yes. Before I take this bullet out of place. You better listen to the conditions I have to give you, so you can survive this bullet,” said the woman.

“Tell me,” says Son with his flat face.

“You must leave Imelda, and kill the little girl!”

Instead of being afraid, Putra laughed out loud, making all the enemies, Dynamic, and his men surprised.

“Truly crazy I think this young boss,” Dynamic murmured still staring at the movements of the Son from his mini binoculars.

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