PRETTY GHOSTS
Successfully
"Bro, look at our prisoner, bro. Once he's conscious," one of the criminals told his other partner. They were talking while enjoying an alcoholic drink. Perhaps it was because they were used to consuming such drinks, so they were already immune and did not look drunk at all, despite the two bottles they had finished their contents.
"Alright," the fellow who had been given the command immediately rose up lazily. The smell of alcohol really rattled in the body of the person and the two other colleagues. The smell is quite pungent and makes dizzy for those who do not like the smell of the drink. With a slight shunt, the man stepped towards the space close to the kitchen, where the woman they were sandra was.
"Detainee escaped!" shouted the man in a loud voice. Of course his screams left his two comrades shocked and they immediately rose up following the man who was currently standing in the doorway of the room, where Sandra was being held. "The woman does not exist!"
"Damn!" curse the villain in a blue jacket when he sees a room that has no occupants. "Aren't we just a little bit too tight?"
"Yes, maybe he's not far. We have to move fast, find that woman until we meet. I'm sure, he definitely doesn't memorize this area," said the criminal wearing a black T-shirt of course directly approved by his two colleagues. They immediately moved without a second thought.
Meanwhile, the woman they kidnapped, upon hearing the screams of the kidnappers, immediately ran towards the gate. Luckily the men did not lock the gates, not even close them tightly. The kidnappers had high gates and they rented a full house. Maybe so they can do anything, including kidnapping so they rent one whole house.
Overly panicked and scared, the woman ran away and she didn't realize she was actually being directed by the ghosts to take a step towards Ozil's place. It was not too far away, just past a few twists, the lady named Zhang, was already almost at the front of the gate where Ozil was.
At that time, Cempaka opened the gate that the key had been loosened by Ozil. The other ghosts directed Zhang to go inside and hide there. Coincidentally, shortly after Zhang entered, the woman heard the yelling of the man who asked her partner to split up. Zhang just looked for a place to hide and he chose a security guard post that happened to be near him.
As soon as Zhang had gone into hiding, Cempaka again closed the gate and locked it tightly. For a while Zhang was safe. Even as the criminals were passing by, they did not realize that Zhang was inside the building they were passing by.
"Ozil hasn't slept yet?" rose asked as soon as the ghosts gathered around Zhang's hideout. "Pity that woman if she's here all night."
"How does he go?" ask the rose again.
"Yes, we're gonna keep him here. It's very late and could be dangerous if he leaves here" Cempaka said.
"Right," Melati chimed in. "If he can escape from the villain, fearing that there will be other criminals later. What's more he doesn't know which area he's in right now. Every morning, Bang Ozil wakes up."
The hantupun finally agreed with the proposal of Cempaka and Melati. As for the woman named Zhang, once she felt safe, she came out of hiding. Zhang stepped towards the gate with a wary look. "How can it not be opened? Did I lock it?" zhang muttered as he tried to open the gate.
Not a minute later, Zhang gave up on opening the gate. His eyes looked around the front of the building and the place looked very quiet. Then Zhang turned to look at the building where Zhang was hiding. Zhang read the board on the left. "Anindita Wedding, I think I know this place? But why did I arrive here? Who're they?"
Again various questions came to the woman's mind. Right now Zhang really cannot do anything because he does not hold a cell phone or something he can use to contact his family. Zhang sat back at the security guard post.
"Is there no one in this place?" he murmured again. "it seems like tonight I have to spend the night here? Yes, whatever, how else. Nothing, help either," Zhang finally resigned.
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