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Ezra's motorcade and some of his men, seem to be speeding up, splitting the road into what is thought to be, the location of Riska's detention.
They all seemed alert to the plan that had been discussed earlier. Given the various possibilities they would face in that exact.
This time Ezra took over the wheel, he did not want it until Keenan lost control due to a considerable distance.
Yes, it turns out the location of the man's mobile number, located in one of the mountains outside the city.
They even had to go through the distance up to several hours, to reach the place, plus a road field that they had never been through before.
Dusk was even in sight, when they had even just entered the city gate.
Keenan moved furiously, feeling impatient with the time as if it was going so slowly for him.
Until a short while later, they found an uphill and winding road, with dense forest barriers on its side.
The darker the day plus the less lighting, make them feel a little trouble driving.
"Damn it! Where exactly did he take my wife?" furious Keenan, when he felt he did not reach the destination.
"Patience, Ken. According to the GPS provided by Alvin, it's just a little while away we get there." Ezra tried to calm his sister.
Keenan looked at the older brother, he finally turned back, and looked straight ahead.
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Meanwhile, Riska tried to swipe the broken glass in her hand, at the knot of the bond. With a small ringing accompanying, as the shards sometimes scratched their own skin.
"O Allah, please help me" said Riska, with tears streaming down her face.
A constant heart beat and a feeling of uncertainty continue to accompany every prayer spoken in the heart, accompanying the effort he is doing now.
Sometimes, Riska was forced to stop when she heard footsteps or, the sound of people talking outside the room where she was held. Afraid that someone would come in and fight him, who was trying to escape.
For nearly half an hour the woman struggled with broken glass and rope in her hand, until she finally had to stop all her activities, when the sound of footsteps could be heard approaching the door.
As soon as possible, he tried to get up and block the drops of blood on the floor, with a thin blanket that was there. Lying on her side with her eyes tightly closed, as if she were asleep.
The hand behind him clenched tightly, covering the broken plate within his grasp.
The sound of the door opening, made Riska's body stiffen with an increasingly erratic heartbeat. He almost succeeded, broke the bond in his hand, and now it's threatened to fail, if he has to be caught.
O Lord, let them not know, Riska murmured in her heart.
The sound of footsteps approached him, making the sense of despair within him even greater. Even so, he still tried to calm his heart and breathing until he looked really asleep.
There was no other movement, after Riska felt the person standing before her. Until a while later the person came back outside, with no sentences or anything the two did there.
Riska opened her eyes, when she heard the door again closed tightly. He breathed a sigh of relief, as he did not see anyone there.
Who her? Looks like he's not Toni, Riska asked in her heart.
Riska smiled, despite the pain and throbbing, as a result of various scratches on her hands, due to her hasty movements, appearing to be spitting out quite a lot of blood.
He also saw the previous wound on his hand, which looked gaping, with blood continuously flowing. Unbind in the legs, with a winking look, looking for something that can stop coming that keeps seeping outwards.
His face now looks paler than before, with dizziness that began to hit. Maybe because of too much blood loss and energy, while from yesterday he did not even eat or drink at all.
Stand up and bite the bedsheet as a way for him to tear it apart, until it forms an elongated and small tear, similar to a rope.
He tied the wound to it, and gave first aid, without any P3K drugs or tools there.
After everything was done, he turned to look at a window, which was there. He then walked quickly to it.
As soon as Riska opened a covering cloth that blocked the glass window, she found that the day had even gone into the night, although she could still see the surroundings, with a faint look.
It seems, it is a house or villa, which is above the mountains, around it there are a lot of shady trees that look neatly arranged.
from there also he could see the flickering lights that were at the bottom, the mountains. Perhaps it was a nearby residential settlement, from that place.
Riska smiled, when she saw that all of that might not be too far from where she was right now. A wish to ask one of the citizens for help, re-burn his spirit to come out soon, before the day darkens, and will block his view.
His smile grew wider, when he realized, the window was without double safety. So easily he could open it.
Worth it, I was tied up so firmly, it turns out that this house has no other safety, Riska muttered in her heart.
Smiled happily, and began to step out of the room very carefully. His gaze circulated looking at the surroundings, making sure there were no guards there.
Up outside, the cold air immediately greeted his skin, making him wrinkle his body, a natural reflex to warm his body.
He then walked away from the building he was in. With feet that do not use a pedestal, Riksa began to enter the ranks of lush trees around there.
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Elsewhere, Toni entered Riska's confinement room, after she instructed some of her men to stand guard more strictly, and prepared a defense around the place, after getting instructions from her comrade.
His eyes widened, when he saw that the room was empty without Riska's presence there.
"Where, he?" frantic muttered Toni, while circulating her gaze.
He was increasingly surprised when he saw blood spots on the bed sheet, also on the floor. His gaze now turned on the window, after which the covering cloth seemed to flutter, buffeted by the wind from outside.
Walk quickly and reveal the cloth in a rough motion. He was surprised by the wide open window.
"Akh, shit! Why did I forget this window?" furious, punching the window support wood.
Walk up, out with a circular view, looking for the existence of Riska around there.
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