"Why, old man? Like you're really surprised to hear that? Do you know my mother, old man?" asked Brandon."Since when does your mother work in that brothel, young man?" asked Mr. Badri back. "How would I know! You haven't answered my question, old man! Did my mother have anything to do with the murder of your son and wife, old man?" Brandon replied, asking the same question.Mr. Badri furrowed his brow, as if remembering something."I don't know! As I recall, there was no woman present when my wife and son were killed," Mr. Badri replied. "So, my mother wasn't on the list of people you were going to avenge, old man?" Brandon asked for confirmation."Yes! Besides, I don't know your mother, young man!" replied Mr. Badri."Do you have a full name, old man?" asked Brandon again."Why do you want to know my name? Don't you want to know my name, young man? After all, I've told you my name before," Mr. Badri asked back. "Don't start, old man! I'm being serious, you're being evasive. I for
"I don't know, Grace! Do you have any crazy ideas, Grace?" Aldo asked back."Damn you, Aldo! At a time like this, you're asking me for ideas. Either we get out of the way, or we pretend to stop," Mrs. Grace replied."You're not giving me a choice, Grace?" asked Aldo with an annoyed snort."So, what are you going to do Aldo? Do we stop and wait for their reaction?" asked Mrs. Grace.Aldo didn't answer Mistress Grace's question, he accelerated his car, so that the car behind him would be left behind. Unfortunately, Aldo felt something wrong with his brakes. Aldo began to look panicked, until Mrs. Grace was surprised to see the change in Aldo's face."What's wrong, Aldo? Do you look anxious? Are you afraid of the people following us?" asked Mrs. Grace.Again, Aldo didn't answer her question. He was trying to figure out how to control the speed of his car."Aldo, what's wrong?" asked Mrs. Grace in a high tone."Shit! Someone sabotaged my brakes!" replied Aldo.Hearing Aldo explanation, M
"What's wrong, Aldo? Are you still able to walk?" asked Mrs. Grace. "We'd better take the path, Grace! It's too risky to walk on the highway," Aldo replied.Mrs. Grace complied with Aldo's request to walk on the path.Just as they were about to turn back onto the path, a Rolls-Royce passed them from the opposite direction. The car suddenly stopped not far from them.Aldo and Mrs. Grace exchanged glances and wondered."Aldo, it looks like the car stopped behind us," Mrs. Grace said."Relax, we'll wait for the reaction!" replied Aldo.The Rolls-Royce approached them in reverse."Oh my! He's coming, Aldo!" whispered Mrs. Grace."Don't look back, Grace! Let's just wait for his reaction," replied Aldo, who continued to walk beside Mrs. Grace.The Rolls-Royce passed them and stopped in front of them.The person in the back seat opened the window slightly as he continued to observe Aldo and Mrs. Grace."What's wrong, sir?" the Rolls-Royce driver asked."I think I recognize that woman, Beno!
"Grace, won't you answer the phone?" asked Mr. Ibra, when he saw that she had an incoming call on her cell phone.Madame Grace was taken aback and turned her back on Mr. Ibra while glaring at Aldo. This time Aldo didn't understand Mrs. Grace's gesture.Madame Grace snorted in annoyance as Aldo did not respond to her gesture.Mrs. Grace turned her body back to face Mr. Ibra, then said,"Oiya, I'll stay for a while!"Mrs. Grace pretended to answer the call, putting the phone to her ear. Mrs. Grace deliberately moved away from Mr. Ibra and Aldo, so as not to be seen not receiving the call.Seeing this, Aldo could only shake his head.Not long after, Mrs. Grace returned and said,"Just a wrong number."Then Mrs. Grace gave the barcode of her contact number to Mr. Ibra. After saving Mrs. Grace's contact number, Mr. Ibra said,"Well Grace, I will call you when I have time. I hope you will accept my coming."Aldo pulled Mrs. Grace's arm and moved away from Mr. Ibra."Sir, wait a minute!"
A silky softness, on the western horizon, has glowed. As usual, Mr. Badri made porridge in a small cauldron while whistling. Mr. Badri's whistling seemed to echo throughout the surrounding world.Brandon, who was still fast asleep, was awakened by Mr. Badri's whistling. Brandon snorted in annoyance at the whistling that woke him up."Oh my! What's that noise? It looks like whistling, but whose whistling so loud and so early?" Brandon grumbled. Brandon got up from his sleep and walked out of the hut. He was curious about the whistling sound that he heard so loudly. When Brandon was outside the hut, he saw Mr. Badri stirring rice porridge while whistling."Oh my! It's you whistling, Mr. Badri! Early in the morning like this, you're making noise in this quiet place," Brandon grumbled.Mr. Badri ignored Brandon, who was irritated by his whistling.He continued to stir his rice porridge until it was cooked.Then Mr. Badri offered the porridge to Brandon."The rice porridge is cooked, d
Brandon was still looking for the python's weak spot, and was waiting for the right moment to stab the python with his stick. He didn't want it to hit the tiger's body.The tiger and python continued to struggle in the river water, which made it difficult for Brandon to attack the python."Oh my! Why can't they shut up? How can I attack the snake if it keeps moving?" grumbled Brandon. The tiger looked increasingly exhausted, having spent too long in the water struggling with the python.Seeing that the tiger was getting weaker, Brandon confidently stabbed the python with his wooden stick. Brandon's stab missed only hitting the river rocks. Brandon tried again, this time using one hand. Again, Brandon failed to stab the python, as it continued to struggle with the tiger."Damn! Why is it so hard to stab that snake? I can't fail this time or the tiger will suffocate," Brandon muttered. Brandon held his wooden stick with both hands, making it more sturdy. Feeling confident, Brandon st
Brandon grabbed the wrist of Mr. Badri, who was about to leave to continue chopping wood. Brandon motioned to Mr. Badri to come back and sit near him.Mr. Badri complied with Brandon, who asked him to sit down again.Mr. Badri sat down next to Brandon and asked,"Do you have anything to say, Brandon?""You were right about the tiger claw, Mr. Badri! It was the tiger that saved me from the python, which I was able to kill. The tiger fought with the python. That tiger, I had previously helped from being crushed by a large tree that had fallen. Out of nowhere he suddenly came to help me, when I was wrapped around a python. That's why there are many tiger scratches on the python's body as you can see," Brandon ended his story.Mr. Badri listened to Brandon's story until it was complete, then he asked,"Did the tiger attack you, Brandon?""Not at all, after he escaped from the python's coils he went straight into the forest," Brandon replied."You are very lucky to be friends with a tige
Mrs. Grace and Aldo, who were about to have a drink, put their cups back down when they heard snapping.Mr. Ibra immediately calmed down Madame Paula, who was suddenly angry."Paula, I invited them here. Please behave yourself!" pleaded Mr. Ibra."What should I do, father? That woman doesn't belong in our house. Just look at her dress like a hobo," Mrs. Paula retorted. "However, they are still our guests, Paula!" defended Mr. Ibra."You call them guests? What kind of guests would mess up our sofa?" retorted Madame Paula, glaring at Madame Grace.Aldo, who had gotten his fair share of insults from others, could only smile to himself. He really regretted Madame Paula's attitude, which was very arrogant. Meanwhile, Mrs. Grace was still holding back her emotions, which were starting to be provoked by Mrs. Paula's cursing."Paula, calm yourself! Try to be friendly to them, there's no more fighting between us. Forget everything that happened in the past. They've come well, we should recei