Dharma approaches the ruler. He briefly glanced to the right. There, stood a man in a luxurious suite, and a wide gadget in his arms. He looks just like a statue, Dharma thinks. But he did not care about the man and drew closer to the ruler.
"You know," the ruler snorted and slapped his big ass onto the chair.
The luxurious chair seemed to scream because it could barely bear the weight of the person sitting on it.
"We can't leave in two days. Fucking bastard! It's useless I pay them. You take care of it! And when it necessary, if in these two days they can't finish what I asked them, just shoot them dead! They are useless dogs!"
Dharma could only nod with a heavy sigh.
"And you!" he pointed brusquely at the man frozen to the left. "Fucking moron!"
The man nodded haltingly, two steps closer to the ruler.
"Idiot! What have you been doing, huh? Having fun with those damn bitches?"
Looks like the lord's anger hasn't gone away, Dharma thought. Sorry Ryan, Cinnong… I really can't take you guys.
"I've, I've done what you instructed, sir," said the man in the luxurious suit.
"And then?"
"Ermm… looks like they—"
Crash!
The ruler who had been annoyed tossed the display box that had previously adorned the corner of the table.
Slam!
He even pounded the surface of the table. For a moment, the large screen became distracted. The pattern of applications and files listed becomes random, wobbling as if broken. Just a moment, then back to normal.
The ruler had seen a suspicious file that appeared for a moment when the screen display became random just now. However, he thought that it happened because he hit the screen before. So, the ruler didn't care about that.
At the very least, the fat ruler felt lucky because the surface of the table was made of a thick layer of glass.
Simultaneously with the appearance of suspicious files on the surface of the screen on the table earlier, unnoticed by Dharma, the screen of the gadget on his left wrist flickered several times before finally returning to normal.
"I'm sorry, sir," the man was only able to lower his face.
"You take care of it right now…!" the ruler said loudly. "Check everything! Food supply, fuel, everything! You understand?"
The man nodded and immediately walked towards the big door.
"And remember one thing!" said the ruler.
The man stopped and turned to face the ruler. Again, he lowered his head.
"If anyone is caught messing with my food stock, you'll end up being my pet's feed."
The man in the luxurious suite gulped, his face turning deathly pale. The pets the ruler meant were six crocodiles that inhabited one of the large ponds on the outside of the castle. Once again, he nodded and then hurried out of the large room.
The ruler turned his gaze to Dharma who was standing across from his desk.
"Tell me, how are conditions outside the walls?"
"Bad," said Dharma curtly.
The ruler let out a long sigh. "We should be able to leave the day after tomorrow." He glanced and could see the worry on Dharma's face. "Hey, calm down! I've asked some members to bring your wife and daughter. No need to worry."
"Thank You."
At that moment, the surface of the table that served as the ruler's communication screen softly rang, and an avatar of a person's face appeared on it.
Beep!
"Dad, I have two girlfriends—"
"You want me to take them too?" said the ruler guessing directly his son's desire. The avatar chuckled in nodding. "This is the last. No more people. Do you understand?"
"Thanks, Dad."
Beep!
Dharma laughs sadly inside. How ironic this situation, he thought. For two prostitutes of his son, there are still available seats in the spaceship. But for two people with special skills, it doesn't available at all.
Dharma shook his head weakly and kept his subtle sighs from being noticed by the ruler.
"You need to double-check my spaceship!" command the ruler to Dharma. "Make sure everything is working properly. Don't let that plane become a ticket to hell for me. Now!"
Dharma just nods. A faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips. Hell, you say? Even without it, you will be fuel for hell!
The next second Dharma passed before the ruler. He exited the majestic room to head into the giant hall where the spaceship was parked.
After Dharma left and headed for the giant hall, the ruler fiddled with the flat screen in front of him. It wasn't long before someone's avatar appeared.
"How is it going?" he asked in a slightly lowered voice. There was a hint of fear in the ruler's tone of voice. Fear of being found out by someone.
"We have found the woman and her daughter, sir. And you are right, his wife is a very beautiful woman."
The ruler chuckled, a wild glint flashing from his eyes. "Good work! Get that woman on my plane as soon as possible. Lock her in the room I told you about earlier."
"What about her daughter, sir?"
"Just take her too! We'll see what happens next. Remember! Don't let anyone find out. Do you understand?"
"Very well, sir."
Beep!
*
"Fucking asshole!" Ryan cursed, and his gaze was like a pair of sharp swords.
"What did you hear?" asked Naomi–24 years.
At that time, Ryan and Cinnong were sitting around an old table with three of their friends. Naomi, Boris–32 years old. And Yuma–30 years old. They are discussing plans to infiltrate one of the spacecraft in Java. Their target is the spaceship belonging to the Lord of Pangandaran where Dharma is the captain.
Ryan was still touching the earphone in his right ear as he glanced at Naomi. Then turned his gaze to the other three.
"Mr. Dharma may not know that the ruler has no intention of taking his daughter and wife," yet another glint of anger flashed in his eyes. "At least, they will separate." Ryan snorted loudly. "I think we'll just cancel this infiltration plan. We change this plan to take them down, then seize the plane."
"So, our target's still the same plane, right?" Yuma replied by stressing to his four comrades that they were going to bring down the Lord of Pangandaran.
"Yeah, for sure. I can't wait!" said Boris.
"Are you sure you can hijack that plane?" asked Naomi, Ryan nodded. "Fly it?"
"Leave it to me," said Cinnong with a wink.
"So, are we in one?" Ryan looked at his friends, one by one. Asking for their readiness, including their death.
Their thoughts were the same, so no one objected to the change in plans.
"What about our weapons?"
Yuma chuckled. "Don't worry about it."
"Just be silent by doing nothing we still die," said Boris. "Instead of waiting to die, it's better to face the death itself."
"You're crazy!" said Cinnong.
They laughed, only for a moment before silence returned. They looked at each other. Without a word being spoken, they stood up and headed for the three chameleons parked nearby.
***
TO BE CONTINUED ...