The Plan Of Masked Man
Meatballs

Without waiting for long his order came and was delivered by a young man who may be the son of the owner of the MakNyus mercon meatball stall, MakNyus, without thinking for long in the voracious meatballs that are indeed famous best in the traditional market of Jaya. Really not only his heart will be full but also his stomach, the selection of the place sent will really make himself feel happy inside and out.

"The right choice, take all the evidence. Take good care of this evidence." said someone thrust a brown envelope like an envelope of money that had just sat next to Dito who was still delicately chewing the meatballs of mercon and sipping the meatballs with so dense color.

Like nothing happened, though, Dito kept his decent meal not hearing the sound next to him and just ate his meatballs nonstop until the bowl of meatballs in front of his toilet left not a single drop of meatballs. In his sip the rest of the spicy orange ice reliever in his mouth and stand like any other customer who was about to pay his order after satisfied enjoying the super tasty meatballs plus his spicy nampol.

With his relaxed hand Dito pulled the jacket that covered his uniform and took the wallet that was deliberately stored in the pocket of the inner jacket until accidentally the wallet was dropped next to the right table hit envelope, Dito's flexible movement without any doubt grabbed the envelope and wallet simultaneously. Put the two objects into a jacket and cover his uniform back with a jacket, while the money to pay for the meatballs takes from his pants pocket the rest of the money buying gasoline.

There were no salamans, greetings or parting words, with Dito leaving after paying for meatballs and leaving MakNyus meatball stall, he said, so the man also rushed away after getting his meatball order which turned out to be quite a lot, two large black crackles containing fifty packs of meatballs were already in tenteng with both hands of the man.

His steps approached the parking lot of pickup cars and rushed to leave the traditional Jaya market, no one will realize who that person is with a shabby appearance and also a brewook that is so dense almost covers his lower face plus a shiny black mustache that definitely makes the ants just slump. The pickup car runs down the village road adjacent to the traditional market area of Jaya, passing through densely populated settlements to reach the end of the settlement bordering the forest edge of government land.

Ciiit... Brakes...

"Bakso-bakso!" exclaimed the man after getting off his pickup car while carrying two large black crackles and waving to children who were playing in the field at the end of the village.

"Horeee meatballs." exclaimed the children who were playing kites and also other games running to approach a mustache brewed man who waved to them.

"One child one okay! A neat line, come on." said the man with a smile covered in whiskers and a bewok.

None of the faces of the children were frightened to see the appearance of the man as if he had met often, once all the children were in the meatballs of each one. So the children ran back to their homes like a habit that had made the man ensure the situation around the already deserted without waiting for a long step walk around the pickup car parked in place ordinary.

Jumping over a bush one meter tall and running into the forest towards a place, the journey is far enough to take twenty minutes with a maximum running speed with a black crackle that still leaves three packs of meatballs. After seeing a tree house in front of him even though the distance was still about seven meters still did not reduce his running speed, and his steps came to a halt as soon as he got under the stairs that connected with the tree house up there.

"When do you stay here? " asked the man after he got to the top of the tree house and found the figure that made him have to be a protector once again.

"You." said the curled up figure suddenly raised his face that looked chaotic with puffy eyes.

"Hmmm.Eat and after that we go from here! " the man's orders patiently open a packet of meatballs and give a plastic spoon that has been prepared by him.

"I." said the figure with a look of rejection.

Silence without any answer or action from the woman to make the man in front of her give a sharp look.

"Space Lydia!" call the man in his baritone voice which instantly makes Lidya scoop the meatball sauce into his mouth with trembling hands.

The fear of hearing baritone sounds is still a trauma for a Lidya, but in his heart knew if the man with a thousand faces in front of him was not a bad person because all this time always pay attention to himself and always provide protection even though without being asked. Let Lidya enjoy the meatballs that would not be hot anymore, the man took off his mustache along with his fake brewpub along with his shabby clothes and pulled a hooded jacket that was left behind in the tree house.

"Thank you." said Lidya sincerely after her heart and body felt better.

"Have they come looking for you? " ask the man whose appearance has turned cool.

Lidya nodded her head and looked at the man in front of her who was staring at her with a serious face, a handsome face with a maximum expression. But the sharp eyes of the man are more honest than a criminal even once, it is confusing to know the man in front of him has a psicopathic soul but has an honest sharp eye.

"Come down and wait for me in the car!" command the man and rise from his sitting position.

"What are you gonna do? " tanya Lidya who slightly felt a strange aura ambush her body.

"Stttt.Go Lidya Angkasa! " the man orders him by putting his index finger to keep Lidya quiet and doing his orders without asking questions.

Gleek...

Lidya's voice swallowing the salivary rang out loud and the woman hurriedly descended from the tree house, his fondest memories with his beloved father after taking a panda doll as big as a ten-year-old child which was his father's last gift. Lidya's departure makes the man pick up something in the corner that has long been in his store for today, in his opening a medium size derijen and splash the contents of the jerry can into every corner and wall of the tree house.

Of course after making sure the situation and contents inside the tree house nothing important, leaving the empty jerrycan lying in the middle. As soon as his work was done, his footsteps descended the stairs of several stairs and stopped to turn to look at the tree house above him with a distance of five steps. A match was taken from the left pocket of his jacket and picked up a wooden match with a thin smile covered in a hood.

Jrees... Fiiu... Wouss...

With the flame of a match that flew and fell inside the tree house immediately made sparks lit and grabbed whatever had been coated with kerosene, he said, while in front of the parked car not far away made Lidya rush out of her seat.

"Ayaaaah" exclaimed Lidya who felt her soul join in burning with her burning tree house slowly in front of her eyes.