With quick movents, Naila slipped through the crowd, occasionally glancing around just to confirm the presence of the Bodyguards.
Naila no longer lives inside the amusent park, the girl is now heading towards the entrance.
Her steps were hasty, lest soone from the man who had followed her find her whereabouts. Naila had to leave the place imdiately before the help the man referred to arrived.
Taking advantage of the crowd, Naila's distance was now very close to the entrance to the Amusent Park, her heart beating faster as her footsteps drew closer to the entrance.
Suddenly her steps slowed down, and imdiately took cover in the play booth next to her, she almost et one of the bodyguards.
"Miss, what are you doing?" Asked the booth keeper who saw Naila's actions suddenly entered his place and sat behind him, luckily the booth was made of wood that was the size of an adult, so Naila's body was not visible.
"Shh… please pretend you don't see , sir," Naila replied while using one hand to cover her mouth.
"B-but Miss… Why…"
"Excuse sir… may I ask a question?" a man's voice imdiately stopped the middle-aged man's words. Turning to the source of the voice, an adult man complete with a black suit entered his view.
The middle-aged man's brow furrowed, "Yes? Please," he said, imdiately ignoring the existence of a girl who was holding a boy.
"Did you see a boy? About four years old, wearing jeans with a navy blue shirt? Wearing black shoes," asked the man, he was one of the bodyguards who had followed Naila before.
While on the other hand, Naila who heard the man's voice held her breath, with one hand covering Dave's mouth while signaling the boy not to make a sound.
Hearing the words of the adult man in front of him, the middle-aged glanced in Naila's direction, but only for a few seconds.
"A child? What's wrong with that child?" asked the middle-aged looking back at the man in front of him.
"That child is our master's son, he disappeared a few minutes ago, did you see him?"
The middle-aged man was silent for a mont as if he was contemplating whether or not to tell the whereabouts of the girl and boy who was hiding under him.
Seeing the silence of the middle-aged man in front of him, the bodyguard frowned, "If you see it, please tell , sir," he said again.
"What will you give if I see him?"
One of the bodyguard's eyebrows raised at the response of the middle-aged man in front of him.
"What do you want?" he asked. While on the other hand, Naila who heard the conversation of the two figures suddenly her heart sank, her heart was working faster than usual, with her head raised, she kept shaking her head without taking her eyes off the middle-aged man standing beside her. In her heart, she kept hoping that the middle-aged man wouldn't tell her whereabouts to the bodyguard.
Hearing the bodyguard's question, the middle-aged man turned to Naila once again, but only a few seconds later turned his gaze to the man in the black suit who had been staring at him with a frown.
"Really? Anything you will give ?" he asked to be sure.
"So did you see the boy or not?" asked the bodyguard who seed to be running out of patience.
Naila who heard that imdiately gasped, an alarm went off in her, telling her that she had to leave the booth imdiately and run as fast as she could. Yes, that was the only way that suddenly appeared in her mind. Although she firmly believed that it would be very difficult to escape from them, no one would know until she tried, right?
For there was no way that she would stay and surrender herself voluntarily to that man.
Her mind started to count down.
One…
Two…
Three…
When her body wanted to move, suddenly the middle-aged man's foot stepped on one of her feet, making her difficult for her to move.
"What's the matter, sir?" asked the bodyguard when he saw the movents of the middle-aged person in front of him looked odd and a little strange, occasionally he tiptoed to check if there was sothing behind the booth that didn't reach his view because it was blocked.
"Ah no, my leg was only bitten by an ant, son," replied the middle-aged man with a clumsy smile.
"Sir, I was asking you earlier, did you see the child I ant?" the bodyguard repeated.
"No. I didn't see it," replied the middle-aged man, and at the sa ti, Naila who was already feeling very tense down there imdiately breathed a sigh of relief, her muscles instantly loosened up.
Hearing the middle-aged man's answer, the bodyguard rubbed his face roughly, because apparently, he had wasted his ti.
"Ahh, what a waste of ti," he muttered and left the place without responding to the middle-aged man's words.
Seeing that the bodyguard had disappeared into the crowd, the middle-aged man lifted his leg and freed the legs of the girl who was hiding.
"He's gone, Miss. You can co out now," said the middle-aged man as he lowered his gaze to the two figures below.
"Thank you, sir," said Naila as she rose from her position, lowered Dave, and stretched her muscles.
"You're welco, but may I ask you sothing, Miss?" asked the middle-aged.
"You didn't steal this child, did you? Because I didn't want to protect a thief," he added without waiting for Naila's response.
"Oh sir, do I have the marks of a thief on my face?" asked Naila as she straightened her slightly wrinkled dress.
"I was just asking Miss. Thank goodness it wasn't."
"Yes sir, thank you again, thanks to you I was able to save this child from those n," said Naila later.
Hearing the story of the girl in front of him, the middle-aged man forehead wrinkled in confusion, curiosity welled up in him again, he wanted to ask further but felt that this was none of his business, in the end, he chose to undo his intentions and only kept a sense of desire, at least he wasn't protecting the guilty, he thought.
"Okay Miss, you're welco," replied the middle-aged man.
"Then I'll excuse myself, sir," said Naila, grabbed Dave's body again, and carried him into her arms.
The middle-aged man just nodded, the next second Naila started to leave the booth, walking towards the entrance of the amusent park.
"Wait," the girl's steps stopped again when her sense of hearing caught the middle-aged man's voice that had helped her earlier.
"What's the matter, sir?" asked Naila turning to the source of the voice.
"If I may ask, where do you want to go, Miss?" asked the middle-aged man to Naila, even his figure walked out of his booth and headed towards the girl.
"I want to go out, sir," said Naila imdiately.
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