The Robbed Tourist

A man with blond hair and petite stature, was being surrounded by three other large men with messy appearances.

The blonde haired man's face was tense. It was clear from the way the men surrounded him, that the three of them didn't mean well.

"What do you want?" Asked the blonde haired man in English.

The three thugs who surrounded him exchanged glances. They understand little more than what their potential victims ask.

"He's not like Europeans or Americans." The stocky man spoke in his native language to his comrades.

"Definitely not. He's still Asian." Answered his partner who was tall and thick mustache.

"But he asked in English!" Denies his thin friend as malnourished.

The thug, who was stocky and short, glared angrily at his comrades.

"Don't Asians really speak English at all? That's just you with a shrimp brain." He denied.

"Money! it's my money! Take it for you and don't bother me." The blonde haired man took out the contents of his wallet.

The three men who had surrounded him glanced at each other again.

"He's a tourist. This is our good chance. Just take it all. don't leave any identity, or he might report us to the police." Whispered the tall man.

The stocky man nodded. Seeing that his prey looked scared and resigned, he felt elated. The stocky man immediately snatched his prey's wallet and took out all its contents.

"Search his bag as well! See what the money could be!" The stocky one ordered the tall, thin one to seize the backpack that the blonde haired man was carrying.

"Hey! What are you guys doing?" The blonde haired man tried to defend the bag he was carrying.

A tug-of-war ensued between the man who was about to rob and the blonde-haired man who became the victim.

"You may take my money, but not my bag." The blonde haired man was desperately trying to hold on to his.

The backpack that he carries.

Everywhere contains important documents, passports and visas. The man somewhat regretted separating himself from his entourage.

Previously, this blonde man just wanted to spend his time traveling, enjoying solitude, traveling to other countries and enjoying a pleasant holiday trip, like normal people in general. something that very rarely happened, to people as busy with work as he was.

Unfortunately, the blonde haired man forgot his way back to the hotel where his group was staying. when he remembered the name of the hotel, he took the wrong online taxi, until he was finally caught by a group of robbers.

Now, the robbers were watching him like hungry wolves about to eat his dinner. He could neither escape nor escape, because the robbers took him to an area some distance from the settlements.

Under these circumstances, he gave up all his money to save his life, as well as the documents he was carrying.

"Just finish it after all, he's just a foreign tourist. No one will recognize him here." Whispered the tall robber.

"If we leave it at that, he can go to the police. Better stay safe." They even support each other.

Seeing such bad behavior, the blonde haired man tried to fight back. He held the hand of the robber who was about to seize his backpack. The annoyed robber hit him in the stomach.

The pain made the stranger wince. However, apparently he is not someone who gives up easily. The blond man countered the mugger's punch with a straight kick that knocked his assailant down.

"Damn it! He's fighting back. He still has guts though!" The fat man got angry when he saw his friend fall down.

He participated in attacking foreign men who became tourists in his country. fist fights were no longer inevitable. At first, the foreign man was still able to fight and defend himself.

However, after a while he was cornered, because the three robbers beat and ganged up on him. Blow after blow all over his body caused him pain. Not to mention kicks in other parts of his body hangs. His whole body felt crushed.

"How dare you challenge me!" One of the robbers hit him on the back of the neck with a blunt object.

The foreign man with blond hair and porcelain skin lay helpless.

"Quickly run away!" The stocky immediately ordered his men.

"Boss! You're going to leave him here? What if someone finds him?" asked his men.

"Leave it alone! No one will care about it. Quickly go!" The stocky one ordered again impatiently.

The two men complied. they got into a car that was used as an online taxi to ensnare the victim, then fled from that place. Their car sped away, running away leaving a body lying helplessly.

The man fainted as a result of being hit by a blunt object. He was left without any identity. the robbers took everything.

An hour later, the man came to his senses. The night was getting late, the drizzle that fell made his face and clothes wet. The blonde haired man narrowed his eyes, trying to observe his surroundings.

"Oh my God! I thought I was dead." he thought.

Despite feeling pain all over his body, the man tried to get up and forced himself to take a step.

His blood rippled feeling pain and aching in several parts of his body that were hit the most.

"Too bad! Meant to take a vacation, I instead get lost in a foreign country. where should I go and ask for help?” The blonde haired man kept dragging his feet.

From a far, he saw a brightly lit building. His hopes started to rise, maybe after he got there, he could ask for help.

stumbling, the blonde haired man and the status of a foreign tourist stepped closer to the building which turned out to be a mini market.

Vaguely, he saw someone coming out of the convenience store about to ride a motorbike parked there.

The blonde haired man tried to speed up his pace. However, his body was throbbing with pain. His head also hurts.

"Please don't go! Help me!" He begged in his heart while his hands trying to reach.

The woman who had finished shopping and hung her plastic groceries on the hook of her motorbike, was very surprised when suddenly someone grabbed her sleeve and fell to the ground.

Before she could scream, the blonde haired man said in a weak hoarse voice.

"Help me!" he said with a pleading look. The blonde haired man fell back down.

The woman who still hadn't lost her sense of shock, was confused by the stranger who suddenly fainted before her.

"Sir! Hey, Sir!" The woman tried to resuscitate the stranger by tapping him on the shoulder.

"Could it be, he's dead? Oh no!" The woman panicked a bit, then put her ear to the stranger's chest, listening for his heartbeat.

Still unsure, the woman felt under her neck for a pulse. Then he brought his fingers to the nose of the fainted stranger.

"Still alive! Thanks God!" The woman breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then what should i do?" The woman is confused.