Antonym Intellect, Synonym of Dearest
Tired Too
We sat at Mr. Avramm's dining table telling stories. Baron and Artemis come along and ‘numpang’ dinner. It seems like of all the people who were there, the only one who felt tired was me. Frankly, this incident left me devastated, shocked, scared, panicked as one.
We spent a lot of time in drug lairs.
Gee whiz...
What the hell is this Miss Kencana?!
“This Marino plan returned his fortune by trading illegal drugs. Typical Sicilian Mafia. There may not be too much attention of the government, here also missed because there is the power of insiders.” Said Baron.
“Actually Mas,” Pak Avramm said, “Some times there are cars going in there, he said they are employees of the homeowner who wants to clean up. But yes, my security feels strange, wants to clean up her clothes like a thug, and there are no women. Usually if cleaning likes ART that comes along, well this is all men. Then the more strange, the number of people when coming and when leaving is different, as if there are some people who live in the house.”
“This is home inside the house Sir,” Arka said. “I began to suspect when eating at the front stall, usually if the warmindo merchant was making noodles in one large skillet, then the flavor is mixed in the container so one and still plus other spices, so not pure just indomie seasoning only. Typical in Warmindo here when viewed from google maps based on rating, typically it is added butter. Well this cook one-on-one pans, boiled water is also not together, like we make indomie in our own kitchen. That's why I went to Mr. Avramm's house, wondering about his security. And it turns out to be true,”
“What's real?!” my many.
“If it has been about the past 3 months, the shop was bought the same people from this house,”
“3 months ago? That's when we married dong?” my many.
“Yes. Looks like you guys are targets.”
“What target?!”
“Target killing,” replied Baron.
“What's the good news about killing us?!” my spray
“Fortunately many Claudia. A lot of it. If Mbah Rangga no longer exists, Mbah Rejo also no longer exists, I also can not appear to the public, so the person who has the right to be the heir, is the person who appointed Mbah Rangga legally, or..” The grinning baron asked me to continue his sentence from my own conclusion.
“Or Bu Kencana herself.” My welcome.
‘Yes. There is no ‘pension’ word for shareholders right? It could be that if you are not around, he will hand over all the assets to his children. That means Rejoprastowo and Ranggasadono won't get any inheritance, a penny.”
“Who the hell makes such a provision?”
“They three.”
“Because of guilt feelings for past sins?”
“Ya, due to harassment.”
“Duh, so the brain tuh dipake.. lust only in front. “ lamented.
“Nasi has become a porridge, can not be tengginang.”
“Baron, you are if ngejokes really dimeh like the fathers.”
“Indeed already the fathers, singles are my problem. Got a wife will also pity.”
We grinned.
“Can be Dewi Rukmini.”
“Job...”
“You are the last couple that Mbah Rangga approved at the end of his life. The badge is only a backup because not everyone knows of its existence. She is also not a legal wife. But if the two are gone, then the right to determine the heir is the rest of the three. Obviously yes?!”
“Why don't you show up in the public anyway?”
‘My crime is too big, I must have been imprisoned for life once just caught on camera.”
“Means?”
Baron and Arka looked at each other.
“How many people do you think I've killed for the success of my Boss' company? A bunch. Could hundreds. I can only appear in front of many people in a small scope. Like seminars in our own building, or teaching so lecturers do not remain at the university, because usually graduate lecturers are so not exposed to the public.
“But you guys are working to help the apparatus!”
“Yes, but we're killers seen from wherever our actions go against HAM. Just one bullet detonated, the news of the show could be 50 pages. Not like in the movies. Imagine how many thousands I've shot into people's heads? And become the CEO in the scope of 12 Dragons? Wah... dream!” The baron folded his two tattooed hands in front of his chest.
Out there, the sirens still resonate. Also many Ambulance pacing.”
“How many fatalities?” I asked because I suddenly realized the Ambulance sound why so many as more than two.
“we leave two people to be questioned.
“Show?”
“Innalallahi,” replied Baron. “No need to know the amount.”
“Hm...so,” Mr. Avramm stroked his beard. His eyes squeaked. “Intinya I neighbors with the area More severe dong, yesterday false demons, now a real haunted house. Many fatalities there,”
Yes too.
Actually, I already love that house.
“Ah, Baron. Can you check out the Gazebo area? Goddess Rukmini hasn't been found yet, right? I mean, we don't know if he disappeared, escaped or died. There are still many people, so it does not feel strange that suddenly you find a corpse there.”
“Hah? Corpse?” asked the Baron with raised eyebrows.
“Iya.”
“Where did you know?!”
I grinned. “Ghaib.” I smile. I was also confused to explain how. “Juga.. please check the Gapura area in Mbah Rangga. Maybe to within a few meters of the surface, where I fainted.”
Because Goddess Rukmini said. That's kind of bothering my mind
“Maybe let's not be too suspicious I just ask the remaining two people yes,” said Baron.
