BLUE METAVERSE
NIGHT AT THE GRASS MARKET
The day had gone by the night as they exited the small mosque that was next to a healthy children's mini stadium. The dark sky was studded with small stars. The atmosphere around the stadium was still crowded. Blue does not feel dark because the white light shines very bright. Jakarta never sleeps because in some places human activity and light lights make the eyes of the city difficult to be closed. Blue had been preparing on the motor when Sari's phone sounded very loud. He was wearing his helmet and jacket. Sari too.
“Sari, you are still around the Grass Market right?”
“Iya, Boss.”
“Now you also go to the store that is used as a warehouse for stockpiling goods behind that market. Tom is held hostage by market thugs due to boss Gupta.” problems
“But I'm still the same Blue, Boss. Do I return first to the new house the way to the warehouse?”
“No can, Sar. You should go there now. So urgent. Must now. You are the closest to TKP. Others have otw too, but because it is far possible until it will be long.”
“Then Blue?”
“Let her go home alone. Don't think about it. That child is dead, too. Life can also be troublesome. Anyway, you need to get to that barn right now. It's Tom's safety issue. If there's anything with Tom, our big client must be angry. The Indian boss will not use our security services again forever and will spread our incompetence to all clients. Repot the business.”
Blup. No more noise. The bus hung up.
“Good, Boss. Ready to do.”ujar Sari slowly. His spirit was evaporated by the worry that struck his heart.
Sari looked at Blue with a look of pity. Not bear. Cook he had to leave ABG's innocent son? Ritha must be disappointed in him. Sari must take responsibility for Blue's safety until the boy arrives home. But to refuse his boss' request would be tantamount to seeking death. Not only work that escaped, his life was also threatened if he defied the orders of Bas. Moreover, this sudden order covers a large amount of money that Gupta bosses spend for the security of his business in the Spanish genre (half of it). And Tom is his best partner. His life threatened.
The tail of his eyes was busy looking around, but the last Blue friend he saw was no longer in that place.Who would you leave Blue to whom? Sari clenched her teeth.
“Bring me to the warehouse, mbak Sari. I can defend myself.”Blue offered herself with a sincere look and a sinless face.
Sari is still worried. He looked at Blue with his head filled with question marks.
“Don't dumb. Pocket the road, Ma'am! We have to save friends mbak Sari.”Blue again reminded Sari with her innocent face. He did not know how dangerous it was to love him. They have to face the market thugs. Not kidding. Life bet.
Drt drt. The handle that has been directly converted into a vibrating mode is back flickering. The bus sends a map signal for Tom's whereabouts. All bodyguards that work on the Bas have a small chip tucked in the pocket of their pants. The chip sends a signal where all body guard personnel are present and directly connected to the computer server in the office. All personnel are closely monitored by a system and controller. Hence all security system personnel are compliant with security duties and protocols. If there is a problem, a body guard can press the chip 3 times until the danger alarm is read on the server. Sometimes Bas himself acts as a controller in addition to 3 IT staff his trust. Like that night, Tom sent out a distress signal and Bas contacted him to help his partner.
Sari had to act fast. Not thinking long, he had to immediately leave for the area indicated by the map sent by Bas. Whatever the risk is to be borne. All risks are equally heavy. There is no other way but to act quickly according to the direction of his boss. Motorcycles are directly carried 0drove in the direction shown on the electronic map behind the deserted traditional market. Sari parked her motorcycle just like that near the rear market stall. The place is muddy and smelly.
“You'd better walk ahead of the market only, Bee. Wait near the junk kiosk. Pretend to bargain for something or immediately find a taxi and go home,” advice Sari. Used goods stalls in front of the road are indeed many that are still open. Some may even be open 24 hours.
Blue shakes. He did not know the city of Jakarta. Especially this night. He better go with Sari. After all Blue was already on guard from any threatening dangers, so he would be very careful. Besides, it seems fun to also be involved in the work of the bodyguard. Think of it as detective-detective.
Sari could not think. He walked slowly past the vegetable stalls that had mostly closed on the back side of the market.
“You looking for what, Neng?” A person who suddenly emerged from behind his hide behind a fishy fishmonger's stench.
“Need kapri beans, kucay and chives, sir. Where is the seller?” Sari answered casually. Not looking surprised or panicked at all as if he was indeed planning to buy the mentioned vegetables.
“That's still some kiosks open.” replied Sari while pointing at one of the stalls that looked bright.
“That opens mah is just a fruit kiosk and live fish. Usually 24 hours. Someone sleeps in a stall like me."
Is correct. There were a lot of bananas in that bright store. It's definitely a fruit shop. While in his place standing there was the sound of water gurgling and a small pump engine. The one who greeted him must be a live fishmonger.
"How many catfish, sir?”
“23 thousand.”
“Bby deh. Buy two kilo.”
The merchant turned on the emergency lights and caught some catfish with a shovel from his tub. He put it in a clear plastic. The fish were floundering in the plastic. Quickly, he put the plastic containing the catfish into the scales. While Sari's eyes circled watching the situation around looking around for roughly where the stall or warehouse that was used as Tom's shelter.
Sari concentrated on sharpening her hearing. No sound was heard. Only the gurgling sound of water, pumps and the floundering movement of fish in the plastic was caught by his eardrums.
“Pas. 2 kilos yes, Neng.” The trader shows a digital number on his scale that shows the number 2005 grams. Two kilos less.
Sari nodded. The merchant put a little water into the clear plastic catfish.
“Here are many kiosks that are used as warehouses huh, sir?”
“Many. Behind the deserted buyer, Neng. The average back stall is only used as a storage warehouse for goods with shop owners. Display goods usually in the front kiosk.” said the merchant
“Like someone else is nginep in the warehouse?”
“Rarely people nginep in the warehouse which is the shape of a kiosk using a closed rolling door, Neng. Engap.”
Mangosteen sari. He spent fifty thousand and poured it on the fishman.
“No need to return, Mr.” said Sari when the fish trader was busy looking for change in his shabby wallet.
“Still, Neng.”
The merchant put the fish plastic in a plastic bag again before handing it to Sari. The catfish was still floundering. His voice slightly disturbed the concentration of Sari who was looking for hearing strange noises that could indicate where the market thugs or Tom were. The point is around here. But where? The market looks empty. Market lighting is very limited. Only a dim light that partially died. Therefore the fish seller needs emergency lights to support its trading activities. After serving Sari the fishman turned off his emergency lights again. The atmosphere in a muddy, smelly and dull place felt rather gripping.
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Eng ing eng Blue began to follow in the world that was called Bas.
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