Captain Arkan

Ch. 2

After two hours in the salon, Mitha was finished by a professional stylist. Baskoro's mother was very satisfied with the results. Her daughter looks so pretty.

"Okay baby, we have to go home soon. We should get ready to welcome the besan family."

Mitha was silent. He felt there was no point in refuting, for a while I had to go with the flow first.

After arriving home, they were greeted by Mr. Baskoro who was sitting reading the newspaper accompanied by a cup of coffee. He was surprised to see his spoiled and crybaby little daughter turn into a beautiful girl who was very graceful enchanting.

"Princess Papa is so beautiful. Papa is sure Pak Wijaya's son will definitely be crazy about you son" said Pak Baskoro proudly.

Mitha forced her smile. He can't possibly go against Papa's will. As a general, his father was respected and respected, he was disciplined, decisive, and wise. But as a father he also greatly spoiled his only daughter.

"Let's love we have to change clothes for the better, to make them look elegant."

Mitha just complied. He came to the dining table full of delicious dishes. Various flavors of drinks and snacks. Mitha frowned.

Engagement without a man, but it's been this fancy. How about at the wedding reception? Maybe one battalion made a stir with Papa.

Mitha entered her bedroom and found a very beautiful luxurious dress in her bed. He also saw an expensive set of jewelry and a pair of glass shoes.

Oh, my God, your Papa Mama is overreacting. Is that guy so special that I have to use expensive stuff like this?

"Mitha let's go quickly in her dress try, you must look more beautiful son." Baskoro's mother smiled happily.

"Mitha wore the usual dress, this is too fancy for Mitha."

"Don't baby, you have to wear this. This is all a gift from Ibu Wijaya. She'll be disappointed if you don't wear it."

A gift from that man? Is he so rich? He must have been an old bachelor who had been single all his life. Mama why is it so hard to match your beautiful daughter with such an ugly man.

*****

Evening arrived, Pak Baskoro's family was preparing to welcome the arrival of his future besi Pak Wijaya. A happy look was clearly visible on his face. He has always been friendly since.

Mr. Wijaya and his family also came along with the group. They brought a lot of parcels.

"Is this Mitha? You're so beautiful, unfortunately Auntie's child can't attend, if she sees you she'll definitely fall in love."

Ibu Wijaya was very satisfied to see the look of Mitha who used clothes and equipment from her. Mitha simply smiled in response to her.

Ibu Wijaya is very beautiful and graceful even though he is old, Pak Wijaya also looks handsome even though a little fat. Ah but I don't know what a man who's been betrothed to me looks like. Hopefully the level dropped from Wijaya's mother, then what if he distended like Mr. Wijaya? Ah you guys are really cruel parents.

The engagement began, Ibu Wijaya pinned a diamond ring of her own choice in Mitha's sweet finger. They all clapped their hands happily except Mitha.

"Mitha, do you know what kind of son Tantekan is going to be your husband?"

Mitha nodded, "aunty" she replied lying.

His mother did give him a piece of the photo, but out of anger Mitha tore the photo to pieces and burned it with trash.

"They are a matching couple Bu Wijaya, Bu Wijaya's son is very dashing and handsome matching the graceful Mitha."

"Mama don't be too praising, not necessarily the son of Aunt Wijaya will accept Mitha."

"Tante sure Aunty's child will definitely be klepek-clepek with you dear. He just left for duty on the border, pray that your future husband is fine and return safely. Aunty can't wait to have your wedding, and can't wait to hold a grandchild, can't Bu Baskoro."

"Yes Bu Wijaya, I also can't wait to take care of the grandchildren, let this house be rame with the voices of children."

Mama Mitha is only twenty years old, and Mama is already hoping to have a grandchild. You took away my wonderful youth.

After making small talk and having dinner together, finally the family of Mr. Wijaya was ready to go home. Mitha let out a sigh of relief. He went straight into his room and locked the door regardless of the parcels of Ibu Wijaya.

*****

While Captain Arkan prepares to meet the rebel leadership, he intends to negotiate to avoid any contact with the weapons.

"You listen to my orders, do as planned. I will come alone to their headquarters, you guys get ready for each position. Remember the main thing is to try as much as possible to protect yourself!"

"Ready on Captain!"

"Sergeant Password, help me put on the vest containing the bomb"

"Ah Captain, I'd better infiltrate there. It's too dangerous."

"You dare to command your Captain?!"

"Prepare, you protect me well, if the battle is inevitable you shoot me right in my chest!"

"No Captain! We'll fight to save you from there."

"Do you all want to die?! Shoot the bomb attached to my body and you stand back until help arrives! You understand?!"

"No Captain! We will go forward with you even if we have to die!"

"Alright then, I will promise to stay alive for the sake of your lives!"

"Ihsan's men guided my way to Hamka Hambali's headquarters!"

"Ready on Captain!"

The soldiers split into their hiding places. The famous Arkan captain who was a war hero and made tactics went on confidently.

"Captain, their base is behind the hill. If we keep getting close they'll definitely shoot us."

"Well, Praka Ihsan you stay here. I'll go forward by myself. Remember, protect yourself. If you're pushed back, leave a bullet for you!"

"Ready Captain!"

Arkan stepped forward while waving a white flag. One of the rebels shouted.

"Who are you?! Raise your hands!"

"I'm Arkan, I've raised my hand. I want to meet your leader!"

"How dare you take your own life!"

"I don't want to fight, I just want to meet your boss."

"Can't! You want to fool us?!"

"You can check on me, I don't carry any weapons. I just want to meet your boss."

"Check him! Kill him if he carries a gun!"

Someone moved forward to check on Arkan. Not until the man touched her, Arkan shouted loudly.

"Hamka Hambali come out!"

Plakkkp...

A loud slap landed on Arkan's cheek.

"How dare you command our leadership!'

Before long a tall, large, black man came out of a building. He stared at Arkan. He saluted and walked over.

"Captain Arkan, it's an honor to meet you"

Arkan returned his hand. He was brought in by Hamka.

"I don't think you've finally come, Captain. But you're so late!"

"It's never too late for me Hamka!"

"Hahahaha, you're still so cold and cruel Captain! I'm proud to have worked with you on your team!"

"I've heard stories about you a lot, but I can't believe you can do that. But now that everything's been answered, you're really part rebel!"

"Sstttt lower your voice Captain! I don't want you killed by my men!"

"I am ready for the peace of my country!"

"Captain Arkan, you're so young, smart and talented it's a pity to be killed in battle. I'm offering you a partnership."

"I want to offer you cooperation Hamka!"

"It's interesting, the great Captain who is famous as a killing machine wants to work with me. Say Captain!"