Cold-Blooded Mafia Revenge.

35. Birthday Anniversary.

The sleeping deka gasped awake when her phone suddenly rang, lazily touching the nightstand and reaching for her phone that kept ringing. Deka opened his eyes slowly and frowned when he saw the name of the caller.

"Clarissa? What's he calling these nights?"

Deka swiped the green button on her phone screen and answered the incoming call from Clarissa.

"Yes, what's up, Sa?" ask Deka lazily.

"Happy birthday, Deka! Happy birthday to you!"

Deka gasped and smiled at Clarissa's cheerful voice across the street.

"You call these nights just to say that?" ask Deka.

"Well, I've got to defend not sleeping and resist sleepiness for the sake of waiting for midnight."

"Somehow, can you say it tomorrow?"

"I want to be the first."

"First or last is the same, I don't care" Deka said.

"Dee, Deka! I've defended staying up late, you don't even appreciate my sacrifice."

Deka laughed, "Yes-yes, thank you, Sa."

"You're a bitch!"

"Yes, sorry. I was just kidding," said Deka, he deliberately teased Clarissa who likes to sulk.

"Then we should celebrate, pick me up after work."

"Where are we going?" ask Deka curiously.

"There, deh. Anyway just pick it up, don't forget to wear the clothes I bought yesterday."

"All right, see you."

"Yes, I close first, I want to sleep. Bye, Deca."

"Hem."

Clarissa ended their conversation, Deka put her phone back on the nightstand and lay back staring at the ceiling. He let out a long sigh, it did not feel like he had lived twenty years without the presence of his father, struggling to survive in this dark world in order to avenge the death of the man he loved so much.

Deka's life will not be at peace before knowing who the man who killed the father was and finished the man with his own hands.

Deka yawned, she closed her eyes and continued her delayed sleep.

***

Deka was focusing on looking at the laptop screen in front of him, he was paying attention to reports of their drug sales to small towns in Batam and there are some drug dealers who have been paying for their drug subscriptions for a month and did not order goods from them anymore, just like Hendri Wang who also stopped working with them.

"I think something is wrong" said Deka.

"It looks like they ordered something from someone else" said Rakis, who also checked the report.

"I think so too, Uncle. But who is the one who dares to compete the price with our factory?"

Deka was still confused, I don't know why the people stopped ordering things from Victor? Though the Victor factory is the largest in Batam, it has even been famous to Malaysia, Singapore, Hong Kong and other Asian countries. No one could dare to compete for the price.

"Uncle doesn't know either" complained Rakis.

Deka moved from her seat, "I can't just sit still!"

"I'll find out what's really going on, I go first" Deka replied.

"Yes, be careful!" pinta Rakis is a little anxious.

"Good, Uncle."

Deka rushed away from Rakis who was worried, the middle-aged man was always afraid of something happening to Deka if he was doing things related to Victor and his illegal business, he said, but he could not stop and do anything.

***

Deka came to a gambling place that is not too crowded because the customer has not many who come because it is still daytime, he stepped in while looking for someone named Gepeng who is the target.

"Who's looking, Bang?" ask one of the men who was an employee at the place.

"Where's the Clasp?"

"There's in his room. What does my brother need?"

Instead of answering, Deka immediately sauntered towards a room where Gepeng was and opened the door roughly.

And sure enough, in the corner of the room, a thin and tattooed man was sitting casually while counting money, he was the Pantyhose. The man was surprised to see Deka.

"You?" The clapper instantly keeps his money in the desk drawer.

Deka who saw him, rushed over to the man and sat down beside him.

"Why? Surprised?" asked Deka coldly.

"What are you doing here?" The clapper asked.

"I'm not going to mince words, I'm here to ask, why don't you order things from us?" sue Deka.

Gepeng was silent, he did not dare to tell the truth because he knew what kind of person Deka was.

"I don't have a lot of time, so quickly say it before my patience runs out!" deka said coldly.

The clapper was suddenly horrified and nervous, "I-I don't sell drugs anymore."

Deka laughed, he knew Gepeng was lying.

Deka stared intently at Gepeng then took out a gas match from inside his pants pocket and lit it right in front of the man's face.

"Tell me the truth or I burn this place down! Do you know what I'm like?" insist Deka coldly with a threatening tone.

The clapper gulped, he felt even more frightened and went awry, "If I say, you must promise not to hurt me and damage this place."

Deka grinned, "Alright, but if you try to play me, you will feel the consequences."

Gepeng went back silent, but then opened his voice, "There's a new narcotics factory and they're selling at a price below your factory, the distributor came in a month ago and offered to cooperate with me, of course I'm not resisting."

"Who is the owner and where is the factory?"

"I don't know who the owner is, but if the factory is in Casablanca housing, block B number 9," said Gepeng.

"If you lie, I will send you to hell" concluded Deka and then leave the gambling place owned by Gepeng.

Gepeng heaved a sigh of relief, he had not expected Deka to come to him like this.

***