Dowager Bohay

Two Body Guard

The soul thought for a moment. Her heart was hot and angry at the Rose story but her brain had to be cold. Djiwa became curious about a figure named Jamal. What does it look like?

If you tell Rendi to search from the CCTV around the shophouse, she feels sorry. The task of Rendi was enough. He told others he didn't believe either. He feared his disguise would be exposed if many knew where he was today.

"Mas! How do you daydream?" The rose awakens the soul from its preoccupation with thinking.

"Oh sorry, honey. I was thinking again. I want to ask you, when you saw Jamal, did he see you?" ask Djiwa.

Roses nodded. "Look, Mas. Mas Jamal was also surprised to see me but because of the queue brother ojek a lot he did not know that I went straight up to the top floor."

True conjecture of Djiwa. The man did see the Rose so he went into the shophouse and looked dizzy. "Surely he will come again looking for you."

The face of the Rose that was calm was now worried again. There is fear again in him meeting men from his past.

"Just calm down, tomorrow I'm not going to the office. Who will face. You're in the kitchen, don't come out if Mas codes his whereabouts."

"If it turns out he came the day after Mas to the office how?" The rose still looks calm.

"There's Lily, Miss Sari and Ms. Nia. Everyone will take care of you, baby. I'm gonna ask permission to work from home for a while until I get to meet Jamal, the man who scared you. You just calm down!"

The words of Djiwa managed to calm the rose. A moment the Rose forgot her suspicions. Djiwa also kept his promise not to go to work. He was busy with his laptop and doing office work at the shophouse when there were no buyers. He never forgot the mask he always wore.

A day ... two days ... a man named Jamal just appeared on the third day. The rose that was about to come out of the kitchen was surprised to find the man who was eating in his stall. Quickly the Rose went back into the kitchen and called Djiwa. Luckily Jamal was focusing on eating so he did not see the existence of the Rose.

Djiwa who is focused on working is surprised by the phone call on her mobile phone. My name is My Love, so the name of the Rose he named is seen on the front screen. Djiwa is suspicious. There's no way Rose called her and the Rose knew she was focused on work. There must be something.

The eyes of the soul are looking for something. He picked up the phone from the Rose and immediately asked what he suspected. "Is it here?"

"Yes, Mum." The sound of the rose sounded frightened.

"Calm down. Which was? Table no.10 or 12?" I saw two suspicious men.

Table number 10, men with black leather, wearing jeans jackets and hats. Around the age of 30. The man was eating voraciously while occasionally spreading his gaze into the shophouse.

Table number 12, men with somewhat long hair in rubber pigtails. On his face was overgrown with minors and continued to look towards the flat TV while occasionally looking at the mobile phone and glancing left right.

Djiwa closed her laptop. Prepare for the next action. "No-number 10, ma'am." The Rose half whispered.

"OKAY. You calm down and don't go out of the kitchen first. I'll finish it my way." The phone call was cut off by Djiwa.

While noticing that the target was not escaping, Djiwa called someone. "Standby's. Target is in the shophouse." Djiwa ordered without further ado. Djiwa then sent a message telling the characteristics of the target pyada two body guards.

"Ready, Boss!" said a heavy voice at the end there.

Djiwa put her laptop in a bag. He called Rendi and asked her to handle the job until she returned.

"Related, Boss?" Rendi's voice sounded worried about her boss.

Djiwa stood up and gave Lily her laptop. "Nlant, Ly. Tell the angel inside when it's safe."

"Yes, Mum." Djiwa walked out and had seen one of his body guards waiting in front of the shophouse near the stall with a large motorbike.

Another body guard follows the target on the same bike. "Please, Boss!" Body guard hands over the helmet to Djiwa.

Black helmet worn by Djiwa. He sat on the passenger bench and followed where their target was going. The abandonment of a motorbike that is afraid of breaking down if brought speeding.

Djiwa could see Jamal. Body guard who piggyback him apparently smart speeding and overtaking. In the ear of the body guard connected earphones to communicate with his teammates.

The motor then turns towards the market. The soul knows this place. How not, every morning he must accompany the Rose. The difference is that Jamal turns to the rice stand, while Djiwa and Roses go to the chicken and vegetables stand.

Jamal parked his bike in a wild parking lot inside the market. Once Djiwa parked his butut motor but when back the rearview mirror there are black feathers. Either the armpit hair or the nose of the parking guard's brother. Truly a wild parking lot, wild guard.

After Jamal went inside, Djiwa went down in the wild parking lot. He followed the instructions of his body guard who continued to communicate with other colleagues.

"Boss, getting inside needs people. I can't both. Please allow me to ask for the help of my colleagues who are here" said the body guard who was with Djiwa.

"I allow. We have to finish!" the commandment of the Soul firmly.

"Ready, boss!" The body guard who accompanied Djiwa was seen contacting someone and shortly let Djiwa in.

Djiwa entered into the field whose right left contains a pile of rice sacks. Indeed, in this market is divided between fruit stalls, vegetables, meat, rice and various kitchen spices. Its extensive location makes this market one of the largest markets that supply the needs of the community.

They then go inside through the hallway which is now shrinking with lighting that is not as bright as before. From a distance, Djiwa's body guard was eavesdropping on the conversation behind a room whose sides were made of wood.

The body guard coded Djiwa to be silent by placing an index finger on her lips. Djiwa nodded and now listened to the conversation inside.

"Gue was sure it was a rose! Why does the widow Purnomo even live in Jakarta anyway? Not living in that other remote area!" A voice sounded as it groaned.

"Is he really in Jakarta? Why?"

"So the employee at the chicken shop. We need to find him and get Purnomo's cell phone. Boss has told us to clean everything up, only Purnomo is smarter than we thought he was"

Djiwa was busy eavesdropping when he heard the sound of a clash.

"Woy! Why are you there?"

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Morning all ...

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