Hastungkara Hotel Blockade

Episode 1.2: Mysterious Man

His mind drifted far away. Remembering that match. He could not understand why his junior knew about his weakness. Was he told by someone? But, by whom? No one knows about this but the two friends.

Right after the little tragedy, Fadil and his two friends' relationship took a hit. But they already know that Fadil's right shoulder is easily dislodged. Until graduation, they still did not apologize to Fadil. Whether it was due to prestige or some other reason, Fadil had already paid no heed to it. In addition, not that Fadil would not forgive them, but his heart hurt. Exactly a month later, even though the entire weight in his hand had been opened, his hand was often dislodged. Two months later, he failed his final martial arts exam. He failed to become a field agent. Actually the value is enough to enter as an analyst, but he chose to repeat two more semesters at STIN. Since then, they have never met again.

Fadil's daydreams fell out when he heard the knocking on the door. "Just go in" replied Fadil.

Kiki opened the door of Fadil's room, as the light from the gap slowly widened. "Light the lights, yeah!"

"Aren't you light?" Tanya Kiki approached Fadil's bed after the room was lit by lights.

"Lumayan," said Fadil half lazy.

"So, the team just cleaned up Brother's blood. About brother's shoulder,..."

Fadil recalled, Kiki also already knew his secret. Did he spread his secret? Fadil tried to wipe those thoughts from his head. He was sure, Kiki wouldn't be like that. "Well, thank you."

"Sister's hand healed?" tanyakanya.

Yes, regarding worship, Fadil has his own way. He would not allow anyone else to heal his hands. This was obtained from his last doctor. The way is effective and easy. "Not yet" said Fadil. Sit down. "it happens that you're here. Help me, will you?"

"Ready, Brother."

The way the last doctor explained it only requires a brick (Brick of cement). Fadil should only lie on four high ones. While his right hand he hung while grasping the stone. It hurts, but he recovers faster this way.

"Thank you, yes," said Fadil gasping. His hands had reunited after enduring a few minutes of pain.

"Either. Doesn't it hurt, brother?"

Fadil laughs. "Don't you see my expression when this healing took place?"

Kiki.

Fadil punched slowly on his junor's shoulder, then laughed even harder.

***

A week later I was given the graduation results. I can guess he will fail to become a field agent again. You see, the swimming tests he failed, karate, free fights, boxing, and some other martial arts he also failed. Anyway, any activity involving both hands, he failed. In fact, he got good marks in gun control tests. But, still, it takes more than that to become a field agent.

Unlike last year, this time he accepted his position as an analyst. Actually he wants to make another year. But his finances said something else. It's time he worked.

Glumly he came out of the announcement place. There was no reason for him to linger there. Linger there is the same as reminding him of his failure. Actually, he wanted to go straight back to his room. He needs to calm down. But, suddenly there was someone shh to him. Instantly Fadil's head turned towards the direction the sound was coming from.

Fadil's eyes caught a man a little older than him. Two four or two five, the assessment is in the heart. He was wearing black clothes. Starting from a leather jacket to jeans that are worn. His skin is pure white unlike Fadil who is tanned. His body is proportional like Fadil, his height is also almost the same, the range of 175s. Her hair was trimmed short, neat, thin on both sides and combed back.

Fadil thinks he's his senior. But, he felt completely unfamiliar with her face. He was amazed for a moment.

"Hey, kid," she said.

Fadil feels weird to call a boy. He is 23 years old, you know. "Eh? I'm Fadil, Brother."

"Oh, yeah. Excuse me. Fadil Kurniawan, right?"

Fadil was a little surprised, hearing his full name mentioned so easily. "Kok, can you tell my name?"

"I already know a lot about you. You want to be a field agent, right?"

"Then, come with me. We'll talk somewhere else."

The mysterious man put his hand in his jacket pocket. He looked around, making sure no one was watching. Then, start walking. Fadil was uncomfortable with her. But, his legs were bewitched to follow that person. Why these? Who her?

Fadil was invited to one of the classrooms at the school. "I don't think anyone will hear what we're saying here" the mysterious man said.

"What do you want, brother?" ask Fadil in doubt.

"You sure you want to be a field agent?"

Fadil. "Yes. Sure." Sure."

"If you want you can go in there."

"Eh? Meaning, Brother?"

The mysterious man moved his finger, gesturing to approach. Fadil approached with a little fear. "I can put you in easily, on one condition," he whispered

"Condition?" ask Fadil.

He was so innocent, thought the mysterious man. "You'll have to pay fifty million."

At that time, Fadil realized that he was being invited to do a bribe. Well, he just remembered, there are rumors that say that in every graduation there will be foreigners who will offer the desired job with the requirement to pay so many millions. He still could not believe that all this was true. But, Indonesia, has advanced. All kinds of corruption and bribery have been abolished. There is still a yeah.

Previously, in a short story, Indonesia is now independent which is truly independent. The government in 2033 is already growing rapidly. Any kind of cheating in the government is clean, or it looks like that. The population is increasing drastically. Social inequality is almost non-existent. Outsiders say, this is the glory of the Indonesian nation.

"Hm, you can pay later. How's it?"

Fadil gulped, confused what to say. "Hm, still, brother. Money is big for me."

"This money is nothing compared to your dreams, you know," seduced the mysterious man.

His heart had already rejected the man's offer. However, if he was rash, perhaps he could go further.

"You or not? I still have other business."

"Eng .. no, Brother. Sorry."

"Yes, you can go."

"Thank you."

Fadil hurriedly exited the room. That was an interesting offer for him. He can be a field agent easily. But, not like that, either. "Eh, kid!" call the mystery man.

Fadil stopped at the door.

"If you tell this to someone else, I'll finish you off. Remember, I can know you wherever you are." The man left a paper map on the table.

Fadil approached to see it. Meanwhile, the mysterious man left her.

Fadil opened the map. Instantly his eyes widened. Look, on the map it's about him. Starting from physical characteristics, daily activities, even photos that show important events during the year. The mysterious man had not only been bluffing. Fadil is really being watched.