Hastungkara Hotel Blockade

Episode 12: The Story of the Hero

Fadil scrunched his forehead. Confused and surprised to paint his face. As if he were asking, you mean? But, Fadil's tongue feels faint. His mouth was only slightly open and nothing came out of it except empty air.

The hero put a steak in his teflon. The sound of ces oil and steak coming together filled the kitchen. His face is still grim. "Ah," he exasperated after glancing back, making sure no one heard the conversation. "The story is long."

"I'm ready to listen" said Fadil after a moment of silence.

The hero sighed again. Flip the steak with the spatulan. "All right, I'll tell you everything. You ever hear of the Red Syndicate?"

Fadil who felt unfamiliar with the word shook his head.

"Yeah, anyway." He chuckles softly. "The Red Syndicate has been ready for several months to openly attack our country. If you ask me, are they the terrorists you fought before? I guess not. The ones you fought against weren't them. That one I'll explain later. We'll talk about the Red Syndicate first."

Fadil put his ears even more correctly.

"But, if you ask me, is this Red Syndicate a terrorist organization? Yes, they are terrorists. Some emissaries from abroad. You know, right since Mr. ASN occupied the presidency, Indonesia advanced as fast as possible. Some of those advances are making huge losses for other developed countries. Like the export of gold, I mean the one that's been set up, the one with the big owner is us, so are snacks, packaged fruit, fuel, weapons, and more."

The hero put in the last steak. Fuck it with a spatula.

"The Red Syndicate consists of many countries that are disadvantaged, but there are also those from within this country. For the purposes of those from within the country it is not known with certainty. They may be a bunch of war-crazed psychopaths, yeah you know."

Fadil recalled Nina's round and cute face when she heard the word psychopath. Imagine him dressed as a terrorist and shooting innocent people from room to room. He shuddered. Mengerling Nina who is now buzzing a song for Pak ASN. It makes him a little calm.

"The "Red Syndicate has been building their headquarters since a few years ago. They were just a little annoying at the time. You remember the viral bomb that went off in a Mall in Jakarta when we were in school. Well, that's what they did. They're experts at reciting bombs. Otherwise the victim is more than 11,000. Five famous artists died at that time which became a topic of tranding on the news for several weeks because of his body that was not intact."

Fadil bit his lower lip. "So horrible are they?"

Hero nodded. Continuing, "A few weeks ago the Red Syndicate wrote a letter to my superior, Mr. Tundo, you must have known him, right? The letter contained a request for help to join the Red Syndicate as their last force needed to overthrow the president."

The hero put the last four toast in the grill pan that he had smeared.

"Then, your boss just won't he? Hmh!" fadil said he couldn't believe it.

"No, Mr. Tundo did not accept it immediately and would not have accepted it if it were not for me" Wira quickly charged.

"You?!"

Hero nodded. His hands were still nimble to lift the toast which now smelled fragrant in the air. Make their bellies bark wildly. But, not with Fadil, his stomach seemed to be crowded with reality that he had just swallowed raw.

"That's all my fault" repeated the moody Hero, "You remember the rumors of graduating from our school, that's what he said there would be strangers inviting you to graduate easily. Remember?"

Fadil recalled the mysterious man who approached him. "Yeah, I was also invited to my graduation yesterday. There was a mysterious man, he took me to an empty classroom. Offered me as a field agent for a fee. Of course I refused, even though I could pay for it later on, it was still unfair. He threatened me not to tell anyone this, he said he was always watching me. Even he gave me a paper map containing my activities during ..."

"the last few days, yaeh. I did too," the Wira said ", I also met them last year. I foolishly accepted it at that moment. Unexpectedly, Damar who was secretly watching me was invited by someone to follow me. He also came in the end. A month right after the inauguration we've completed the payment. We have also worked here often. Lurking or controlling important people. But, uh,..." Wira emphasized the word because Fadil looked envious of their assignment. "Many of those tasks fail and must be covered by the organization that included us. Everything is stored in JE000TZ file. That file has now been leaked, I hacked their files."

Fadil recalled, Wira was very good at hacking a long time ago. He fits in actually as a white hat hacker. But, he preferred to be a secret agent serving in the field.

"Why then did I easily hack them. All this I do is because I'm sick of it. I hate to see their innocent deaths. L'm... I am haunted by the shadows of those who died. Which I failed to save. Their screams and screams haunt my dreams, Dil. So, uh,..."

The hero stopped his sentence. Nina walked into the kitchen just then while sniffing around like a dog. "What do you say, anyway? When the food is finished, let's eat! If it's cold, it's useless, it's heating it."

"You just take your part, Nin," said Fadil upset that his conversation was cut off. His hand shoved a steak and half a toast on the plate at her. "We're eating here."

Nina shrugged her shoulders. Take that plate. He's really hungry. "Okay, I don't want to hear a guy talk. Because I know, you guys are talking about perverted things, right?" cynical accusation. But, both Fadil and Wira were just staring at him. Until Nina finally went alone. Back to the president.

"Well, Wir. Continue on!"

"Ep....Ok. Since hacking alone was not enough to unravel this rotten secret, I called the president's subordinates. Requesting a meeting with the president. Because I'm sure, if you tell him everything will be revealed directly. I asked for my meeting with the president at the Hastungkara Hotel yesterday at 21 in this room."

"Whether coincidental or how, the subordinate of the president instead told the subordinates of Pak Tundo to escort the president in this hotel. I'm sure, Mr. Tundo who was panicking because of the loss of the files I stole finally decided to join the Red Syndicate. I don't know what it's for, I don't know for sure."

Fadil mangosteen, biting his toast. "Then, what about Damar who betrayed you?"

"Oh, yes. I almost forgot. It just happened a few hours ago..." Wira told about the revocation of the task and Damar's non-acceptance. Until the story where Dmara killed all the presidential guards.

Fadil gawked at hearing it. Unbelievingly. "You're serious? Bomb wear?"

"Yes, it looks like he put it up while I'm off guard. Also the seat that the president occupied at the time. It's so stupid I didn't realize it. Though it was clearly a Secret Interrogation Property (PIR)-036."

Nina went back to the kitchen. His existence again made Fadil and Wira speechless. Before Fadil asked the reason to the kitchen again, Nina had already preceded him, "What?! I'm just going to the toilet, really!"

The toilet is in the kitchen.

"Yes..." The hero who wanted to ban was even glared at. "I'm not going to have your nasty chatter, okay?!" He stuck out his tongue. Opens door.

The hero shrugged his shoulders. Whatever, he thought. As expected Nina screamed loudly. Fadil who knew nothing immediately approached Nina. And, uh,.. Look, the bathroom is full of scattered bodies. Not wrong again, that's the body of the guards scattered due to the PIR-011 explosion.

"Don't be angry, I've warned you" replied Wira without looking at Nina beside him who was vomiting in the dishwasher.

Nina glanced sharply towards Wira. After washing his mouth, he came out of the room.

"Where are you going, Nin?"

"The bathroom is next door!"

Fadil returned to take a toast. Bite him again without feeling disgusted even though he had seen the scene earlier.

"I was in a hurry. I put their bodies in there, huh. If it's Damar, he's gone when I get back," Wira giggled.

"You don't eat, Wir?" tanya Fadil devoured the last piece of toast.

Hero shakes. "I'm not hungry. All this tension has filled me."

Hero nodded. Walk quickly to where the president is still asleep. Take a suitcase from under the bed. Laptop out. "Look, here!" he said enthusiastically. "This is my greatest hack in my entire life."

Fadil bowed to his side. Turn off the laptop screen. Wira put up his flash. Then, open the only folder in the flash. Instantly the laptop screen is full of these subfolders. There were targets, names, videos, and recordings of the dark activity. Fadil rubbed his face in disbelief. It's really similar in the movie. The difference is, it's real.

"This is all the data orgnization made by Mr. Tundo's predecessor. Yes, the Old Man is only a successor. This organization has been around for twenty years."

The hero shifts the cursor, the arrow, opening one by one folder. Fadil was more and more amazed to see it. He doesn't know what to say. His friend was really desperate to do such a big thing. "Crazy!" That was the only word that came out of Fadil's mouth.

"Maybe it is. I'm crazy, Dil. But, it's for the good of everyone."

Fadil. "You should have called me in the first place."

"We just made up yesterday."

They both laughed.

The hero closed his laptop. Both silent. Nina hasn't come back yet. Mr. ASN still did not move in the slightest. Blood transfusions are still ongoing. "Eh, Wir. I feel like they, I mean the Red Syndicate, have planned all this very well."

The hero shifts his seat closer to Fadil. "You mean?"

"Just look out there, shouldn't there be frenzied cops or reporters down there. Shouldn't they have seen the awkwardness after the hotel lights went out? Or hear a bomb blast?"

The hero just realized it. He got up from his seat. Step into the window. Beard. "You're right, Dil. Oh, my God, what they've done. I'm sure Mr. Tundo wasn't told about this. That means the Red Syndicate only uses the Pak Tundo organization as a diversion."

"Diversion?"

"It's just my speculation, anyway. But, no reporters after the hotel lights go out? That's almost impossible."

Waited for a moment. Fadil and Wira were swept away in each other's minds. Fadil glanced at the president several times. "Indeed, Mr. ASN got hurt why?"

The hero gave a look to Fadil. "Oh that, he was shot while saving his family? He was furious when his wife and son were shot in front of his own eyes."

Fadil was not surprised to hear that. He had heard something shocking so many times that he got used to it. The door opened, Nina appeared still with her sour face. He turned his face to the hero. Then, sit down on them.

"You angry, Nin? Baby you know?" said Fadil followed by his little laugh.

"Eh? She's pregnant? Ye... You guys..." The hero looked at Nina and Fadil alternately.

"Hus.." sergeant Fadil "don't think about it. I'm still a virgin. It's a long story."

"I'm ready to listen." Wira smiles.

"Unfortunately it's privacy. Uh... Mr. ASN is aware." Nina pointed to the president's open eyes.

"Silvy? The ira?" muttered Mr. ASN. Silvi was his wife's name and Nadira his son's name. "Silvy? The ira?"

"They must be fine, sir," said the clueless Nina.

The president's pupils moved towards Nina, then shouted "No! Nah! Nah! They're not okay. They've left me."

Before Nina answered, Fadil whispered to Nina about her second state. The president calms the president. "Quiet, Sir! Cool out! Now the most important thing is your safety."

The president's face turned angry. His muscle muscles twitched. "It's all your fault! Your fault! If you go straight to my request they might still be alive! Yeah, it's your fault! You little bastard! Here you! Here!" The President is trying to reach the body of the hero who looks resigned. But, Fadil immediately held the president's arm.

"Let go! Let him know what it's like to die! Let go, you're deaf, huh?! Deaf?!" the president who continues to wrangle. Now the soul he shows on television and the media is invisible. The middle-aged man looked chaotic.

Nina didn't know what to do, just fell silent about it all.

"Sir! Mr Ajisaka Satrio Naga?! Heyy?! Listen up!" snapped back Fadil. "I know the Father's emotional wife and son Father was finished before the eyes of the Father himself. Yeah, we won't know what you're feeling. Please understand the situation now. We're still in the stomach of the Hastungkara Hotel with hundreds of terrorists who want your death."

"Wild! Let me die as long as they don't! Not them!" raung Pak ASN is sad.

"If you die here? This country's going to be fucked, sir. That's what they want. All the work you have done since then will be in vain. This country will fall back."

Mr. ASN's voice was low. "But, though,... My family they've wiped out."

"Yes, I know. At least you have to live to fight. Not to be so late in grief as this."

President speechless. Stop thrashing. Fadil let go of his grip. He has calmed down. Nina sat back on the edge of the bed. Offering a meal was instantly answered a nod by the president.

"Oh, yes. Where are my clothes?" ask the president after the meal.

The hero stood up from his place. Taking the bloodied president's clothes. Some flies have swarmed him. Nina covered her disgusted nose. "This, Sir. Full of blood."

President accepts. Scooping the hidden pockets in his suit. A pen. End pressing. Dancing it in the ear like a carpenter. "Time to reply!" he smiled happily. However, for a long time the smile faded. Replaced with angry grunts. He did the same thing again, pressed the tip of the pen and put it in his ear.

"Sorry, Sir?! What exactly did you do?" ask Fadil to know.

"Contact special forces. But, it looks like the network in this area is broken."

Hero. "See, you're on the phone?"

President nodded.

Pale heroes.

Fadil, Nina, and Mr. ASN looked at him confused. As if asking, right?