He's Not Mine

36. The Sukoco Family Attack

At midnight the phone rang, a call from an unknown number. Once, twice, I ignored it. The third call I picked up, but there was no sound from across, and then I closed again. Before long the phone rang, I picked it up. I heard the sound of breathing several times. I didn't want to make a fuss, so I just turned off the phone.

The next day, when I wanted to leave for work, at the front door of the wheel there was a scratch of dry blood. I approached, accidentally stepping on a dead chicken. Chicken blood was a lot attached to the door, especially the door handle. I cleaned up the chicken carcass and washed the part of the car that was covered in blood. This activity makes me late for the morning apple.

Arriving at the office, at the table there is a parcel on the table. I asked the janitor, “Bu Marni, whose package is this?”

“Tadi sent ojek online, said the Commander who ordered, so I put it on the table,” replied ma'am Marni.

“I didn't order anything, did anyone get paid?” ask again.

“Nothing, Ndan. He said his motorcycle was paid. So who ordered that huh?”

“Ndon't know either. What is it about?” I approached the box, fumbling and smelling from it. Box closed, smell pungent.

“Please on videokan Bu, I will open this box!” I handed the phone to Marni's mom.

I slowly opened this tightly closed box. The foul scent burst out, Miss Marni covered her nose. The carcass of a rat that has been swarmed by maggot caterpillars. Madah put the phone on the table and ran out of the room, not far from the door she vomited up her stomach. Some of the staff who saw Miss Marni also shuddered in disgust. Some also wonder the cause. 

I closed the box, then sealed it tightly, then asked one of the members to bury it.

I believe that the Sukoco family is behind the terror. I could have investigated and cracked down but I didn't want to be rash, I still appreciate Colonel Teguh.

But the longer, the more outrageous the terror. I feel like I have to finish it, it can't be ignored.

The Sukoco family is one of the rich crazy Surabayan whose money is often splattered so much.

Having abundant treasures made the family very influential.

I invite my friends to discuss this terror. If continued legally, it could damage the reputation of Resti and Colonel Teguh, but if left unchecked it is very disturbing.

"We should report Colonel Teguh only, let him give understanding to the iron," proposed Suryo.

"Yes, but very weak. Time of business like this, Commander reported," I said.

"We went straight to Ndan. Ask for clarity and intention he sent the terror," said Hendrik.

"Gather complete evidence, then we go to his house for an explanation," Frans also suggested.

"We give IT the ability to trace the number of the attacker, from there we can follow to the location of the operation of the number!" Suryo added.

"There's a lot of numbers coming in, can you trace them all?" my many.

"As long as the number is active, it can be traced. If the number is off, it's hard to trace."

"I think it's better we track the number ourselves than we report it to Colonel Teguh!" i decided.

“But he did not declare blatantly threatening!” Hendrik.

“This is no ordinary terror!” suryo.  

“Imute him, if you think I'm scared. Maybe he was unaware of who he was dealing with!” I squeezed the paper on the table.

“I've called him several times, but he's not active. There are several numbers as well, more than three.” I gave Frans a cell phone.

“Can we track now,” Frans opens the laptop then fiddles in front of us.

“This is the coordinates, last activated five hours ago,” Frans explained.

“Our position where?” ask Hendrik.

“Disini,” said I and Suryo simultaneously while pointing at a point contained in the laptop screen.

“This is only one number that tracks, try another number. Frans returned to his laptop in front of him. “This number is active, close from here!”

“Ready slide!” Suryo yelling.

Me, Suryo and Hendrik head to the car. Hendrik drives the car, Suryo sits next to Hendrik and continues to communicate with Frans in the office to ensure the target is still in the same position.

Approaching the position, Suryo and I got out of the car near the target, while Hendrik stoodby in the car. The coordinates given by Frans were in one of the soldier's housing.

We turned the back of the house, studied the situation, ascertained the correctness of the coordinates Frans sent. I opened the side door that happened to be unlocked, we slid inside. The aroma of cooking smelled tempting tastes, the sound of the clangs of cooking utensils and the fire in the stove that lit made our movements almost inaudible to the chef in the kitchen. I glanced towards the kitchen, a young lady was engrossed in cooking. Suryo continued his steps into the room which was estimated as the central point of the coordinates. 

Seen a cellphone lying on the nightstand next to the bed, while the owner of the phone fell asleep on a soft mattress. I sat by his bed to the bottom of the bed. From outside Suryo's room stand guard then make a call to that number, making sure the number that once terrorized me was the true number of the owner of this house. There was no ringtone on the phone lying on the nightstand, but I heard the sound of a vibrating object from inside the nightstand, the target locked.

Suryo went straight into the room and gave the raw bogem to the slumbering person. In the martial techniques we mastered, we were able to execute punches that knocked opponents instantly unconscious. 

Getting a punch without excuse, the person suddenly fainted unrequited. I secured both the phone located on the nightstand, as well as the one in the drawer underneath. 

Suryo carried the man out. I gave a signal so we could get out without the cook knowing. Up close at the exit is heard, “ayo in, do not play outside!” the woman pulled the hand of a small child into the house. The woman returned to the kitchen and continued cooking. It felt impossible to get out of the door we had been through because the little boy was not far from the door. We turned towards the front door. The front door is locked, but the key child hangs on the door, one turn only, the door easily opens. We ran to get the person who was in the car.

Suryo and I flank the guy in the back seat. Hendrik drove to mess. Suryo and I watched the man. A member committed a cruel terror on me. All right, we'll finish it soon. Arriving at the mess, Suryo and I dragged the man down, sat him in a chair and tied him up.

Hendrik watched the man then glanced at his cell phone and then back took a bucket of water. He threw the water on his face. 

The man woke up, shocked. I was the first person he saw when he came to his senses. 

“Who told you?” Hendrik asked the man.

“What? Told what? Why am I here?” ask the guy.

“Don't say don't know me!” I pulled out a chair and sat right in front of him.

Suryo was beside me opening the person's phone, but the phone was locked. Then give the phone to Frans. Frans operated his laptop until he got the password to unlock the phone. After the mobile phone password was successfully opened, Frans gave it to Suryo. We opened and watched the chat one after another. “Stop, you guys can't do this, it's against the law!” yell that guy.

Hendrik punched the man in the mouth until he bled and fell silent. 

From the chat green application there is a chat that shows the order, a call to spread terror from the owner of the name Heru. 

“Who's Heru?” my many.

The man fell silent, Hendrik shook his head, “ayo replied!” but the man still kept his mouth shut. I made a video call to Heru's number. One call, not picked up, then I repeated the call again. The screen opens, a man looks shocked when he sees the person we are holding hostage in a bound state and mouth bleeding, “Stupid you!” then he closed the video call. I tried calling again but the number was in a dormant state.