HERBS
Intiqam (3)
"So, Mrs. Vizier, is there anything you can explain?" dharma asked as he arrived in front of their house to Kavyana who released his seatbelt.
Kavyana chuckles. The call Dharma had just uttered to tease her made her tickle.
"I'm tired, tomorrow only Dharma Mas ask Deva, ok?"
Kavyana opened their car door. Then straight down. He wanted to get to his room and sleep. He's so tired.
Dharma does not come down. He was still thinking about the surprises that Kavya had displayed for him all day. How could all this be? It feels confusing to him. What he missed, he doesn't know.
The Vizier and Queen.
Both are the same, just different terms. The strongest and freest chess piece of his movement.
Dharma guessing, what is the puzzle until Kavya who must occupy the position of the strongest chess piece?!
This is Deva's plan. Tomorrow he will ask the man. Didn't Kavya say that?
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Dharma accidentally meets Deva at Rukoh market. Rukoh Main Street, Rukoh, Syiah Kuala. At that time, Dharma only wanted to take the Kavyana groceries left behind.
While Deva, it seems like it was deliberately stalking. Not the Dharma, but others. Opponent pawn, maybe.
Deva realizes the presence of someone who follows him, then draws the hand of the follower aka Dharma. Then, find a place to talk. For that they headed to Padang stall.
"What are you doing, Dev?!" Dharma asked.
Not that he was upset over the forced withdrawal from Deva. But the man's intent involved Kavya. Dharma was suspicious of Deva.
"We can speak well, can't we, Commander?"
They're heading for an empty table in the corner. Then sit facing.
"Say! I don't have much time!" ketus Dharma's.
Deva grinned. Then, he raised his right hand into the air while directing his gaze at the servant.
"Sheep rice, two!" said Deva as the maid asked for her order.
"Drink?" the waiter asked back.
"Corrus juice and ...,"
"Sidikalang's bitter black coffee!" cut Dharma fast.
The servant took note and said goodbye to them to make the order.
"I didn't know you liked bitter coffee. But believe me, bitter coffee and milk coffee taste different." Deva tried to make the atmosphere calm.
"I'm not here to discuss coffee!" Dharma responded coldly.
"That's right! I'll ask, why do you want to come to me?" deva's tone of voice sounded very serious.
"What do you mean take Kavya on this mission?" Dharma insinuates Deva.
Deva's stunned. A moment later he grinned. "I don't mind if Kavya becomes the leader."
"That's not what I mean!" dharma said while showing off his haughty smile.
He knew the meaning contained in Deva's sentence. Not Dharma envied his wife, instead he feared the safety of the wife who was threatened later.
"So what?" Deva asked, putting on an astonished face, which was contrived.
"Whatchu mean? Stop playing around, and be serious!"
Back the man in front of the Dharma grinned.
"Commander, this is part of the mission, that's all I can say right now."
Dharma looked at him coldly. Ignoring the groans of the strange man before him.
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Kavya held her seatbelt tightly. Dharma drives the car at maximum speed. He looks angry now. He really wanted to strangle Deva this time as well
"What's up, Mom?" asked Kavya who was still clutching her seatbelt with her voice sounding vibrating.
Dharma just remembered, he was not alone in the car. It seems that Dharma is lacking focus and needs mineral water. Slowly, the man slowed down the speed of his wheel.
"Sorry Kavya, I'm not in a good state right now" said Dharma tightly grasping Kavya's hand.
The woman looked at the Dharma inside. Then stroked the back of her husband's left hand which was holding his right hand.
"It's okay."
Kavyana smile. "It's gonna be okay, Mom."
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Dharma is still contemplating Deva's words about Kavya is the most important piece in the mission. Queen/Vizier.
No way! Should Kavyana get involved? The Dharma mind rages.
Dharma is not inexhaustible, what is Deva really planning? He stared at the wall of his room which was abstract patterned which reminded him of Deva's life.
Kavya opened their room door. Making the Dharma awaken in its daydream.
"The sea is worried? What's up, Mas?" Kavyana asked softly.
Living many years with Dharma lets Kavya know when her husband is upset, anxious, sad, upset, and other emotions.
Dharma looked at Kavyana.
Kavyana drowned Dharma's head in the middle of her chest.
"I'll be fine, Mommy."
Kavya stroked her husband's mane gently.
"A bad thing, even if I think of you on a mission, it feels like I'm going to die!" the voice of Dharma is heard.
Kavyana tightened her embrace "I'll be fine. I promise,"
"Hold your promise" the Dharma tone threatened. Kavyana laughs.
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Slowly Kavyana opened her eyes. Somewhat glare due to the sunlight that pierced his eyes.
"Away awake?" dharma's masculine voice was heard in Kavyana's eardrum.
Kavyana got out of her bed. Then looked at her husband.
"Where are we, Mas? And what are you hiding from me?!"
"What do you think I can hide from you, honey?"
"But where are we?" Kavya approaches the Dharma.
However, a moment later his consciousness weakened and finally fainted. That's because Dharma sedates him.
"Sorry, Poetry." Dharma said.
He held Kavya who was fainting. Then kiss her forehead full of love.
Nanjar comes huddled. Breaking down the door a little hard.
"You can break the door." Dharma is calm.
Kavyana laid her body on the bed slowly.
"Say, what's wrong?" Dharma stepped closer to Nanjar after finishing with Kavyana.
"Someone has made a conspiracy with the killer of Deva's teacher and your son." A girl replied representing a shaken Nanjar.
The problem is getting worse.
"Who is he, Nanjar?" ask Dharma. However, his eyes looked at the woman.
"My wife, Mayarani." Nanjar replied with a grin.
Mayarani looked towards Kavyana who was lying on the bed.
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Deva went to the mosque alone. He deliberately went around the city of Banda Aceh to read the situation.
Togar and Bhishma could not go with him because they would accompany Maya and Nanjar to welcome an Islamic celebration in the square.
Deva flinched while looking at one object. Then he looked around. He lost fast.
The insolent! They're moving faster than I thought!
Deva cursed in heart.
With a quick movement, he moved away from the place.
"Absolutely interesting! It's a very interesting game." Someone's wearing a joke mask.
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Someone has to be accountable for every action. There is action and a reaction will occur. There is a reason, there is also a consequence. Is that not the law of nature?
In that magnificent apartment, sit on a sofa imported from Turkey, a prodigy, Roy Wijaya his name.
He is not alone, along with someone who claims to be named Hildan, one of the black members.
Having the same mission makes them unite to make it happen.
Their mission is, DESTROY!
"So, Hildan .. what's the next plan? you know, your thinking is so brilliant," praised the old man.
To create excitement and doubt in the brains of some people, it's a compliment that is indeed worthy of being pinned on Hildan.
"Didn't Togar make it in? We just have to wait for the results from it. They're our perfect pawns, sir," said the man.
"And you are the brain of this grand plan. I got those two, you got Deva. As perfect!"
The next moment only the sound of laughter was heard.
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Maya meets Bisma in a small surau near the traditional market of Darussalam. They worship the Creator, Allah.
"Nanjar knew Maya was with me?" ask Bisma wanderlust. Make sure no Nanjar will appear suddenly like a ghost on television that he watched the other day.
"You don't have to worry, I've asked her for permission."
Just as Mayarani finished his sentence, a shot rang out. Bullets penetrated right into their hearts.
And do you know who did it?
He is Togar!
