Legionaries

Budiman Rudiantoro's

20 October 2018

At 20:10

"YOU've been running high lately, Bud. Wake up. There's a lot you need to get done first."

I read the advice of Bang Edi. Most likely, he was too saturated to give me the same tips. Nevertheless, not the slightest hint of resentment on his face. To me, he is like my own brother. While I was in trouble, I would not hesitate to visit him for advice and solutions.

His myriad of military experience, accumulated over more than three decades, has led him to the peak of his career. Eleven years ago, he succeeded in achieving the highest position in the country's intelligence agency. Bang Edi is not only good in the military. Among military officers, he was also known to be shrewd and capable in politics. Countless political sciences I had learned from him, which I then applied to run the wheels of the company.

Now, although Bang Edi no longer holds the same position, he remains a respected figure, both within the intelligence services and among military officers. His capacity as a capable intelligence swordsman was enough to make the practitioners of the government of this country amazed and decided to keep him involved in the body of the secret agency of the country. At present, despite only serving as an Advisory Board, the thoughts of Bang Edi still remain the main breath that moves the body of the intelligence agency. That is why he is still difficult to find even though he no longer holds an important position.

After being delayed for weeks, tonight he finally deigned to also give me time to make an appointment. I'm right that his vital role in the State Intelligence Command Agency is indeed very time and mind-consuming. To the extent that, I had enough difficulty to just sail to his residence. If I hadn't been honest about the emergency situation I'm in right now, maybe he wouldn't be willing to take the time.

"That's already the consequences of work. Never mind seeing you, meeting my daughter only once a week" he said on several occasions.

As an understanding friend, I should be familiar with the density of Bang Edi's work schedule. There's no reason for me to blame or, just question his negligence all this time. Tonight, he took the time to meet me. And, as a good friend, it never hurts to give a little surprise on this occasion.

Tonight I asked him to come to one of the elite karaoke spots in the northern half of the capital. We haven't had time to hangout together in a long time. Therefore, I've already ordered a female call to accompany her tonight. I always understood what my friend wanted. As an intelligence activist whose daily life is spent with confidential analysis and investigation data, a woman's warmth must be one of the things she misses most. However, more than that, I actually also intended to ask for his help regarding the legal case that is currently convolving me.

"From now on you must forget those dreams for a moment. Focus on what's in front of you." Secretly I feel proud to hear firsthand the advice of one of the important figures of this country. "What do you need help now?"

To focus more on this conversation, I took a remot of the karaoke monitor screen and turned down the volume of the song that had been playing for a few minutes without a vocal sound. "I need to make sure my name's safe, Bang. And, in order for that to happen, I had to get rid of one of the top K.A.K officials who handled my case. There's no other way."

Bang Edi stole a moment to suck his cigar deeply. Then the thick smoke of the cigar was poured into the air. "That's look. Don't worry. As long as my business is still on its way, about killing-killing there's no problem."

"It looks like Bang Edi never had a problem, huh? Just call here and there, business kelar," I praised, while also reflecting cigar smoke.

"But gini, Bud." I glanced at him for a moment. "Frankly, my business needs operational funds. If you don't mind..."

"aaahhhhhh. Be sure about that. Whatever the cost, you just write it in check," as I, while chuckling short.

"Hehehe. It's good that you understand." As one of my friends who is also often a loyal customer, I feel benefited by the existence of Bang Edi's secret business. Likewise with dozens of other large entrepreneurs who routinely use the services of Bang Edi's men. As a close person to Bang Edi, I am happy to see that his business is now growing rapidly. Because, I'm one of the people who witnessed Bang Edi's efforts in building the business starting from scratch. "Oh yes. Do you still want to use the same person or do you want to try something else?"

"In addition to Herma... What was his name yesterday?"

"Hermaphrodite?"

"Well that's what I mean, Bang. "

"Part of the name of the assassin alone must be westernized so. Why not just use the name 'Si Bencong. 'Can fit better with the guy."

"Ah, you are this. What matters is the result. After all, the name itself was chosen, not me," said Bang Edi, as he reached into his suit pocket to pick something up.

"Let's call it 'Si Bencong. Let's not sprain my tongue." Bang Edi nodded in agreement. "Well, other than that 'Si Bencong', who are the others? You see, I deg-degan also saw his haphazard work. Too sadistic and flashy. For example, yesterday. Cook Djanggo cigarettes until made like minced meat so? Sembrono. If those cops get caught up, 'cause they're gonna mess with the business, Bang."

"Now!" Instead of responding to my lengthy statement, Bang Edi gave me a pocket-sized catalog book. "You just choose who you want. As usual, you want your target to be hit by a car, die of exhaustion in a hospital or be eaten by genderuwo?"

"Genderuwo?" While laughing softly, I frowned listening to the sloroh Bang Edi.

"Oh, yes. You've never used the services of 'him'. Yes, listen carefully to my story." Bang Edi's face suddenly turned serious. "Local media used to call him, The Monster. Some other media use the term Black Monster. But I prefer to call him 'The Black Mail'. Unlike the other assassins, this one's identity really 'no one knows. Mysterious really. To the extent that, I have never even seen his true form. Whether it's a girl or a boy, I don't even know."

Without me noticing, my mouth gaped upon hearing Bang Edi's fascinating story surrounding one of his hit men. "Maybe that too, Bang."

"Want? But if this one's operating costs a bit decent, anyway."

"Alaaah, Bang. I already told you. The cost's not about."

"Deal?" bang Edi said as he asked me to shake hands.

"Deal!" The palms of the two of us then shook each other. With great familiarity, I embraced Bang Edi's aging body. The once muscular burly body seemed to begin to weaken eroded by age. Bang Edi was not unconscious of age. The man, who is now more than half a century old, plans to retire next year along with the end of his tenure in this five-year period. I myself can't wait for those moments so that the two of us can freely meet face to face and mingle as usual.

"Oh yes, Bang. Like we're together again, I have a little surprise, no, make Brother."

"Surprised? Ah, you are just like ABG. I don't remember the age."

While sending a short message to someone who was outside the karaoke room, I responded to Bang Edi. "That's it. Old man just shut up. Coming soon, the surprise"

Soon, the door to the karaoke room opened. A young woman appeared from behind the door. "Well, here it is. Come on in." I asked, to the oriental young lady. "This is what I mean by surprise, Bang."

Apparently what Edo, the local pimp, said, is true. Perhaps the age of the woman is only about 20 to 25 years. It was clearly drawn from her graceful and charming face. His body is also perfect. Not too fat, but crazy and dense in certain parts. I feel no loss in paying the expensive rate for the duration of the night.

"here. Sit." Sit." I asked the woman to sit in the middle between me and Bang Edi. "What's your name, sweetie?"

The woman's lips turned on a smile that teased desire. With a soft voice, he answered my question. "Letisha."