Mastenges

Prologues

Paijo stands in one of the luxury houses with numbers that are believed to be lucky numbers, namely numbers 8 to 9. With a high, closed gate. In fact, to peek through the gap of the gate, into the courtyard of the house was not able to. The house has 2 gates. The main gate and the second gate.

Paijo scratched his non-itchy head, then he looked for a bell button for him to press, in order to call the man on guard to open the gate for himself. Paijo looked confused, he had searched many times, but did not find the bell button. Finally, Paijo decided to just sit on the floor, right in front of that gate.

The cool wind blew slowly, the cold air because of the rain that from last night flushed the city of Jakarta, and just stopped a few hours ago, making Paijo began to sleepy because of it. Paijo had just fallen asleep a few hours before he did his job, which was to apply for a job at home that had the lucky number.

A few days ago, Paijo had just landed in the city of Jakarta, after he had served several months in central Java, precisely in the city of Batang. After the mission was completed, Paijo was pulled back to Jakarta and given a more challenging mission, which was to investigate an illegal business whose owner was allegedly Mr. Pongki Susilo, he is also a furniture and real estate entrepreneur. Now, Paijo was at the home of Mr. Pongki Susilo, who was also the target of his operation.

Paijo, a handsome man who has the real name of Typhoon Alexander. Is a member of the unit tasked with investigating important and dangerous cases. He is often tasked with investigating the mafia and all kinds of illegal crimes disguised in the country.

"Supreme Alexander.."

"Every sir," said the Typhoon who stood upright with a perfect posture ala a military.

Mr. Sudrajat, his superior, glanced at Typhoon at a glance and looked back at the file on the table. Then, Mr. Sudrajat used his reading glasses and read the file carefully.

"Are you ready for a new task?"

"Ready Sir!" Hurricane again.

"Good, now come closer, and sit in this chair" said Mr. Sudrajat, inviting the Cyclone to sit in front of him.

The typhoon stepped forward and pulled the chair in front of Mr. Sudrajat's desk. Then, he sat down with a perfect attitude and looked straight ahead of him.

"You read this file," Pinta Bapak Sudrajat while presenting a file that has several pages.

Without hesitation, Typhoon grabbed the file and began to read it calmly. After a few minutes, he finished reading it and nodded with what he had just read in the file.

"I want you to handle this. Pongki Susilo is a cunning man who is very difficult to dismantle his crimes. He wrapped up all his illegal business with his official business. We've had intel several times to break it down. But he is very sly and slippery. Now, that hope we leave on your shoulders. I hope you are able to do this task. Judging from your track record, I believe you are capable of this task. Do you understand?"

The typhoon looked at Mr. Sudrajat with an expressionless cold face. Then, he nodded with certainty.

Typhoon flinch, he continues to listen to all the instructions given by his superiors.

"It looks like your style should be in make over to be more unpredictable. After that, you can immediately do your job,"

"Well Sir!" Sahut Typhoon while nodding, understand.

"Good, now, you sign the file. It belongs to you" said Mr. Sudrajat.

Without hesitation, Typhoon took out a ballpoint that was in his suit pocket and signed his duty file. Then, he got up from his seat and rushed to start his new task.

"Welcome to work" said Mr. Sudrajat while shaking the hand of Typhoon.

Typhoon smiled thinly and left the room Mr. Sudrajat. After that, Typhoon knew what he had to do. He was used to doing such tasks and he was prepared with all the ideas he had.

Typhoon intends to apply for a job at the target's house. Most important at this time, the Typhoon can be received first in the house, so that he freely observes the motion of his target, namely Mr. Pongki Susilo.

Typhoon went to barbershop and changed his hairstyle for the worse, after the hairstyle he wanted had he got, he said, he also returned to his house and collected his old clothes that he deliberately kept as one of the supports in the world of work he lived.

The typhoon stood in front of the mirror and noticed his silly looking self. Then, he smiled amusedly and shook his head.

"It's disgusting" he said, taking off his t-shirt and throwing it in his shabby backpack. Then, he laid his body on the bed and looked at the ceiling of his room.

To this day he is still alive is a miracle. His duties are not harmless. Everything is very dangerous. Some time ago, in Batang, his disguise was almost revealed before the mission was completed. His life was almost floating. If not for the intelligence he had, of course he had gone home lifeless. Or even, his body will never be found and has died without his family knowing.

Typhoon grabbed a photo that was inside the frame that stood on his nightstand. He looked at the smile of a beautiful middle-aged woman with a distinctive smile similar to his. Yes, the woman is the mother of Typhoon, named Erna Sulastri, a Javanese woman who has elegant blue blood. Right next to his mother, stood a man in military service clothes who was so gallant. He was the father of Typhoon, Amoroso Pakusodewo. Typhoon men are so admired and so it is, Typhoon is motivated to choose to be part of a large family of truth enforcers, who are official in the country.

Typhoon has two younger siblings who are still in college and school. The first is Pinky Ayala, a prospective doctor who is also the first sister of Typhoon. While the second is Guntur Langit Ramadhan, who is still in high school. Typhoon loves his family and will do anything for his family.

"Let's see, and let's prove if I can expose Pongki Susilo," he muttered, putting his family's picture back on the nightstand, right next to his bed.