Mastenges

33. What is this feeling?

"For a while, sir, I want to find food first in front. I happened to have not eaten sir," Typhoon said.

"Loh, haven't eaten yet? Why didn't you tell me from earlier Jo?" Pongki looks worried about Typhoon.

"Yes not hungry yet, sir" the Typhoon smiled awkwardly.

"Yes, you look in front of the complex. Just use a motorcycle on the back there's a motorcycle."

"Sir, I apologize, leaving the boss alone. So it doesn't feel good," Typhoon scratched his head that didn't itch.

"Oh, it's okay. I'll just wait here."

"Is it really boss?"

Pongki nodded with a smile to Typhoon.

"Oh yeah, boss, would you like me to get some food?" Ask Typhoon.

"No, I ate it."

"Okay, boss, I'll go first.."

"Yes, be careful Jo.."

Typhoon nodded and smiled, then he stepped into the back of the pavilion building to pick up one of the motorcycles that were there. There are a lot of motorcycles, it is exactly like the show room in the place of motorcycle sales. The motorcycles were all owned by Pongki, who deliberately bought many motorcycles for the transportation of his employees, when asked to buy something, to a distance that is not too far away.

Typhoon chose a simple motorcycle, then he rode his bike to buy food.

"Jo.. Where are you going these nights?" Ask the gatekeeper.

"Anu Pakde, I want to find fried rice, or other heavy food. I haven't eaten yet" Typhoon said.

"Owalah Jo's... Jo.. I nitip a pack of cigarettes huh.." Said the gatekeeper, while showing his cigarette pack.

"Ready sir" said Typhoon.

The gatekeeper, opened the gate, and allowed the Cyclone to come out.

Actually, Typhoon didn't intend to buy fried rice or anything like that. He just wanted to meet his team who was disguised as a fried rice seller in front of the housing complex. Not because of anything, they just want to stay around the Typhoon, so that the Typhoon is safe from all possibilities. If anything happens, the team will easily arrive quickly to help the Typhoon.

The typhoon parked the motorbike he borrowed next to a fried rice cart. Then, he sat down next to his colleague who was undercover.

"Make fried rice, which is spicy yes," Canda Typhoon.

His colleague just smiled and started making fried rice for Typhoon bring it back to Pongki's house.

"How's it?" Whisper of that man named Jajat.

"Daddy," said Typhoon, shaking his head.

"Why?"

"I should be a teacher," said Typhoon with a wry smile.

"Hahahahahah..reward to you," said Jajat who chuckled at the Hurricane.

"That's the reward, but Suprapto's already complaining" Sesal Typhoon.

"Oh, is his wife going to give birth?"

The typhoon nodded and lowered his face.

"Patience Pan, even though we are all very dependent on you. We also understand, you are plunging directly in the nest, it will certainly not be easy," Jajat said.

Typhoon smiled blandly, he looked at the overcast sky that night. Suddenly, he imagined the face of Bella who lately quite disturbing his mind.

"Why are you Pan?" Jajat who was making fried rice, glanced at Typhoon who looked agitated.

"Jat, to be honest, I judge, Mr. Pongki is a good man."

Jajat frowned, while continuing to concoct the fried rice he was making.

"Well how?" Tanya Jajat was curious.

"Yes well, besides understanding, he is also a wise man. It seems that he will quit his ill-gotten business" Typhoon half-whispered. Although the situation around the fried rice cart was quiet.

"It's none of our business Pan, the important thing is, we focus equally on the task," Jajat tried to remind Typhoon.

"Yes anyway.. Not only is Pongki good. His wife was very good. Don't know, why they could be producers huh.." The typhoon breathed a long and heavy breath. Then, he arranged Jajat who was lifting the fried rice he had just made, and put it on the rice wrapping paper.

"If it's his son?" Ask Jajat.

The typhoon smiled faintly and shook his head.

"Beautiful, he said Pan?"

Typhoon smiled again, he bit his thin lips and lowered his gaze.

The cyclone looked at Jajat and shook his head.

"Let's not.. After all, she won't be with me, either,"

"Hahahaha.. People say yes, people who are inferior, actually do not like, but really like. It's just that, no confidence!"

"What the hell!" Typhoon laughed and took a cigarette from the pack of cigarettes he had just removed from his pants pocket.

"Wear pickles no?" Ask Jajat.

"Whatever," said the Typhoon, burning the cigarette. Then, he sucked the cigarette deeply and exhaled it into the air.

"But she is beautiful."

Jajat fell silent and looked at the Typhoon closely.

"So right? You like the kid?" Ask Jajat.

"Yes no, just admiring the beauty of nyam All this time, I've never met a girl as beautiful as her. Suppose he's not the son of my target...." Typhoon stopped speech.

"Wantas? You want to marry her?" Chirps Jajat.

Typhoon smiled again and returned to smoking his cigarettes.

"Yes, that's so pretty..Loss on winarin,"

"Hahahaha.crocodile you are Pan..." Ledek Jajat's.

"Not crocodiles, a man's eyes can't lie." Said Typhoon while handing over a piece of money twenty thousand rupiah, to Jajat.

To receive the money, like sellers and buyers in general. Then, he handed a packet of fried rice that he had placed in clear plastic, to Typhoon.

"Take off, buy cigarettes" Typhoon said.

"Yes Pan, be careful" Jajat said. Then, he continued to look at the Typhoon that was turning on the motorcycle engine and went to leave him.

"Pa.. Pan. Singles too late, so be it.." Say Jajat while smiling to yourself.

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A few minutes later, Typhoon returned to Pongki's house. After he handed the gatekeeper's cigarette and got the money to buy the cigarette, Typhoon parked the motorcycle back to where he came from. Then, he rushed to his room.

Arriving at the Typhoon in the room, he was surprised to see Pongki sleeping on the floor of his room. The cyclone scratched its head that was not itchy. How can a Pongki comfortably sleep on a floor with only a mat?

The typhoon stepped in, eager to wake Pongki up. However, when he saw the tired face of the middle-aged man, he began to feel pity.

"I why the hell? How did it get like this?" His inner.

"Waken up, did I tie her hands and force her to confess?"

"Ah, later get out of here, I will die later," Inner again.

The typhoon could only sit in front of Pongki who was lying on the floor.

"Oh my God, seeing him I remembered my father. What if he goes to jail at an old age? He's a good guy, but one side, he's a bad guy. Ah... actually he's good what's evil?" The typhoon again scratched its head that was not itchy.

"I woke up this time, yeah,"

Typhoon tried to touch Pongki's hand.

"Sir... boss sir..." The typhoon touched her slowly.

Pongki flinching, just his snoring getting firmer. Indicates the man is quite tired of what he is currently carrying.

"Yes already, once felt the sleep with its own target," Inner Typhoon, as he unfolded his fried rice wrap. He also ate the fried rice while continuing to watch the face of Pongki who slept soundly.

"Enak also cook the Jajat. Rada salty anyway, does he want to marry again," his inner self while smiling amusedly.

After the fried rice that Typhoon ate, he burned a cigarette while continuing to pay attention to Pongki, who fell asleep comfortably in the room of the person who would drag him into the hotel prodeo.

"Come dong sir, tomorrow to the factory. Let my mission be completed," Inner Typhoon.

"Together with. a-I promise, I will repent Berta.. I'm going to be converted, and I'm not going to touch that business again. Be-berta... Don't leave me Berta."

Typhoon was silent, he could not believe if Pongki had just been delirious by saying the words he had just heard.

The typhoon again noticed Pongki's anxious-looking face in his sleep.

"Sir, I don't want you in jail either. But, do I have to pretend to be blind, because all this time the father has damaged the younger generation a lot, and let the father get away with it? Or...." The typhoon stopped.

Suddenly the Typhoon remembered the faces of Berta and Bella.

"Arghhhhh..what is this feeling!" His complaints in the heart.