Moon In Hugs

Chapter 258

Aditya throws his incognito stick into the trash in the hotel parking area. He looked over there. There's no one. He also threw away some crisp bags containing a tear of his new identity card as a fake student.

“Nameless Teacher hasn't called me yet, but all the evidence I've got. I can relax for a moment,” he said to himself.

After his entire imprint of disguise was wasted, as usual, Aditya calmed down in a quiet place. There is no quiet place that ‘aman’ for her to contemplate and keep quiet for now, except hotels.

“Room for myself for last night, yes, Ma'am,” Aditya said at a welcoming receptionist.

“The room with single bed is full.”

“Order any room available,”.

Aditya stepped into the elevator shortly afterwards, then pressed the number 9. The floor where the room is. He arrived in the room about seven minutes later. Aditya went to the bathroom after putting down his small bag, then wet himself with warm water. He also let his tense head lately become a little relaxed with a warm splash of water.

After taking a shower, Aditya approached the phone plane in his room.

He wants to call someone. Maybe Frita. It might as well be Uncle Salim, but he thought it was unnecessary. He could meet them soon. It felt like after the entire mission was completed, he wanted to have a steady job. A job that does not make himself or those around him die.

A regular job like most people. He is very interested in living a normal life with Frita.

“About what job suits me, huh?” mumbling itself.

Since nothing was done, Aditya lay in the room. I don't know how long he hasn't been lying around like this. His life seemed to be incessantly flocked by a series of tense events full of anger.

It was as if he had never slept for a moment. Or, if only he had time to sleep, in that sleep would have been filled with endless nightmares. It was obviously very torturous.

Aditya planned to end this as soon as possible, so he called Rahman Sugandi.

***

The Nameless Teacher answered the phone calmly. Doesn't sound surprising. After all, he knew Aditya was no longer at home. And let it be if Amy Aurora lashes out at him.

“Yes, I know without you saying. It's done, isn't it?” said the old man.

“Already. It's too easy for this mission for me. Where can we meet so that I can hand over the evidence of Rama Subandi and his rich and spoiled friends?” ask Aditya.

“At the hotel where you stay, Dit,” replied Teacher Without Name.

Aditya nodded short.

Then he said, “I'm sure Mr. Gandi right now must know what color I'm wearing. And you also know what room I stay in. So, I do not need to give this hotel address.”

Rahman Sugandi chuckled softly. “Dit, thank you for helping so much. About the mission to Japan, all also know, if without you, not necessarily Rai can be invited to cooperate. Thank you.”

“Ya, Sir.”

They remained silent for a long time.

“I wonder who exactly Mr Gandi is? I don't fully believe that Mr. Collector is famous. Especially after this incident,” Aditya said without pressure.

“Well, you'll know later too. Or maybe you never know. Let time alone answer, Dit.”

Phone disconnected. Aditya is hungry. Remember that he had not had breakfast this morning. So he decided to go down to the restaurant downstairs, order something there, and enjoy his own food for the first time after the mission made him feel almost dead.

***

“You came this soon? Can I order food too?” welcome Aditya.

“No need, Dit,” replied Rahman Sugandi who then sat opposite him at the round table.

Jim turns out to be coming along, along with Commander Malik. I don't know what it's got to do with the three of them. Aditya is actually entitled to know and can force them to say something, but he wants to stop. Completely stopped and there was no need for any interference from these three people.

So, Aditya just said, “You guys bring the evidence that I have got. And let me continue living.”

Aditya opened a laptop bag that did not contain a laptop, but a flash disk, CD, a number of printed photos from the screenshot of Rako Subandi's phone, and some other evidence. It was quite burdensome for Rama and his elite gang. The usual pretentious in the nightclubs by bringing power and the big name of their father who is a politician.

Jim observed that and muttered, “Well, I think this is enough.”

“You can ask someone else for help to ambush or attack them or something. That is no longer my business,” Aditya said with a sharp look in his third eye. Then he sipped his drink.

“Ya, once again thank you, Dit,” said Teacher Without Name.

Aditya nodded. He turned to the waiter, asking her to bring him a menu. Aditya urged the three to accompany him for a drink before they left.

“We can talk about everyday, of course,” Aditya said this time looking relaxed.

“We will not mention any mission,” Malik said with a laugh.

“Not for now, tomorrow, or until anytime,” Jim continued.

The Nameless Teacher simply smiled. I was constantly looking into Aditya's eyes. Either there was a hidden meaning to that gaze. And Aditya doesn't care. Rahman Sugandi then congratulated him on his marriage which may be held in the near future.

“Yes, we should have been married some time ago. As for having to go to jail and be buried alive, I have to postpone it,” Aditya replied.

After a few minutes of Orbolan and their drinks, Jim and Malik prepare their team, ambushing Rama and his friends. It was the Night Squad who served here, but without Teo and Linda who were still being treated, also without their role models: Aditya.

“There are some new members in that squad,” Malik said before unplugging. “Maybe there will be a new name again later.”

Teacher Unnamed alias Rahman Sugandi was still sitting there when Jim and Malik had left the restaurant, disappearing behind the wall.

Aditya did not want to say anything, nor did Rahman say anything. So both of them just shut up. It looked like a pair of fathers and sons who were busy fighting a cold war.

“Yes, we finally parted ways, Dit,” Rahman said after rising to his feet five minutes later.

“Ya.”

“There is a chance we will meet again?”

“I hope not. But, without prejudice to respect, I still consider Mr. Gandhi as a figure teacher and father for me. I will not forget your kindness in the past,” said Aditya wisely.

They separated after hugging for quite a while. A hug that somehow felt stifling to Aditya.

Seriate....