My husband's Intel
Ch 11 - Love Letter
POV Aksa written by Densa
"Honey, my SK is down.”
The sumringah raut that used to be present on Dira's face every time we made a video call vanished instantly. The smile that had been expanding instantly withered, its look turning pale.
“I have to task again,” it feels a bit unbearable to continue because Dira's eyes start to glaze over. “I was given spare time a week to prepare.”
Dira immediately nodded with a follow-up question. Over where? How-how long? The bahayakah? And various other questions that show that his anxiety is not made up. And again I had to lie that everything was going to be okay. I don't want that pretty face to grieve if I have to know that no human can guarantee a safe mission or not. Including the mission this time.
I'm not sure if this job is safe. The tasks in the first division are never safe, it is certain to be faced with targets and intelligence from the country that will be entered. The opposing country will send counter intel, as a precaution there is secret information leaked by the incoming intel. While the target will also prepare his men to track the presence of intruders. Like a battle One against many.
Looks like that hunch also went into Dira's heart. He continued to chase with a barrage of questions to make sure that this task was completely safe.
“I hope.” that's all I can answer with a breath.
I stared at Dira's face on the phone screen. I memorized that her face was turning red, meaning she was in an emotional fashion. Her tears started to flow down her cheeks.
***
In addition to not telling the details of the task, I also had to not tell Dira if for one week I had been in Jakarta. Afraid she's reckless and overtakes. So I keep saying that if we were still in the field every time we communicated, it was certain that he would not dare to follow across the island.
Time to prepare before departure. From physical tests, psychological tests, exercises and creating a new identity, I always took the time to contact him. Even have to hide from other colleagues so as not to be ridiculed them because they are busy being slaves to love. At home for hours staring at the phone screen, Chatingan without knowing the time again. I can feel at home sitting in a safe house garden chair to be able to chat or call with Dira.
“Aksa!” Reni shouted from the second-floor balcony while fluttering the paper in her hand at me.
“What is it?”
“Duty letter Lu.”
I hurried up and received a piece of paper from Reni. Letters with garuda logo surrounded by small stars. A letter ordered the agent to complete the final ritual before leaving tomorrow.
“OP how?” my many.
“As usual 30% first. Via crypto.”
30 Percent of operational funds, enough for the mission doang. No one can get into the bag. Moreover, the cost of living in New York is unusually high. It could be exhausted before the next thaw.
“Oh yes. You guys are spread out at 4 points. So the four people on duty are not in one location. You will be assisted by the agent from there.”
“CIA?”
“Can be. It could be Interpol. Partner data will be sent later tonight. Via KBRI.”
“Baik”
Reni submitted the letter of duty with a passport with a new identity along with a commercial plane ticket to San Francisco.
“Why to San Francisco?”
“One agent will stop there, one to Washington, one to LA and you to NY.”
“What is the most distant cave? They are 3 near!” Obviously I protested, San Francisco, Washington, and Los Angeles are in the western United States, while New York is in the Eastern area. Just like the 3 men in aceh, north Sumatra and sumbar while I was in Papua.
I read the name on the ticket and the passport.
Reni turned her body about to leave.
“Why don't you go straight to NY? Away from SF to NY.”
“You remember the word MenKeu! Peng-he-ma-tan!” Said Reni imitating the style of the minister's mother.
I had to resign and put my tiken and passport in my pants pocket. This passport must be maintained because this booklet is the only way home and all real identities will be restored. If this passport is lost, the original identity may not return.
I grabbed my phone and opened Dira's message. Now it's time to tell the girl about my departure.
“Tomorrow I leave.” I typed a message and sent it to whatsapp Dira. Only a few seconds later, the message was read.
As usual Dira replied with a myriad of questions that I could not answer.
“Just you calm down. Everything is safe and fine. I will keep calling you!”
***
After informing Dira, I went into the mess and met 3 other colleagues who will also leave tomorrow. This is the first time we have worked together on 1 mission.
When I came in, they were already gathered in the room. Put all personal items in the box. I sat on the end bed, started sorting the stuff I had to stay in.
“Aksa, Have you made a love letter?” Bang Hendra said hello, he was holding a pen and a piece of paper.
“Not Bang yet, tar aja. The cave has already filled it. That-that's it. Hahaha.”
“Lu delicious, still bachelor. If we had a baby. Nulis this makes it heavy.”
The love letter we mean is a will that must always be made before leaving for a mission. Because the letter is the last communication to the family if something happens that causes the agent to go home. I've written this letter dozens of times, and it's lucky it never made it to my mom and dad in Padang.
I grabbed the paper and started writing similar sentences like dozens of wills ago. But this time there is a second letter that goes to the tip of the island of Java.
“To Anindira Calista,
if you receive this letter. I can't see you anymore. The promise to see you after the mission is over I must deny it and it will never come true.
Maybe you will be sad for a few days because of the loss, but after that everything will return to normal. You have to go back to life and find new happiness. Keep running your hobby and profession. I'm sure you'll be a great writer someday.
In exchange for my absence, I will leave this identity necklace as a memory that I once had in your day. Aksa Pradipta.”
Identity necklaces I put into the folds of the letter paper, and put into the box along with other personal items.
I'm ready to go.
***
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