My husband's Intel

Ch 4 - Meet Family

POV Aksa written by Densa

Arriving at Minangkabau International Airport, I immediately ordered an online taxi to drive home. The distance between the airport and the house is quite far, but if you have to move around the transportation is too reachable and complicated. Although somewhat expensive, online taxis are the most convenient option today.

An hour's taxi ride had arrived at the end of the alley and was forced to stop. Piles of building materials do not allow cars to barge in.

“Awak down in siko se, Da”

I'm down here, bang.

“Sorry yo, Da. Ndak talok oto ko naiak gunuang kasiak”

Sorry, bang. This car can't stand the sand mountains.

I paid then took down the backpack and suitcase from the back trunk and started walking down the small hallway.

“Hei Aksa, New tibo?”

“Hei, urang region ala rumi”

The greetings of the neighbors immediately welcomed the steps along the road to the mother's house. Since childhood raised in this neighborhood makes everyone from the end of the alley know me. Moreover, I used to be the baddest kid in this alley. All the neighboring guava I climbed up, even when the fruit was still in the shape of a pistil the size of a thumb tip. Sometimes the branches are rather large often cut to the material to make a rotary gasing toy.

All the little mischief I can pay off since I worked. I made a typical mini snack retail business next to my mother's house. The employees are all housewives in this alley. Since then, no one has brought up the guava pistil that I have eaten.

I've arrived at the biggest house in this alley. My mom and dad's house was restored 3 years ago. When successfully completing a single mission in Switzerland, the operational funds are quite a lot of restrained and can be used for repair costs.

“Assalamualaikum,”

“Waalaikum greetings, why not tell me that you want to go home?” He came to the door while carrying his son. Somewhat strange indeed, I am in this house called brother, even by brother, even though I do not have a sister.

“Where's mom?” I answered while taking Zio, my nephew from his mother's sling.

“Mommy went to your mine with dad. Pay labor wage.”

“Oh yes, it's saturday.”

“You want to eat? Brother finished cooking.”

“Dant.”

“Zio, here. Play with mom first. Om want to rest”

Since separating from her husband two years ago, Rina has been living in her mother's and father's house. They separated when Zio was 3 months old. From then on, they also became my dependents.

While relaxing on the sofa, I opened my phone and checked the Wa group of companies. As the main camouflage job, I set up 3 pieces of business. One is engaged in stone mining, one is engaged in housing and another is engaged in culinary and distribution.

During my time in charge, the task of managing the data of all the businesses I delegated to Kak Rina was aided by a professional manager. Kak Rina's job is just to keep an eye on the cash flow round and receive weekly reports. Dad runs the mine and Mom runs the culinary business.

After making sure there was no misappropriation of company funds, I took the time to check the stock market. There are some stocks that I ‘hold’ as a long-term investment and some are also used for ‘scalping’ weekly. The results are quite good, although there are some stocks that have decreased in price. Overall still good and make my assets grow.

Now my focus goes back to social media, checking the messages I sent to Queendira's account a few hours ago. Apparently there has been no reply, even read it yet.

Ever since I worked as an intelligence agent, I've often treated everyone as a target of operations. Both business relations, prospective employees or even just a fad of randomly collecting people's information. Now it's time to find out all about Queendira.

The initial target was this female character. I opened the photo he posted on Instagram. He was sitting in the car with a big smile. On his neck hung a red ribbon with the brand of a company. There is a caption under the photo.

‘Last week using uniform.” The photo was taken a year ago.

I switched to an earlier photo. There are other photos of him wearing the same uniform. But after the photo ‘ last week’ was no other uniformed photos. Then I likened the time of uploading the photo to the time of uploading the story. Sure enough, since photo ‘suniforms last’ in upload. He became more diligent in writing. One day can upload up to 3 chapters. There are only new chapters each week. I can conclude that now he is not working anymore, and has become ‘full time writer’.

“When we hang out together again @quenndira” comments it from an account named @Nenakurnia.

Lucky it turns out Nena's account is not in the key. I can see all his posts without having to ask for friendship first. And what I'm looking for is right there. A photo of 4 girls eating at a cafe. Queendira was there. From the comments I read, it turns out Nena is a friend of the office Queendira. I'll make it the entrance.

The 3 girls in the photo were all smiling cheerfully. Only Queendira does not seem to be another serial. He also sat at the very end with a slightly hidden position. Her smile seemed insincere, only pulling her lips a little sideways, her eyes a little dark and her gaze unfocused.

“Introvert, shy, not confident.” Temporary conclusions for Queendira.

I switched to their other photos. Pose queendira is similar. His gaze was hollow and not cheerful.

“Lonely,” additional conclusions over Queendira characters.

I started to set up the initial simulation. Approaching introverted, shy, insecure and lonely girls is not an easy job. But I'm afraid I'll have to back out of betting with readers yesterday. Especially the bets are tempting. I chuckled to myself, and a virtual horn in my head started to appear.

I kept looking for pictures of Queendira. I finally found a photo that I thought was the most beautiful. She was standing on the beach in a white dress and a wide hat. I made a screenshot to save the photo.

My concentration was interrupted hearing a noise outside. It turned out that Rina was holding her motorcycle in the side garage.

“Where are you? Where's zio?”

“Kakak to Minang Mart. Zio is asleep,” he replied as he continued to try to turn on the motor.

“Starternya do not want?” I walked over to Brother Rina and helped her grip. One time the motor hit was on.

“Why use this motor.”

“Which you wear again. This sister motorbike is just this. Brother to the front jerk off, titip Zio ya.”

Rina is quite unique. She's a woman who's too innocent and simple. The company's finances are in his hands. But in addition to his salary that was prepared, he never took a thousand rupiah.

Every time I offered to buy something he always refused.

“Kakak and Zio have overcharged you. Which we received more than enough.” I still hear the answer when I was offered to change the blind motorcycle.

I looked for a contact and called Joni. A friend who works at a motorcycle dealer.

“Jon, the newest honda henchmen to the house gaek. Which is suitable for padusi.”

(Jon, you delivered the latest motorcycle to my parents' house. Suitable for women.)

“Ready to do, juragan”

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Later that night, we talked a lot while enjoying dinner. Dad told me about the mine, mom told me about the mothers who worked to help her in the production house. While the sister instead reported all cashflows while disclosing physical data. He seemed to have to work extra because he got a new bike prize.

As for me, telling a lie about the work of coal mines in the interior of Kalimantan. Maybe because it's been ten years of lying to my family making my tongue so smoothly making up stories. Smooth work and become a lot of bosses so they are given a big bonus. In fact, the truth is I have to bet my life on the border of Thailand and Myanmar. Even had to eat the leaves during the escape through the forest. Of course they can't tell, I swallowed it myself.

Ting

My phone reads.

There was a reply from Queendira.

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