My husband's Intel

Ch 8 - Surprising News

POV Written by ErKa

Chapter by chapter I read, making more goosebumps of Roman fur. If it is true what he wrote, it means he is a secret agent or a state intelligence.

The depiction of each scene was so detailed, it was as if the author was really there.

But, of course I can't believe all that. Many writers can describe each event in detail according to their imagination, not that they have experienced it. Maybe this writer is like that.

I decided not to believe all this nonsense! How could a secret agent so easily reveal his secret like this to an unknown person. That's impossible isn't it?! The probability is zero percent.

I believe the job does exist, but certainly not from people around me, especially a secret agent and a novelist? Huh, it feels so impossible isn't it? I decided not to trust him and blocked his phone number or his Instagram account.

***

Ting ... Ting ... Ting ...

It was still early in the morning, but the sound of incoming messages had begun to be simple. I opened my eyes lazily and grabbed the phone lying beside me.

The contents of the incoming message made me really awake and just sit down.

08123456xxx: Anindira Calista, 27 years old, single, unemployed. Why block my number?

My eyes wide. That number is the same number I blocked last night. Why does this number know my second phone number? Is this number just for friends and family?And how did he know my full name, age, and status?! I hid it all from my readers. How could?!

08123456xxx: Angel, has my novel been read? I can reveal your address details and more.

Me: What do you want?!!

Type me with anxiety. Drowsiness and dizziness that I usually get after waking up is now completely evaporated. Turned into fear, anxiety and anger.

08123456xxx: You

Me: why are you bothering me?!

08123456xxx: You interest me.

Me: this is really not funny!! I don't like you! Kidding enough.

08123456xxx: I told you, I'm interested in you. You haven't answered my question. Why do you look so insecure? Why aren't you happy?

Me: I told you, it's none of your business!

08123456xxx: I will not give up. I'll keep calling you. Don't block it anymore. Because I can call you, whenever I want.

I'm at a loss for words. I seem to be dealing with a freak. And I don't know how to get away from this guy.

***

Like he promised, every day that strange man called me. Various ways he did that I would respond to every message he sent. The average topic used remains the same. Use me as the center.

He was consistent with his question. Why do I look lonely and unhappy? According him. In my opinion, my life is normal. Many readers sent their love to me. Should be happy especially?

The first week, his presence was still irritating. The third week, I was getting used to the messages he was sending. By the fourth week, I could no longer hold back. I was very curious about him. Especially about his unusual job.

I'm a real sampeyan secret agent?

08123456xxx: Yup

Me: what's the name of sampeyan?

08123456xxx: What is the real name of the pseudonym?

I am : original

The freak didn't reply right away. Two minutes later he sent a photo and as usual, this hand automatically downloaded it.

The photo contains several dozen ID cards. At first I was so confused, but when I looked carefully, I found an awkwardness.

Each KTP has a different identity, both from the area where the ID card was issued, name, date of birth, address and occupation. The similarities of each ID card are only one, namely the photos in it.

Me: meaning?

I asked confusedly.

08123456xxx: My name is many. You can choose which name you can call.

Me : This is all the KTP sampeyan?!

08123456xxx: I told you before. This job has made me have many identities. You choose a name you like, I will gladly accept it.

I : I need a real name.

Suddenly he made a video call. The thing he does, but I always choose not to lift it.

Tonight was different, high curiosity made me take the call.

The face of a man, who I guessed his age range was not much different from mine, seemed to fill the screen of the phone. The same face as in the ID card.

The man was tanned with curly hair. His nose is sharp and his lips are voluminous. Thick eyebrows shot up high, as if to suggest that he was not the approachable type. While the dimples perched comfortably when the lips were smiling repeatedly. Overall, the guy is sweet. Despite the many dark things in his life.

"Finally raised as well," he said with a smile.

"Where is the original KTP of sampeyan?" I ask not to waste time.

"so curious. I'm glad you want to pick up my video call. You are beautiful yes. Even if you don't wear make up ...."

"Not most of the sheep. I seriously asked. Which is the original samean ID card?"

"Prophey darling. Lore ...."

"No need to call dear. I'm not your darling!!"

"Will be," he said with an annoying smile. Then he held up a ID card and brought it closer to the camera, so I could clearly read the name listed there.

Aksa Pradipta's. That is the name written on the ID card.

"Is that really sampeyan?" manya suspect. It's only natural that I suspect, right? How could I possibly trust a man who has multiple ID cards?

"You believe thank God, you don't believe anything either. Only to you do I show my true identity." His face looked sad and softened when he said those words.

"Why? Isn't it dangerous if someone else knows?"

"I told you. I'm interested in you. Seeing you makes me want to hug you ...."

"What the hell. I'll shut it down if the shit starts getting weird!"

"Yes, yes, sorry ...."

And strangely the video call continued until a few hours later.

The seemingly endless curiosity made me always search for him with various questions. Aksa told me a lot about himself, his family and the details of his work.

He kept his real job a secret from the extended family. Decided to open some efforts to deceive the family and the surrounding community.

Aksa also showed some of the injured body parts he got while on a mission. Dagger incision wounds in the abdomen, gunshot scars on the waist and other wounds on the arms and back. His body is full of scars.

Actually, as a single woman who has no experience with men, seeing things like that puts me to shame. But again because of the high curiosity drive, I was forced to see it. Attempt to synchronize the performance of the brain and eyes. Look for the lie from each word.

I decided to trust Aksa for 50.

***

Without me knowing, my relationship with Aksa grew. Starting from a sense of annoyance, suspicion and hostility, developed into feelings of affection. Yes, I started to love Aksa, and so did she. We are in virtual relathionship.

It has not been three months since this relationship was established. We still feel at home by sending each other chat, phone call, or video call. On the sidelines of that time, Aksa's words that I always remember are "Don't be surprised if I suddenly appear in front of your house."

I don't know if I should believe that or not. I just live this relationship comfortably. Not targeting this relationship should be taken to a more serious level as well. Oh yes, my trust in Aksa is still 50%. Even though I love him, I don't want to give him any extra confidence. Afraid that the edges will be disappointed.

One night, Aksa makes a video call. His face looks serious. Not as usual. My feelings became unpleasant.

"Darling ...."

"Yes?"

"My SK is down."

"Huh?"

***

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