Null Existence
18. Rahayu, WATCH!
The two stared at each other intently with both hands tightly gripping the wooden sword that crossed at the end, half crouching against each other.
Then slowly they stood up almost simultaneously without shifting positions at all. The silence between the two felt stifling the atmosphere of a room that was actually spacious.
Those watching were sucked into a silent tension. There were no voices, everyone was waiting for who would take the step.
It was as if they could hear the seconds of the clock shifting, and the air conditioning fan whirring.
Rangga saw Asano who was still steady to challenge him took the initiative to open an attack.
A vertical swing with a large arch that Rangga released only violently hit the Asano defense blade, which instantly shrank the distance and launched a short, lightning-fast slash towards Rangga's neck.
Asano felt confident his sword blade would land seamlessly. His short steps galloped steadily, His eyes glittering. His sword swing was swift and hard.
The audience held their breath.the sound of the loud clashing of wood echoed breaking silence.
Asano then felt careless because it turned out that Rangga had half his body shifted to the right, a quick swing as hard as he mustered was precisely on Rangga's side, his sword blade had crossed diagonally to repel the attack, so that Asano's body was staggered by his own power.
He again felt a dead step, in the corner of his eyes Rangga was already inching with a counterattack posture, his violent aura again felt radiant.
the air that split sounded roaring.
Rangga released a second slash that stopped a few centimeters above Asano's left shoulder before he was able to react.
This series of events took place in just five seconds. And, this is round twelve.
"Good!"
The judge of the match who was none other than the Yakuza Asano's men, gave a sign.
10-2 to win Rangga. As per the agreement, Round twelve is the closing.
The audience is breathing normally.
The sacred and occasional duel interspersed with a war of nerves has lasted for 90 minutes.
The two put aside the Sword and hunchbacked each other in salute. Both faces were covered in sweat.
Rangga also felt sweat had begun to penetrate his inner tee shirt and seep the blue kimono he was wearing.
The waiter then brought a small table to separate the two facing each other sitting cross-legged.
Sake and a can of cold Cola are served on it.
Rangga can see the look of astonishment Asano saw a can of Cola drink in front of him. But Asano did not ask because he opened it first.
"Your technique is still good, but it seems a little slow compared to before."
"I've hardly ever practiced, there's no time either" replied Rangga.
Both Chie and Fukunishi just stood watching over them from earlier, along with how many other members of their Clan they were.
Asano seems to rent a full Gym in this luxurious Hotel for their Sparring needs.
There are no other hotel visitors who use the facilities since morning.
Rangga on the basis of respect, took the initiative to pour Sake.
Asano then glanced at Chie, and the young secretary then carefully approached them.
Put the blue map next to the table before then return to its original place.
"When I mentioned your office last night, I wasn't kidding, I think you should see this."
Rangga received the blue Map that Chie had previously put down. He hesitated and thought about checking the contents.
"There are people from your office who are in contact with the local authorities, and have the potential to undermine the interests of the Magna Carta Project" Asano said. Rangga just listened while returning to pour Sake.
"I remember you saying, you don't care about this kind of business anymore. But maybe you changed your mind after seeing the contents," he added. Asano again sipped the Sake that was poured for him.
Rangga thumped open the first page of the report bundled on that Map. Only to be caught up in the information contained in it.
The deg! His heart seemed to stop for a second.
The map contains biodata and photo attachments of the person he very much hoped wasn't there, his Princess Nina, how many shots even appeared to have been taken recently, then the rest contains vehicle and residence information. Additional information such as family and work.
His mind then realized an even greater fact about the Map he was holding now, this was Target Dossier.
A kind of collection of information that he usually gets for the target that he needs to finish while still active duty in the Bureau first. It is also commonly used by assassins or those who intend to eliminate someone.
"What does this mean!" asked Rangga, calm yet firm.
"Are you asking, or are you just confused? You clearly know what you're reading."
"You guys made a contract to finish this girl off?"
"You might think we're all just criminals, because basically our Yakuza Family group that's behind Olympus Investment" Asano put down Sake's glass and wiped his lips. "But you need to know, Olympus is doing business legally in this country, so we don't have to do that kind of troublesome thing. I don't know if the 'other' side'."
" 'The Other'?"
"The interested parties are more than just businesses, besides us of course, who are behind the scenes of the Swarnadipa Real Estate Project. The parties concerned are disturbed,"
"If not you, then who collected this?" asked Rangga back, he can still control himself even though he actually began to worry.
Asano now filled his own Sake glass, he smiled slightly towards Rangga, who was,
"That I don't know, I don't think we just sent Dossier Ini and were offered a contract to eliminate the target, if you're willing to pay some money,"
"We? You mean those whose potential interests are being distracted?"
"Exactly. The top investors from Swarnadipa's Magna Carta Project, especially black people who play and potentially disrupted operations, because of the girl's actions. Those who seek and launder money from illegal routes. The girl is shaking the chicken piggy bank of the Mafia" Asano explained.
"So one of them may have accepted the offer, but not you? How can I be sure you're telling me this without any other motive?" rangga back, with a pinch of sarcasm.
"Let me have another motive, but obviously we didn't take the offer."
Asano again sipped his Sake and placed the glass hard on the table. His face sternly looked at Rangga.
Meanwhile inside Rangga's head, anxiety and branches of mind began to form. He thought of all the worst possibilities based on Asano's information just now.
Asano is indeed a Yakuza and certainly not a good person let alone a martyr, but Rangga can also distinguish the story whether it is just a joke or not.
He also now fears for the safety of Nina, Target Dossier in a world of crime almost like a death sentence for her target. It's just a matter of sooner or later it's just run.
Those who summarize and offer this certainly see the potential amount of money that can be obtained, and understand the crucial impact for the clients they offer. Regardless of who they are Rangga himself is not clear.
It also means whoever they are, it's most likely a group of professional hitmen. Dossier's target that they stacked for Nina was so comprehensive, this was something serious.
"Olympus is doing business legally in Indonesia, there is still a legal guarantee for incoming investment if your friends 'singing' and Swarnadipa do Wanprestasi because everything is chaotic. However, different stories for crime syndicates who hitchhiked through the Magna Carta project, they did not hesitate to finish off young accountants who are super idealistic like that," continued Asano.
Rangga hates to admit it but so far Asano's speech makes sense, which means that at every minute of time that passes anything can happen.
Rangga did not want to waste any more time and got up from his seat and then excuse himself. He was walking out the door of the Gym when Asano exclaimed,
"Whatever's on your head right now, you better think carefully. Before you scramble all over Jakarta just for the sake of the girl, remember that there is no easy way out of this big problem!"
"I know," Rangga came to a halt and looked back.
"Thank you for this morning's banquet," Rangga bowed respectfully back and stepped away.
Asano watched his figure disappear from the room.
***
Finished cleaning up, Rangga rushed to immediately leave the Hotel where Asano was staying.
While exiting the Lobby, Chie intercepts him.
"Oyakata-sama asked me to hand this over," he said, handing him a thick brown envelope.
Rangga received the envelope and peeked at the contents, a small pile of money.
Pay three working days, thought Rangga.
"Thank you to Asano-san."
Notification of the phone following reads, Rangga grabbed it and check a row of numbers and the incoming alphabet comes from an unknown number.
Cryptocurrency Address.
"He also asked me to say that" Chie continued.
Rangga nodded and then said goodbye, on the way to the parking lot he tried to call Nina.
One side he thought it was possible that his Princess master was busy or could not be bothered, on the other hand he was worried that something bad would happen to him.
Rangga snorted, he then scrolled his cell phone contacts and after a moment of hesitation, he made a call.
After a few ring cycles, the phone connects to his reception desk. Rangga asked the whereabouts of Nina to Ayu the Receptionist, but it turned out that Nina was not present today because she was not feeling well.
After a little persuading finally Ayu gave Nina's home address to Rangga. One incoming message contains coordinates, Rangga taps them and a digital map opens. A moment later, he had already sped as fast as he could on the streets of Jakarta.
One incoming message contains a location share from Ayu, Rangga taps it and a digital map opens. A moment later, he had already sped as fast as he could on the streets of Jakarta.
***
Already since the morning Nina was present to fulfill the call of the Financial Prosperity Reporting and Analysis Task Force, she was asked to provide further information on the reporting and evidence that she previously provided.
He alone faced questions and investigations from investigators who number three people, questions ranging from simple things related to his background until noon switched to the heavier, heavier weight, such as the chronology of the findings and the amount of evidence that he presents.
After seven more answers to a series of questions asked, Nina began to feel exhausted and a little hungry. One of the female investigators offered to take a short break, but Nina refused and chose to continue the procession so as not to waste much time.
“I want my call to be completed this afternoon as well,” he told the Investigator.
Today he returned permission not to go to work with reason less well, so when his phone vibrated constantly he thought it was an important phone from the office.
“Please appoint if important,” bargain one of the most senior male Investigators.
“Sorry,” reply Nina who then reached into the contents of the bag.
He was then amazed by the name of the incoming caller, Rangga. There are dozens of Whataspp messages that have also not been answered including from Friska and Nathan. Tumben once thought Rangga called this sesorean, especially he himself is undergoing a suspension a week.
Rangga called again and this time he decided to refuse and turn off his phone. He chose to focus on completing the investigation.
“Leave some last questions, Bu Dyah. Can we continue?” askthem.
“Good, we continue!” answer Nina.
It was past 16:00 when the whole procession was over, Nina felt a tremendous fatigue all over her body, including tired of mind and hunger.
Investigators thanked him for the cooperation he provided, as well as the evidence and evidence they were developing. Looking at the size of the reported entity, they said it would take a little while for initial development and enforcement.
Investigators also promised the confidentiality of his identity for safety and legal protection if it was later deemed necessary.
When he finished talking, he went home. More messages came in when his phone was turned back on in the parking lot, and there were a few missed calls from Nathan.
He remembered the promise to attend the inauguration of the Magna Carta project with Nathan today, between feeling tired and but had already promised, Nina contacted her lover.
“You why, I called the office he said sick. But I'm looking for a house that doesn't exist either, where are you now?” Nathan's picking up the call immediately.
“I'm out no need, you please pick me up at his Salon Stefi huh?” reply Nina while putting on her seat belt.
“Okay, I picked up about seven in the evening. Are you sure you want to go? If it is tired yes rest,”
“Quiet aja. I'm fine,” answered Nina reassuringly.
Dusk docked when the tiny car drove out of the parking lot and turned towards the highway.
***
As the Rangga motorist drives his scooter to eliminate afternoon traffic, weaving between the small gaps of the creeping line of cars, often maneuvering recklessly with a thin distance.
Luckily the scooters are sleek and petite so nimble moving from space to small spaces at traffic density.
The thought hanging in his mind now was just how quickly it could reach Nina's residence in South Jakarta while the streets were getting more and more congested.
Every minute is a time that should not be wasted.
He just ignored the horn of protest and other drivers who were disturbed by his mischief-making action. Also most likely that this time, she should return to her former self.
No matter how much he hates to admit it, but currently all his resources and skills while active duty first will be very helpful. But that's the case later, now about how to ensure the safety of the Princess.
Rangga twisted the gas even deeper facing the slightly quiet space on his front street, the scootermatik soaring with a rough roar.
While in the parking lot of the Task Force Financial Reporting and Analysis Building, Investigator Hasan intends to go home first after almost a day of collecting information from whistleblowers for the Swarnadipa case he received.
As a senior investigator in terms of experience and age, he submitted this post-aggregation process to both seniors. For a moment he stopped before getting into his car, feeling someone was watching.
But the parking lot by evening was very quiet, there was no one but him. After getting rid of his paranoia, Hasan got into his car.
The 2010 old car moved slowly away from the parking lot and turned to join the highway.
suddenly there was a flash of bright lights several times from the side of his right.
Hasan was only able to grip the steering wheel tightly and resigned when from the right came a high-speed tank car. His horn barked loudly deafening afternoon.
Loud clashes and loud whistling sounds churned between the magrib.
The old car crumbled and rolled several times creaking on the asphalt. Then everything blackened.
***
Rangga had now arrived in front of the small house that Ayu informed him about. No Nina's car was seen in the yard and there was no sign of anyone in the house.
Rangga tried to make sure by banging on the fence but still not a response. He tries to call Nina back, the call is connected but still not picked up.
In desperation he accessed the contact list on his phone, scrolling to a name, Laundry Sinar Jaya.
He was hesitant to consider calling the number or not, but the situation is urgent. Rangga decided to call.
"Sinar Jaya Laundry Service, can anyone help?" I heard a reply from a woman across the phone.
"Customer Code, 555-913!" rangga Reply.
"Code Accepted. Request Orders?"
"I want tracking for number +62118821007. Send search details, as well as updates whenever there is a movement. Payment by the House," exclaimed Rangga while turning on his motorcycle again.
"Please wait... Details have been sent, thank you." Phone calls are disconnected.
One non-numbered incoming message contains the last coordinates of tracking the number he requested. Rangga integrated it on a map service on his phone and set the nearest route.
Before he re-applied his motor, a call without a number came into his phone. Rangga unhesitatingly picked up the phone and a male voice greeted him across. He knows exactly who is contacting him now.
“You have long time no contact me, good news bro?”
“Unfortunately no. Tonight I may need help,” replied Rangga.
“All I can help, as long as the price is suitable!”
“Good, Kayaking business usually means. Tracking that I just assumed you paid the debt, I'll send the Cryptocurrency account number and I need to know the information related to it.”
Rangga ruled as well as forwarding the message Chie sent him.
“Propay dong Mr. Bonds. This service is troublesome, you certainly realize that I will not hesitate to quote expensive prices, right, Gimana?” voiceover across the phone.
“Deal! Lo now are my eyes and ears again in the air, Garuda. I need to know where the target is being tracked, if necessary where he's headed. Updates to me periodically depends on priority!”
“Walah-walah, kok still inget aja lo same old Callsign me. So make the miss of the past not this anyway?” Garuda was joking on the phone.
“Okay, as long as the phone still has a battery, in dead condition even though I can still triangulate through the BTS Tower log. Crypto accounts that you send still I will be traced further. Surely, for a moment I can know it is related to Target Dossier of the girl you asked to track this is not?”
Rangga turned his scooter back, connecting the earpiece to his phone. He glanced at the digital clock in the corner of the screen, at 18:30 p.m.
“Good, keep browsing. I need to know who is behind the Dossier,” said Rangga.
“Whatever they are, definitely not a dime-receit group. You need to remain careful, yes I know kok lo this jago but often bucin people think short,” Garuda ledek.
“Bucin your head,” reply Rangga protested, while Garuda laughed satisfied on the phone.
"Haha. Five years I've been on field duty with you, Wana. Recently I was horrified the intonation lo not kalem kayak usually, and because the girl too. It's a real miracle, isn't it?"
Rangga did not answer and bergebernya motorbike back to leave the housing complex.
“Anyway, Rahayu Jawaana!” said Garuda later. The intonation turned serious this time.
Phone calls are closed. Garuda leaned his slim posture on the Gaming chair he was sitting in, in front of sixteen 4x4-stacked LED screens and stuck to a large green screen behind his chair.
The room was dim, with only a pair of colorful lights on the keyboard, a large headset and a computer case that shimmered in the lens of his sleek glasses.. One large neon sign bearing the words SJ Gaming stuck to the wall of the room.
His big toe pressed a button on the third computer case to turn it on, the wide curved monitor on the desk lit up with command lines of scrolling programs on the black application window.
Garuda stretched his shoulders and fingers, his face looked enthusiastic despite the thick pockets on both eyes narrowed. The program window disappears and changes the embossed logo that reads DSMK Surveilance System.
