Null Existence

3. Plea

When we love, we always try to be better than ourselves. As we strive to be better than we are, everything around us also gets better.

At least that's what Paulo Coelho poured in his work The Alchemist, Rangga also agreed to a quote that somehow he had read on the social media timeline.

He is not a romantic person, he never knew Coelho who or intend to find out, he was never interested in hunting a book of loan former made by Gibran or Neruda.

Every now and then he travels around used books, old Superman comics he bought or Clancy's books because he feels close to the world.

Even if he accepted Coelho's quote earlier, it was because he happened to read on the same day he was accepted into work and met the embers of his childhood fire. Unfortunately, today instead of being better than yesterday, everything around her is a mess

Rangga hastened now across the lower Lobby carrying a small cardboard on his sling, feeling a soft vibe in the pocket of his batik shirt. The cardboard is moved to the waist and grabbed by a cell phone.

Whatsapp messages coming in, sending him a friend of his one-time college major, Larasati.

Mas Rangga, have you done the task yet? Could it be that tonight is working with the others, let there be with ne mas?

Rangga slowed his pace, instead of replying, leaving voice messages.

“Laras, Mas Rangga overtime. I guess can not, greetings to others yes.” said Rangga to the microphone.

Actually Rangga himself just remembered that there is an unfinished task debt, but now there are other things that need to be the focus. Let the task follow, he thought.

Then he returned to the rhythm of his steps and exited through the door of the Lobby, towards the parked office car. He kept the cardboard in the trunk, then immediately approached Bu Elsa and Nina who were waiting outside the Lobby.

“The file is already in the luggage of Bu, we can leave now.” bargain Rangga to Bu Elsa. Nina still had a sour face next to her.

“Still yes Rangga, but mom has other needs. You take Bu Dyah yes,” said Bu Elsa, kalem.

“Hah?” Nina and Ranggga were shocked almost simultaneously.

“Iya, I can't join this meeting, Dyah. Instead, Mr. Dandhy will lead, you assist him, Okay?”

“But suddenly Mom, this morning I thought we were both leaving. Then I bring my own car?” nina protest, who was reluctant to hide her refusal to be alone by Rangga.

“Do not! Dyah escorted Rangga aja, safer.” stressed Bu Elsa.

Nina was a little surprised by the reaction of her superior, finally the intention to bid the decision was undo. Without speaking much he got into the back seat of the parked office sedan.

Ms. Elsa then looked seriously at Rangga from behind her expensive glasses. Rangga caught the aura of seriousness that rarely seen from the Boss who everyday is friendly and cheerful. Its seriousness contrasts greatly with the flower dress worn.

“Jaga Dyah well ya Rangga. As I have said, I believe in you.” Ms. Elsa reaffirmed to Rangga, but with a lowered voice. He replied with a sure nod.

There was a flashback of events in Rangga's head, the last words of Bu Elsa and her facial water evoke a memory that he had long killed.

“Safe is Target, Bring it to the Safe House that is prepared. Use any means to complete the task..”.

Rangga immediately removed the memories that tried to reach out from his navel. Don't get paranoid, he murmured in his heart. He then said goodbye and got into the driver's seat.

Rangga glanced at his moping princess from the middle rearview mirror, seemed to deliberately busy themselves with the latest expensive phone output. Silence seems to be present in the form of visible curtains that block both.

The somber face of the princess seemed to imply how futile Rangga's efforts were if he planned to break the silence with a little chatter. He does not want to be disturbed, especially by people who ruin his morning.

While carefully traversing Jakarta traffic, his mind again looked at the incident after lunch. When Miss Elsa called him.

“I want every time Dyah go for any business with clients from Swarnadipa Land, you who take her.” pinta Bu Elsa. His sizzling body rested on the back of the chair as if he was exhausted, his face trying not to look anxious.

Rangga who thought he would be lectured about his actions this morning, was no less remarkable with the speech just now.

“Good Ma'am, but does Mr Ajo agree? Given besides me there is Pak Sophisticated who has been longer and used to deliver Bu Dyah.” replied Rangga, although he himself could not refuse any work given.

“Let me, tell Ajo. You just calm down. Anyway I ask you to take Dyah, wait if necessary, make sure he returns to his house. Whatever it is, anyway don't worry I'll count it as overtime.”

Rangga's heart is a little flowering, not only will he be more often near his master daughter, but also the potential for overtime money that will obviously help his dragging finances. But there is one thing that stands out, the request of the Boss is rather unusual.

　

　

“Mommy asked me directly, but it was not just to deliver Bu Dyah. It's like his job Bodyguard.” Rangga immediately spoke bluntly here.

Ms. Elsa did know about the ability of the Rangga Martial, even the reason Rangga was hired was also a thank you to her Boss as well. At that time Rangga was still busy working and was delivering food orders as Ojek Online, during broad daylight he heard the screams of women who were snapped.

Rangga who had just come out of the Restaurant and lined up the food ordered saw the two Jambret flashing with motorcycles and darting towards him, a figure of Fat Mothers shouting pointed towards the second Jambret, Jambret, some people also seem to be trying to catch up.

Rangga reflexively threw his food order crackle at Jambret who was driving the motor, the hot food sauce startled him to the point of falling out of balance. While the piggyback fell, the driver who could still get up tried to escape.

Rangga intercepted him and the two engaged in a small fight which, if described by eyewitnesses, the Jambret attempted to attack with a knife, but was easily stripped and knocked down after receiving dozens of fists aimed at his chest.

Not long after the situation became crowded and a police patrol came. The sidewalk in front of the restaurant and the mass that surrounded it then faded slowly, and now Rangga was again sitting in the room of Bu Elsa.

The boss is still trying to explain how worried he is about Dyah's safety for reasons that he cannot fully express to Rangga, the company's kitchen affairs.

Rangga was also mahfum, basically he was indebted for his work now and after all his overtime pay was good. He tried to brush aside the familiar sensation when Ms. Elsa explained the task she gave him, or the anxiety that plagued his conversation.

“Hopefully Bu Dyah does not mind because I continue ekori,” said Rangga.

“Oh that's it, you don't have to worry. This morning he did not tell much. The Dyah was just a fierce disguise, originally soft really,” the tension on Bu Elsa's face loosened.

“Pinter-pinternya you, how to be soft. Send poetry maybe. Your name is Rangga,”

I want it to feel Rangga patted the eel and scooped his own face in front of Bu Elsa, almost even, but finally just scratching his temple that does not itch.