Ravana's Note: Scandal
Note 20: The Past
“Iwan, if you insist on knowing, you must promise one thing to Papa,” Mr. Sebastian said. The man fused his fingers together and squinted his eyes looking straight and sharp at his son who was sitting opposite to him.
In plain sight, a sight that is hard to forget. The dining table was long with elaborate classic ornaments and various sumptuous dishes that the hostess painstakingly cooked.
Mr. Sebastian as the Head of the Family, with his specially sewn robe and an appearance that showed his wealth, aristocrat and luxury, sat at the end of the table.
The Madam of the house sat beside him, with alluring elegance.
His eldest son with an expensive suit, neat hair and a handsome face sat on his left side. Then at the end of the dining table opposite Mr. Sebastian was occupied by the Heir of the business empire. Which now looks lethargic, tired and uniformed OB with his flagship deckil canvas shoes.
“Don't be forced weird promises,” grumbled Bu Milady.
“Iya do not let him call then the inheritance is bestowed on me,” muttered Trevor, “Can-can I need another dose of tranquilizer,”
“That's not what makes you cry often. You are actually drug poisoning,” muttered Bu Milady.
“Yes it could be, I don't know what dose Dad checked into my body how many gallons,”
“Sst! Gossip continues, I want to say important, this!” sahut Mr. Sebastian.
“Yes do not be serious dong, look tuh Iwan looks like a sakaw,” said Mr. Trevor.
“It should be serious because it is important,” said Mr. Sebastian.
“More important than stock price?”
“This is the way there,”
“Ooooh, yes indeed curas anyway,” muttered Pak Trevor and Bu Milady slowly, almost inaudible.
Mr. Sebastian sighed before telling Iwan the thing he had saved all this time. Then call Mr. Arman. “You are here, we want to talk about it,”
“Heh?! Early in the morning, sir? Nasi uduk I haven't had time to eat this loh,”
“Why am I surrounded by protestors?!”
“Because often you are inhuman,” grumbled Mr. Arman while closing back his lunch box that contains nasi uduk. “Consider me OTW,”
“You drink the tea first relax, do not eat first you vomit,” said Mr. Sebastian to Ravana, “Then wait for Arman to come,”
“I have to promise what, Pah?”
Mr. Sebastian looked at Ravana with sadness, his gaze now turned to be affectionate, “Promise you not to back down and accept everything cheerfully. Because you're special,”
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The incident occurred 11 years ago, when Ravana was about 10 years old.
BRAKK!!
DOR'S!
DOR'S!
DOR'S!
“Forward,”
The Garnet Security Agency's Elite team quickly spread into a large room hidden inside the basement of an abandoned building whose building was half-finished.
Like a dream, sheets of money scattered everywhere, white powder scattered, the people in it running in an uncertain direction.
“Team Alpha find the hostages, Team Charlie shoot the fight,” Rumi Rutherford, Deputy Commander of GSA give orders to his sons.
“Om?” Rumi called out to Mr. Arman who with a firm step forward. The man walked like a robot, with a weapon behind his back.
Mr. Arman is not afraid of being shot around him. The target is only one.
“Hoy!! Don't go forward lo!!” exclaim someone. Some ran closer to attack Mr. Arman, Rumi swiftly moved to protect his commander.
In a split second, he shot. His right hand shot thug chin 1 until it penetrated to the top of his head, the other hand elbowed the throat of thug 2 and paralyzed him. Then he switched to the left, 3 thugs were rewarded with a kick in the left shoulder blade and 4 thugs with two shots in the heart and stomach area.
Four people in one movement became victims of his violence.
While Mr. Arman seemed to not care to continue walking casually towards someone in the corner of the room.
“That's his commander!” there were shouts out of nowhere, an army of thugs coming from various doors and trying to surround the elite team. They seem to be trying to stop Arman from going any further.
Rumi had not been able to pull the barrel, shots were heard strafing, and the men had fallen sprawled.
“Tim Charlie can copy first huh Boss?” sounds from the earpiece.
“Make sure everything has been shot, then you can copy,” said Rumi.
“Azeek,”
“Do not forget to count the victims,” Rumi said again.
“We will not be covered by a post right?” ask one of the members, “Gue shoot 11 people to die, loh,”
“Gue only 5 but the body is so fussy,”
“They close their eyes, because this lightens their work,” said Rumi calms her members.
Then the young man caught up with Mr. Arman who appeared to be interrogating someone.
“Where is Tasmirah?” the question went straight to one of the people there, who seemed to be the higher-ups in the organization. Instead of answering, the person grinned and laughed widely. His blackened teeth made Mr. Arman even more upset.
Mr. Arman fired the black-toothed man, then pulled out his short barrel and with one shot he planted hot lead into the thug's forehead.
“You lack experience,” grumbled Mr. Arman while putting the lifeless body aside and checking the bottom of a table near the corpse. “This guy since we got in had a chance to run, but he didn't. He stays in his place like protecting something, or rather.”.
Mr. Arman looked at Rumi as he sparkled and pulled a doormat up.
“...more precisely hide something,” continued Mr. Arman.
“Wow, the underground road inside the underground,” muttered Rumi dazzled.
“Say your men, beware if they follow sakaw. Also do not take any serupiah, can-can be cursed Eyang Gandhes,”
“Kok kayak pirate movie anyway scenario,” sahut Rumi amused. “Mas Moses, do not take the dollar, already in the jampe-jampe every sheet,” said the young man through the earpiece tool.
“Bye!! Amit-amit!” there was a swearing from across the room that seemed to be the voice of Mas Moses.
“Om need to be accompanied?!”ask Rumi to Mr. Arman who has gone down deeper and deeper.
“You guard the door, shoot all who try to get closer,” sounds Mr. Arman from underground.
“Siap,”
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We go back to the present, again,
Tensely, Ravana listened to all the information of Mr. Arman. His hands were clenched and trembling.
“Then? What did you find there?” ask Ravana.
“You, and some people around you,” said Mr. Arman.
“I, Om? How am I doing?”
“Blooded and fainted,”
“I flanked,”
“You are actually in good condition. I thought you were hurt. But it turns out the blood all over your body is not yours,”
“So?”
Mr. Arman took a deep breath and exhaled heavily. He looked at Mr. Sebastian next to him. Mr. Sebastian nodded allowing him to tell me more details.
“Iwan, know what Tasmirah means?” ask Mr. Arman.
There was a deep breath of Ms. Milady. There seemed to be a deep sadness in the woman.
“Gemata,” replied Ravana.
“Yes, Beautiful Gem. There are 2 Tasmirahs there. They are the assets of the organization whose power is in the squeeze for cuan. In other words, prostitution,”
“One of them is Fransita?”
Mr. Arman did not answer, but his eyes hinted that Ravana's guess was correct.
That's why Fransita said she never wanted to be Tasmirah, and she lived there since childhood but they were not her family.
“Iwan, in addition to asking for a ransom that is very high, they never plan to return you. You will be sold as a child trading commodity. That's why the police closed their eyes when we searched the place. Because the bureaucracy will be difficult. It could be that there are important people who are also involved in the organization,” said Mr. Arman.
“Let's just calm, I've cleared the expectations,” said Mr. Sebastian. Sure oes.
“Then what happened to Fransita?”
“He already knew all those plans, and it seems he sympathized with you when you were captive. So when he was found out already told your location..”.
Mr. Arman was silent.
“What?” ravana asked urgently.
“They cut off his hands and feet,”
All quiet. Silent and silent.
Some there recall the past events, Ravana himself immediately limp in his chair.
Fasting that night Fransita was so happy by the beach, as if she was free for a moment.
And that's why Fransita is tied to Ravana.
“I took him to the place of Eyang Gandhes because the hospital said he had no hope. But I still remember his last words when I came,”
Everyone quietly listened to Mr. Arman's story.
“Say, please save my son, any way,”
“Dia..”
“Iwan,” Mr. Sebastian took over the conversation because he knew that Mr. Arman seemed unable to continue the story. “The woman's name is Fransisca, she is a descendant of the Dutch people who were detained during the Japanese occupation of Indonesia. All this time its existence was hidden because their faces were very striking. They also could not go back to their own country for various things and eventually settled in Indonesia. But,”
Again Mr. Sebastian looked at Ravana sharply, “It seems they are unlucky to stay here. They consider it karma because when his life was, their ancestors made the natives as slaves. Fransisca was kidnapped as a child. Certainly at what age we do not know, and since then lived in the organization of drug trafficking and prostitution,”
“Then who is Fransita?”
“Iwan, Fransisca is pregnant when mistreated by them. When he helps you. And before he enters the astral projection, he wants to name the child in his womb Sita. Fransita's word is a merging of her name and her son's name,”
“Dia... know your name Ravana, and since then he wants a child in the womb named Sita,” added Mr. Arman.
