Renjana Dusk Kala

Chapters 77. "Thank You for Accepting Me"

Jakarta

Tama

 

Just before dawn, he led the king cobra into a two-story high house located at the end of the road, just in the middle of the T-junction.

"WAKE UP! GETUP!"

Eleven members of the king cobra moved quickly to comb through the entire room in this two-story house. Waking up the residents of the house who are sleeping soundly.

"THE HANDS ABOVE!"

"What's wrong?"

"What the fuck?"

"THE HANDS ABOVE!"

The residents of the house, all men and bell-faced unacceptably carried by the muzzle of a long barrel gun into the living room.

"SILENCE!"

"HAND OVERHEAD!"

"GROVE!"

"Where's the warrant!" Shouted a man with the biggest body with a scar on the cheek. "It's a violation of human rights!"

Yanuar has a search warrant. But the man continued to rebel. Trying to grab a rickshaw from behind his back.

DOR'S!

Fardhan was forced to fire warning shots.

Once all seven residents were secured, including a guard who slept in the back room. He ordered the other members to lift up the entire carpet and open all the cabinets. While he was knocking on the wall. Find the entrance to the bunker.

"WHERE'S THE BUNKER?" Jerked Yanuar while stepping on the back of the man who had almost pulled the rickshaw.

"Nothing, sir."

"LIED! WHERE'S THE ENTRANCE?"

"No, sir, I swear, sir ...."

BUGS!

"Agod! Forgive me!"

"AGAINST YOU?"

A DUG!

"Ouch!

"S-I swear n-no a-ada, P-pak ...."

He started down the middle room which was quite suspicious. Repeatedly stomp your feet hard on the floor where the carpet has been successfully dismantled. Trying to be observant to listen if there is a suspicious sound that leads him to the basement.

"Dismantle!" His orders were to Yudi who was in charge of carrying the equipment.

Three members began to dismantle the floor. A man prying the edge of the ceramic using a crowbar. Others knocked using a hammer until the ceramic broke. Then dig up to the depth of the ceramic base cement mortar.

He left the process of dismantling the ceramic floor. Walk up to the rickshaw man lying on his stomach on the living room floor with his hands tied back. Then squat while directing the revolver right at the bloody temple after being kicked by Fardhan.

"Where's the entrance?" Ask flat.

But the rattling man chose silence not to answer. Throwing your face in the opposite direction.

A DUG!

"Ughhh!"

"COMMANDANT TANYA! YOU ANSWER!" Bentak Fardhan's.

"Upright clear!" Gani exclaimed from the second floor.

"Check the backyard!" He said while standing.

Along with Fardhan who pulled the collar of a rickshaw man's shirt to stand. Then he walked her into the backyard.

Half an hour later, the bunker was found. SJW was not found. The basement, camouflaged as a septic tank, measures 4x4 meters at a depth of 3 meters. As he checked down, the room looked neat and there was no dust attached. Complete with cabinets and kitchen set in U formation contains an electric stove, microwave, dispenser. ©

A number of important documents of the company and a cup of coffee with dregs left is a sign that SJW had previously been here. Honey, they're late. Six other raids in Senopati, Menteng, Pejaten, Pondok Indah, Kemayoran, and Fatmawati were also nil.

At 9am it is close to Metro 1. He received a directive from Timor Bandung 1. Then meet with 6 other katim (team heads) in Bareskrim to draw up the next strategy. SJW is suspected of hiding out of town and planning to flee abroad.

New tasks are completed by evening. When activating a personal phone, a number of missed calls and incoming messages flowed like flood water.

He did not check the messages one by one. Because his finger automatically immediately clicked on a series of photos sent by Anja. The most pleasant photo that managed to curl the tip of his lips to form a smile, even though he was struck by fatigue. And the most meaningful photo in his eyes was when Reka handed the black velvet box to the front of Pocut.

Again he smiled with great relief. You're doing well, buddy (you're doing your best, son).

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Rabbet

This weekend is really busy. He even missed Shaina's violin playing schedule at music school. Because you have to attend the grand opening of a number of the latest outlets in several malls. Forced to ask Nura, Shaina's sister to accompany her daughter's stage.

"Oh, I'm sorry, sir, but this Saturday there's been an event with my fiancee." Nura's voice over the cell phone line sounded very objected.

"important way?"

Nura did not answer.

He sizzles like a man of spiciness when he is not. "Yes already. You moved the show ngedate with fiancee to the stage Shaina."

"But, Mr ...."

"I give you a double bonus. Please accompany Shaina until I get home."

Spending some money even though he lost much better than Shaina failed to show up and went berserk. He really has no choice but to imitate Nura with abundant bonuses.

And finally, a series of grand openings were completed at four in the afternoon. But it's too late to go to Shaina's music show. It's also too early to go home. The ten red sheets he issued to Nura today would be very redundant if he came home quickly. For this reason, he asked Hadi to take the wheel to Persada Appetite.

Because right now, work and office was the best paradise for him.

"You can go home" he said, giving Hadi three red sheets. As a bonus for working on weekends. "I'll drive myself."

As soon as Hadi disappeared behind the glass door, he stepped towards the refrigerator located in one corner of the room. Then grab a bottle of energy drink and gulp it down.

"The existence of the SJW conglomerate that became the intellectual brain of the assassination of the chief justice is still a shrewd. The police have to work hard to catch the untouchable. So that the level of public trust in law enforcement agencies in this country does not fall into the abyss." The melodious sound of the news anchor opening an interactive talk show instantly sounded when he pressed the on button.

He opened the fridge to get a second bottle of energy. Then sit on the sofa and drink it slowly. Focusing on the course of interactive talk shows that carry the theme of our laws sharp down but blunt upwards.

He was switching channels to overseas sports programs because the live talk show broadcasts paused advertising, as phones stored on tables floundered.

"Yep?"

"Where, Mas?"

He laughed when Tama called him mas. It was like just yesterday, when he was in high school uniform and Tama was still sitting on the Junior High School bench.

"office."

"I'll be there in (i'll be there in) .. ten minutes (ten minutes)."

Tut Tut Tut Tuuuuuut

He kept the phone away with a frown as Tama closed the call unilaterally without further ado.

"Viiiii!" Not until ten minutes later, he was already exclaiming cheerfully welcoming the appearance of Tama. "A very nice prick."

"From the office," replied Tama who asked him to perform bump (fist fist).

"Weekend still on duty?" He walked up to the pantry to make a glass of water. "Tea coffee?"

"Duty does not know the day, Mas," always Tama. "It's cold, huh."

Step towards the pantry. Turn to the refrigerator and open it. Then grab three bottles of drink at once. Mineral water, soda, and energy drinks.

"Thank you." Tama took a bottle of mineral water from his hand. "What's in the office? Very diligent."

He laughed discordantly. "This is my paradise (this is my paradise)."

Tama who had just finished a bottle of mineral water chuckled loose. Then point to the table using the chin. "There's good stuff."

"Woooo!" He chuckled back. "Someone wants to practice it." While grabbing the brown color pack from the table. "What, anyway? Make me?"

Tama nodded.

"Wohoooo!" He exclaimed as soon as he saw the contents. His favorite brand's latest tennis racket. "You know me so well."

He opened the zipper bag and took out his racket. Then trace the surface of the racket using the index finger. "Nice (good). Thank you." - Thank you."

"Tante Iren once told me, now Mas more often golf than tennis," Tama continued.

He swung the racket to feel the sensation. Then cluck. "Ah, that's every once in a while. Relaxes muscles."

A second later, the two of them were together.

"good. Cool ... cool ...." He put the racket in the bag. "Tomorrow to play, no. New racket ...."

Tama smiled.

"Where's Kinan? Smoothly?" He grins while sitting on the sofa.

Tama nodded.

"Request?"

Tama's forehead suddenly wrinkled. "Who asked to come back?"

"Kinan ... Who else?" He chuckles. "Yesterday you went into the library and an hour later just came out. Previously you sold shares without careful planning. Am I right (i really am)?"

"How much did he ask you to return?" He returned grinning. "Oh, Tam, worst step (worst step) if I say so. You're so in love how are you so blind?"

Tama's forehead is getting wrinkled. "No no no. It's not going there."

"Yeah?" He still grins. "Then ... does he need gono gini beyond reason? Fantastic monthly life until it can not be covered Kombes salary?"

Tama exhaled a long breath with a loud enough voice. "I actually had a few stories before getting into the main point ...."

He nodded in not understanding.

"But, I discussed it first. Okay ... We start now."

He shrugged his shoulders. "Is there a problem?"

Again Tama took a long breath. "My two goals came here."

He squinted his eyes when he realized that Tama's tone of voice had turned serious. Very serious even while degrading intonation. Something unpleasant starts to loom.

"One ... apologizes."

He laughed. "About (about)?"

"I didn't mean to cheat. There's just no other choice."

"Sounds scary." He shook his head looking at Tama's face whose muscles were tightening.

"Second ... asks for a blessing prayer." She seemed to be trying hard to smile. Yet failed.

He laughed discordantly. "I don't feel good, huh."

Tama laughed. But just for a second. "I'm sorry we became rivals."

"Wait ...." He began to guess the story. But, is it possible?

"I just proposed to Pocut. Technically ... the family applying. Because I'm still here." Tama laughed but in an instant turned to harden her jaw.

DHUARRR!

What was feared has become reality.

"Once again ask for a prayer of blessing from Mas. I'll marry her."

He swallowed the saliva bitterly. His suspicions have been proven all along. If Tama is the first person to come to Pocut. But he was too stupid to ever realize.

"I want to keep coming with Mama, Om." His memory floated back at the meeting with om Hasan a few days ago. "I'll qualify for 100 mayam even if om says it's a rejection signal and Pocut is not worth the amount of mayam."

Om Hasan repeatedly warned him that Pocut's demand for 100 mayams was too much. Because in addition to widows, Pocut is also not highly educated despite having a parachute like an angel.

"I can't, Raka." Om Hasan nodded. "You're gonna embarrass yourself. This is obviously a rejection."

"From Pocut's letter which does not explain who the first man was. .. hinted that the man was not someone else."

"I mean Om?"

"Maybe you two know each other. You and the first man ...."

At that time he laughed. Unbelievable even if there is a possibility. But who? The person he knew who also liked Pocut? He really had no good guesses in this matter. I didn't think Tam was the one. Tama was the first man to visit Pocut. Fucking true!

He shook. "You're selling stock to Pocut?"

Tama did not answer.

"Dare to play behind me" he murmured as he continued to shake his head. "Get out."

Tama's facial muscles tighten again.

"Come on (come on)." He got up and left Tama for the desk.

"If you stay here .. we can both turn into Junior High children who are again struggling with girls" he continued, while sitting in the work chair. But with the position of his back and back to Tama.

As soon as the sound of the door opening and then closing again is heard, a sign that Tama has moved away. He immediately threw his head onto the back of the chair in a rough motion. Look at the ceiling while regretting your stupidity.

Like this it feels like love is clapping one hand, and at the same time losing terribly on the battlefield. Very badly (very bad).

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Pocktail

His heart suddenly rippled. And his heart was pounding uncontrollably as he looked at Sasa and Umay who were crowding Tama in front of the door.

"Sasaaaa!" Tama lifted Sasa's body up high until his little daughter screamed in excitement. "Not slept?"

Sasa who had been lowered to the floor shook his head. "Not sleepy."

"Yumiyyy!" This time Tama invited Umay to do a toss followed by a fistfight. "It's our style ...."

Umay laughed happily.

"OH! UM!" Sasa as usual wants to be the center of attention of Tama. "There are a lot of guests here. Why does Om not exist? Where the hell was it?"

"Om, that was a gift from Om, huh?" Umay interrupted asking. "Thank you very much, Om."

"OH! UM!" Sasa tugged at Tama's hand wanting to get his full attention. "So my mom got a great gift. That's from Om too, huh?"

And his heart grew even worse when he saw Icad walking closer to Tama to greet him. Then gulped nervously when their eyes accidentally intertwined with each other.

Tama smiled. Himself too. Replying to Tama's smile even with a heated face.

"Cieeeee ... Smile at my mommy yaa ...." Sasa's riotous slurs made him blush uncontrollably lowered his gaze.

"Here, Om ... here ...." Sasa pulled Tama's hand. Tama told me to sit on the chair.

But Tama stepped closer to Mamak. Then kiss the hands of the reverent mama. "Good night, Mom. Sorry, just got to visit last night."

"It's okay." Mom smiled. "Fluent duty?"

Tama smiled. "It's not very smooth."

Mamak. "May God make things easy."

"Aamiinu. Aamiin's."

Now, he is putting a cup of fresh tea and a plate of legit layer cake on the table. "Why is tea tasteless?"

When Tama was offered a drink and answered fresh tea, he did not ask. Because there are still many people in the living room. Now, there's only two of them left. Mamak was accompanying Sasa to brush his teeth in the bathroom. While Icad and Umay deliver a legit layer cake to the neighbors.

Tama smiled knot. "Because .. who makes tea is already sweet."

He shook his head while helplessly holding a shy smile. "A dare now?"

Tama laughed back. But with eyes fixed on him. "Thank you for accepting me."

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Remarks :

Pockmark.: gun

©. :quoted from kompas.com June 2016 edition

Bunker: basement

Metro 1.: Police

Timor Bandung 1: Police

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