STALKERS
18. Ballpoint pen
“Zevanya!”
His gaze turned towards the source of the voice calling out his name. Zevano ran while holding a brown envelope. What the man held was the results of an investigative report and several photographs. He deliberately engineered it, so that Zevanya believe that at the scene of the case there is no evidence whatsoever, other than patches of dried blood.
Zevano thrust the envelope at Zevanya. “This, I'm done.”
“Thank you. Sorry, yes, so ngerepotin lo.” said Zevanya while grinning.
“It's okay. In fact, I am repotinated the same lo.” Zevanya just laughed amusedly hearing it. There was some relief in Zevano's heart, seeing his twin laughing. “Kalo so, I go home first ... Bye!”
As Zevano stepped up, his bagged black pen fell to the floor. Zevanya wants to call Zevano to tell her the pen has fallen. But the man's back was already away. He took the initiative to pick it up, then put it in a bag. Zevanya noticed something strange on the pen. At the end of the taper was a blood patch.
His zevanya brought the pen close to his nostrils, kissing it. “It ... Blood, not food coloring.”
From far away, Icha was walking while holding her eyes, using a white towel. There were blood spots as well that seeped out from the girl's eyes. Incidentally, there was something that Zevanya wanted to talk to Icha about, regarding their chat in the school corridor earlier. Honestly, it really bothered Zevanya's mind.
“Icha! It just so happens that you are here.”
“What? Not satisfied to make one eye blind?!” sahut Icha with a loud voice.
“Kok, you so beat me up?”
“This is all because of Zevano! You right, who asked him to make revenge bales to me?”
The zevanya glanced at the pen in her hand, then alternately glanced at Icha's face. Makes sense. The pen had blood on it, as well as one of Icha's eyes. Nonetheless, the girl would pretend not to know what happened to her friend. Because it's a proper punishment for a human like Icha.
Zevanya chuckled small. “Bales revenge? Denger, yes, lo although often bully me. But, I have no intention to make revenge bales lo.”
Icha thought for a moment. Bener too, anyway. If he wants revenge, he should be the same as Zevano, right?
“By the way, I want to ask you. Why do you assume that Indah has died?”
“Kalo she didn't die, she should have nongol dong at school.”
“But, a few days ago, Lovely Spade my WhatsApp. He said he wanted to go abroad.” denied Zevanya. He hoped that what Icha said was not true.
“Try me to the principal. I males ladenin lo!” Icha. “Kalo turned out to be really beautiful did not ask for permission. Lo must accept reality.”
The Zevanya follow the proposal of Icha. He immediately rushed to run towards the headmaster's room located on the first floor. However, the person he was looking for was not in the room. Then, his phone rang. An unknown contact number sent him an address message where Indah was. The number is the same as it was this morning. It was Zevano. The man got Zevanya's new number from someone's Twitter account.
Arjuna deliberately spread his Zevanya number through his Twitter account. He was delighted to see Zevanya's reaction, when he sent her a picture. To make sure it doesn't escape, Arjuna secretly puts a voice eavesdropper in Zevanya's backpack. So, he could hear what the girl was saying.
When he was in the parking lot, Zevanya's phone rang. There are some missed calls from unknown numbers. This time, it wasn't Zevano or Gavin. “Halo?”
The one on the phone breathed a sigh of relief. “I'm glad to hear your voice. Are you okay?”
“Zevanya, you can hear me, right?”
“I—iya! I'm dreading, kok.”
“Zevanya, listen to me. You—”
However, Arga had not yet finished his words, suddenly the call disconnected by itself. The girl thought maybe Arga deliberately decided on a call, usually it will happen to everyone who has a dual personality. Sometimes his attitude will change to meek, sometimes it can also turn into tempramental.
“No, don't think of a guy who's already sick of you, Zev! Now focus on running tasks from Mr. Rega.”
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Meanwhile, in a large two-story house there were many bodyguards dressed in black suits, standing on the terrace. Yes, the house belongs to Arjuna Danuarta. Now, Arga is in the barn, fighting with one of the bodyguards. The man was caught using an unused Android phone in a drawer, then called someone.
Arga was able to escape from the duct tape that bound him, as he smashed a glass bottle of alcohol and adorable it into the duct tape. He tried calling Zevanya's number, no answer. He accidentally looked at Twitter and found his wife's number there. Now things turn around, the bodyguard replaces Arga in the schooner.
“Lain times, if so the bodyguard must be good at martial arts first.” Arga patted the bodyguard's shoulder. “Quiet, I won't kill you. I'm not as cruel as your boss.”
The bodyguard was wearing only light blue color pants and a white T-shirt. Because before, his clothes have been stripped Arga to do disguise in order to get out of his twin house. Arga wears a mouth mask and a black hat, he also steals the car keys in the bodyguard's pocket pocket.
Arga walked out of the house. The guards immediately asked the condition of the person inside the warehouse. The man simply replied "Yes" then left under the pretext of Arjuna asking him to come. He was riding in a black car in the garage. No one suspected him of leaving, not even asking where he was going.
The car that Arga was driving had gone into the highway. However, in the middle of the road he saw a red black sports bike parked on the edge of the road. The owner of the motorcycle also opened his helmet, Arga pulled over his car to see it carefully. Zevan. The girl was seen checking her engine.
Arga got out of the car. “Surely he had trouble checking it out alone.”
Arga took the initiative to cross the highway, approaching the wife. An Alphard car stopped behind Zevanya's crouched back. Then, several people dressed in black got out of the car, one of them smothered Zevanya's mouth until she lost consciousness.
“Zevanya!” Arga forced his way across, the sound of another rider's horn making his footsteps backward. He could only watch Zevanya being carried away by those people.
The 250R ninja motor stops in front of Arga. “Lo phone another cop, let me nolongin Zevanya.”
Arga nodded. “OK, please, yes, Zev. Pastiin Zevanya not injured.”
“Gue cannot promise. But, I'll make sure Zevenya survived.”
To be continued.
