THE ABOVE THE CLOUD(ABC)
19. Not Freshwater Fish
Ridwan started his career while he was in college. But he has started active organization since the time of Junior High School.
He's just one of many independent legislators, or at least that's what it seems. He worked alone, with many opposing factions. But how could someone stand alone and still be fine in this dirty water? Ridwan only regretted he could not retreat quickly. As he was intending to leave the political battle, someone framed him and set him against each other with the faction he used to shake hands with.
Ridwan has already jumped in, but he is now completely alone. The other factions didn't believe him, nor was he a big fish worth caring about. Only to be kept as a 'black goat' in the future.
Some people he knew before had experienced it too.
Ridwan was filing a letter to move to area A on Island S, but was rejected.
Returning home, Ridwan saw the chaos inside once again. His wife and son he was evacuated to area A, while his house is now a month-to-month who knows. No items were stolen, only once every few weeks he would find his house in a mess.
He doesn't understand. He's just a little fish. What do they get by doing this?
Ridwan had no acquaintance who could help him. Many people who interact with him choose to turn around and pretend not to know.
Ridwan also could not say that this threatened his life. He had already reported to the police, but no items were missing, no accidents on him, the police were just moving to check on the perpetrators and the cameras around.
He was tired of reporting to the police.
Ridwan lay on the sofa and closed his eyes for a moment, then pulled out his phone and pressed the numbers. An elderly woman's voice rang out, asking about her circumstances and her work. Ridwan answered. He then asked about the state of his wife's child. The woman across the street explained that her wife and child were doing well and safely. While chatting, in his mind Ridwan had already screened the party that wanted to make him miserable the most. Before ending the call, her in-laws advised her to resign and become a farmer.
In the past, how could he possibly be prepared. But having experienced all this, with the safety of his wife and child as a bet; it was precisely what Ridwan wanted the most.
But they won't let him go so easily. Ridwan thought, of course because he was still of some use.
***
That morning the morning news was stirred by the arrest of one of the state servants. The news was no issue, only in the morning blind police and officers surrounded and arrested him directly to his home.
Ridwan, who woke up in a mess on the sofa and still had not opened his shoes, watched on television, how the man Ridwan had reported was now evicted out to the police car. The footage was played over and over again, the dark color of the sky on the footage showing that the time of capture was already past several hours.
The chaotic state of the house is not ignored. His head was spinning fast, and he was not so naive to think that the report he made, which had been stalled and almost rejected had now been processed to the final stage. Just wait for the court.
After all, what he delivered was nothing more than some raw evidence and conjecture. He did not hear any news of the examination at all.
Suddenly the man was arrested.
It could be that the person has indeed made many enemies, and there is another party who is more powerful to move his hands. But Ridwan was on guard for himself.
Ridwan pulled out his phone and checked his boss's schedule at the office today. Since the office did not pass the letter requesting the transfer of his duties, Ridwan intends to resign. He can give some advantage to his boss, on the condition that his boss has to help him.
All right, just like that. After gathering with his family, he would stay in the village.
Just as he was about to move, the news changed and on the television screen, Ridwan saw his own figure that was still neat; with heroic facial lines, misty hair and a clean face, he looks like a hero for truth.
Cold sweat soaked Ridwan's back as he read the news headline listed, “RIDWAN JUWANTO S, YB SUSPECT'S WHISTLEBLOWER, BRIEFLY PRESSED AND IN TERROR AFTER REPORTING.”
Ridwan's eyes stared unblinkingly at the tv screen. He listens to the reporter's narrative on the sidelines of his mind's chaos.
“Ridwan Juwanto had become one of the President's successful teams, but after three months, his figure began to be rarely seen.”
The reporter was standing directly in front of the office building, the hours of the live broadcast when it showed eight in the morning.
The camera shifted and highlighted the box-faced and mustachioed man, Ridwan knew who he was. His superior.
His superior with a flat face–but Ridwan could see the annoyance in his eyes–said, “Pak Ridwan at his workplace worked smoothly and there was no pressure at all. She works in the public relations section, the issue is not right at all.”
Ridwan works as usual. Physical stress does not occur. Only occasionally was his mentality suppressed.
“Then what about the state of his house, sir? We had heard that Mr. Ridwan had reported several times about his house entered by foreigners.”
His boss refused to. “If the issue is still unclear.” he also knows that the report to the police did not come to fruition because there is no evidence. In addition to the cctv outside that shows there are people in and out, only the house is left in a mess. The point is, the culprit can't be caught.
“Of course the police are still in the process of handling this case, yes.” quickly his boss threw a burden on the police.
Ridwan watched as the reporter ended the interview and shortly thereafter the ad came in.
Ridwan sat frozen in the chair. He's just an ordinary fish that works like any other. As his name and figure began to dim, someone raised his name.
That person wanted Ridwan to plunge and swim in this murky water.
Perhaps soon, those reporters will come and swarm his residence.
***
Muta listened to Joe's report while focusing on reading articles that were recently published by his company's media.
"How is he doing?" tanya Reksa before she switched to a question and answer forum and posted a new question: 'My 3-year-old son started to stop playing with his toys. I have to how?'
"Projects in the P area had obstacles with local residents and almost clashed. Mr. Igor hired, um. thugs who were still from the local area to cool the atmosphere."
Mutual nodded a few times. "If the problem is big, just call the security guard."
"I understand." Joe shifted the tablet and continued. "I've already begun to bring Ridwan's name to the surface. Might as well... Mr. Satria will find the source directly after investigating more deeply." that is, Muta will be found out tricking Satria.
Hearing him, Reksa smirked faintly. "When he finds it, it's too late."
Joe ends his report and the two move in to attend the meeting. Wana who was outside immediately stood up straight.
"I'm going to eat at Daisy's tonight."
Wana nodded. "I'll book a place."
While Reksa was walking steadily towards the elevator, Joe stopped for a moment and handed the member card to Wana. "This is the card of the Daisy Restaurant. The restaurant's phone number is in the PTG folder."
The two of them left behind the elevator. Wana who contacted the restaurant then knew that Daisy Restaurant could only be ordered a week from the specified schedule, but with a card in Wana's hand, the order was accepted. That's three times the normal price.
Because the restaurant was family owned, only one wave of guests were received in a day. The place is hidden but the service is best. People who know Daisy Restaurant know her by word of mouth and for certain circles only.
Sure enough, the time he searched on the search, there was no such thing as Daisy Restaurant.
Wana thought, if Joe did not stop and remind, maybe he was confused at this time. Luckily Joe was a good boss.
Only the boss is the trap digger. Grinding her teeth, Wana started memorizing every number listed in the folder.
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author would like to say something: Sorry about the old update because there is a problem with the laptop. So I bought a bluetooth keyboard to connect to HP. Fought productively!! ( ⁇ )
