The Blood Of God's

PLAY FOR ME #11

"Vstret' yes?" ask Mahreen in surprise. (russian \= met me?)

Haidar again just showed off his flat smile.The young man was indeed a person who was too guarding the image, in front of anyone, including his own mother.

Mahreen swallowed his food then looked at the young man with a deep look. "Moy Brat, why would Ty want to see me? anything important?"

the word Moy Brat is a call in Russian which means, my brother. whereas the word Ty, it refers to your word in Russian.

Haidar shook his head slowly but still smiled.of course it makes Mahreen astonished and misbehaved.The green-eyed girl looked down. "Ty don't make Ya awkward like this" he said softly.

yes, is a Russian word that means me or me.

"Yes prosto khochu uvidet' tebya.." said Haidar made Mahreen surprised. (I just want to see you.)

the Russian girl smiled broadly, "Ty svobodno govorish' po russki?" he said in amazement. (are you good at Russian?)

Haidar smiled again. "Ya vse yeshche izuchayu etot yazyk. tak chto my mozhem pogovorit' boleye intimate." he said again in a warm tone. (I deliberately studied it so that we could be more familiar talking.).

Mahreen gave a crisp laugh followed by Haidar's flat smile again.The young man was completely captivated by the green-eyed Russian girl's white teeth.Everything about Mahreen would feel wonderful to him. don't know why? the young man did not know, he just followed his instincts.

"Ah, be tired of speaking Russian." said Mahreen, "I feel sorry for you Sister. anyway, I can still speak Indonesian. yes we speak Indonesian." proposed the girl, "So that..more familiar."

"You replied to me apparently." said Haidar to make Mahreen laugh again.after that both of them were silent again and just throw a smile.

"Be serious, brother." pinta Mahreen. "Why would you meet me?"

Haidar seemed to weigh and then took a long breath. "What do you think of your new home?" stud Haidar.

Mahreen nodded then cut his lips for a moment then looked at Haidar. "Well...beautiful, cozy...more?"

"What do you think of Mama and Aunt Imel?" ask Haidar.

"Is this guy asking questions or want an interview anyway?" sela Mahreen then laughed.Haidar's face momentarily reddened and then looked down on him and hid his laughter.

"Am I as impressed as the person who was about to interview you?" ask Haidar.

"Of course, look at it." Mahreen replied, "If you just want to ask about me, I'll get you my personal data file?" said the girl was about to stand up but quickly detained Haidar. fingers of the man's hand clasped the arms of Mahreen.

"No need.." said Haidar and hinted Mahreen to sit again. Haidar pressed the bell.At that moment Aunt Imel appeared with her graceful steps.

"Mr Chouji. I didn't expect you to come." said Aunt Imel in a formal tone.

Haidar nodded his head towards the baking sheet with the condiment jar and ketchup bottle on the table.

"Please take this food to the kitchen." pinta Haidar.

Aunt Imel nodded and clapped three times.Two servants appeared again and immediately cleaned the dining table. Aunt Imel looked at her young master. "Is there anything else my Lord wants?" asked the woman leaning her body while squinting and then glancing one eye towards Haidar.

Haidar shook his head and smiled faintly. "No, thank you, Auntie" he replied.

Aunt Imel nodded then straightened her body and raised her chin. "I'm back where I am. If you need me, you can press the bell again" she said and turned around gracefully leaving the room, followed by Mahreen's astonished gaze.

"Any, is it just because there is Big Brother, his attitude is so formal? whereas in front of me and Haanish or Callista, he behaves normally." murmured Mahreen.

"He is a person who is good at carrying himself.he can behave according to the conditions that occur at that time.if you are in a relaxed atmosphere, Aunt Imel will look relaxed too, if he is in an official atmosphere, he will be formal." said Haidar. "I admit it."

Mahreen nodded in understanding. Haidar sighed. "Well, it looks like I have to leave because there's still a lot of office work pending" the young man stood up.

Mahreen stood up, "Son, what the hell? delaying office work time just to ask how far do I feel???" he said with amazement.

Haidar was caught off guard.he was misbehaved too eventually. Mahreen shook his head, then reprimanded. "Other times, finish the work first and take care of personal affairs. anyway, we can still meet again next time..."

Haidar smiled and nodded. "You're right, I'll be more disciplined from now on" he continued.

"Yep. Moy Brat spirit!!" mahreen exclaimed to take Haidar to the front door. Haidar opened the door.

before stepping away.he turned around for a moment and said, "Uvidimsya, moya dorogaya.." making Mahreen's cheeks red. (See you, my dear.)

"Father Brother, ihhh." exclaimed Mahreen blushed and pushed slowly Haidar, out of the house.after which the girl closed the door and leaned her back on the door. his face looked up and then showed a big smile and then bit his lips to absorb the beautiful words that Haidar just threw.

duuuhhhh...

...*******...

a large tall man with a plontos head wrapped in a pet hat and his burly body like a hulk, wrapped in official clothes that looked a bit narrow for him. The officer's step swayed and arrived in a room. he stared at the nameplate on the door.

HR Bureau Polda Gorontalo....

the man knocked on the door and a call came from behind the door.The burly officer turned the doorknob and pushed him. After which he stood ready and did his homage, then introduced himself.

"Report, Ipda Salman Attar Williams, S.I.K of West Sumatra Police came to report!" said the man.

"Please sit down." replied the man in casual clothes, a white shirt with a striped tie. The police mini badge was pinned to the left of his long-sleeved shirt and the nameplate was pinned to the right of his shirt. for a moment the man patted his black cotton pants and sat down.

Salman, the officer who was as thick as the hulk then sat up in an upright position.The chair looked so mini on his butt.

"Find your file." asked the man.

Salman took out a portfolio from his backpack and handed the file to the man, opened it and examined important papers about the mutation of the inspector from Padang to Gorontalo. shortly thereafter the man nodded.

"Welcome to join the Gorontalo area police" he said, "I'm Dalpers here, Police Commissioner Syahrul Pano, S.I.K, M.H." the man introduced himself. "Today, enjoy your free time.Tomorrow you will accept your assignment."

Salman stood ready and then saluted.after that he reached out and Syahrul welcomed him to the salaman.

"Oh yeah, I just remembered." said Syahrul. "After this, you go to the top floor.I was ordered when you arrived, told to directly face him, Mother Wakapolda. happened to be in his room."

"Ready, go!" replied Salman.

the officer turned around and stepped out of the room after closing the door. Salman again took a swing and found the elevator, he stepped closer and the elevator door opened. Salman came inside and there was a digital receptionist.

🔊 "Welcome. Which floor do you want to walk on?"

🔊 "Confirmed... please." said the electronic receptionist.

the elevator machine buzzed and the object took Salman up. Before long the elevator arrived at the top floor.

🔊 "You have arrived in the special room of the Gorontalo regional police terrace leader."

"Thank you" replied Salman.

🔊 "Sama-sama. please." sahut along with that elevator door open.

Salman stepped back and found a crossroads.on the right it seemed the workroom of the Gorontalo Police Chief.it appeared a man of ruthless stature and large stature like himself standing in front of the door. when he turned his head and the gazes of the two were turning.the two threw sharp glances at each other.

Salman then turned towards the left and found a large door with a sign.

...WAKAPOLDA...

...Amalia Ali, S.I.K, M.H.I, Ph.D....

...The NRP Police Commissioner. 89040099...

Salman knocked on the door and a call came in from next to the room. Salman turned the handle and pushed the door.

it appears that a parobaya jilbaber is wearing a daily service outfit complete with a rank ballet and a medal of honor embedded in her wear. The woman is arranging holographic files displayed on the screen on the thermoglass-based table.

salman's presence at the door made him disable all digital features presented holographic media. Salman has done his respects.

"Report, Inspector of Two Cops, Salman." exclaimed Salman but did not finish his report because the woman shook her hand.

"Eysssshhh.h. is too formal." he then pointed to the sofa. "Matoduwolo.." he said.

"Odu'olo." replied Salman politely then stepped onto the sofa and sat there.

the jilbaber laughed, "You too are talking gorontalo. Who taught you?" the policewoman then sat down on a sofa.

Salman laughed softly, "Mintuo Etek who taught ambo spoke gorontalo" he replied. Mintuo Etek is the name for Airina, as the wife of Akram who is the uncle of Salman, because her father, Ikram is a twin sister of Akram.

Jilbaber is Inayah who has served as the number two person in the area police for a year. "Your father just finished calling Auntie.he sent you a message to get noticed. Aunty just laughed, however after seeing the stupidity of your body, Aunty thought, you do not need to be noticed anymore" he said half teasing.

Salman blushed, "Number of Aunts, urang region...."

He laughed again, shaking his hand. "Here you go.." he said then interrupted again, "Do you have a place to live? definitely don't have one." guessed it.

again, Salman could only nod his head. Inayah nodded. "You just stay at the Lasantu Residence, the address is in Wongkaditi. later Auntie told Haidar."

"Tarimo love a lot, Auntie." replied Salman.

Inayah nodded.before long heard beeps on the sofa table. Inayah checks the call.she presses the active button of the conference.A holographic face appears shaped face of a rather old man.

"Ready, Om." cried Inayah sprightly. "What's wrong?"

🖥 "You go to my room first. there is something Om wants to discuss with you. don't forget, tuh Dodit brought in all of you." said the old man's face.

🖥 "Ready, Om." replied Inayah.

the holographic screen disappeared and Inayah looked at Salman. "Auntie again there is a meeting with Mr. Kapolda. You please just go back." said Inayah while rising.

"Let Ambo escort Bibi to his room Mr. Kapolda." pinta Salman politely. Inayah was enthusiastic.

"Come on then. Let's just say you're Aunt's personal assistant, huh?" said Inayah stepped to the door followed by Salman who stood and stepped behind the police.the two went down the corridor and arrived in front of the door of the police room.There was Dodit who acted as a personal assistant.

"Hi Dit." said Inayah.

Dodit just smiled flatly and looked back at Salman sharply. Salman looked at the ballet on the officer's shoulder and nodded politely. "Apo Kaba Uda?" sapana.

Dodit just nodded flatly. the man did not understand also the language of the minangkabau. the man then came forward knocking on the door. There was a call from behind the room. For a moment Inayah looked at Dodit.

"Om Marwan what do you want to say? you know what?" inayah asked softly but Dodit just shrugged his shoulders.

"Where does Ana know?" fielded.

"You are also called in." said Inayah.

"Ah, is that right?!" dodit said in surprise.

"Where do I know?" inayah's reply made Dodit a wry smile. He looked at Salman. "You just go back to Wongkaditi, straight to the Lasantu Residence? see it on your GPS."

then Inayah invited Dodit into the room. Salman turned back down the corridor and turned left and arrived at the elevator.

🔊 "Welcome.Note the floor you want to track." he said.

"Floor one!" replied Salman.

the door opened and Salman entered.the elevator brought him back to the first floor.The officer then stepped out when the door opened.he quickly stepped out of the office towards his vehicle, a big V-engined motorcycle. he rode on it and immediately darted out of the office of Polda Gorontalo.

based on GPS featuring a holographic map, Salman found the location of the Lasantu residence.he again drove his vehicle to overtake other vehicles. the appearance of the motor is in harmony with the strength of his body.

shortly thereafter, in just fifteen minutes, Salman arrived in front of the Lasantu Residence.there was no gate at the gate, so Salman freely inserted his motoe gedenya into the grounds of the three-story house.

Salman got off the motorbike and stepped casually into the residence through the front door that slightly opened.the deck of his shoe sole was clearly heard on the floor of the residence.

"You who? come without greeting." a voice that was getting clearer and clearer.A young man with long hair a little bit as thick as appeared down the stairs.

his gaze was piercingly sharp, but it turned out that Salman was not affected by anything.

"Who are you?" ask the young man.

"I'm Salman Attar Williams, from Gorontalo Police. Wakapolda told me to stay in this residence." replied Salman.

"What's? Mama said you could stay here?" said the young man.[]