The Gem of the Heart of the Former Thug

workshop sir dawn fire (again)

The night is very late. The clock on the wall of the room already showed the number twelve. His body was tired, but his eyes did not want to shut.

Maybe because the adrenaline is still too high, after fighting against time, clean up all the expo equipment.

*Huwannuru yahdil kha irina dziyau hu*...

The ringing of the phone distracted him. The hand that had been stirring up the black coffee, grabbed his phone. He smiled reading the name that was plastered on the phone screen.

“Assalamu’alaikum” greet Budi while walking.

“Wa’alaikum salam”

There was a feeling of unease as he looked at the smile on the face of the person who called him.

“Kok your jacket is so slashed, ngger? It's cold, what?” a question made him laugh. Yes, it was Ratih's mom who called with a video call.

“The name is also in Germany, Mom. It's cold, it's. If it's hot, Egypt” replied Budi joking. He sat on the balcony chair.

“Hempf. Ha ha ha ha ha. Could you, ngger” comments from Ratih, after laughing.

“How are you, Mom? Healthy?” ask Budi.

“Alhamdulillah, healthy” replied bu Ratih.

“You yourself, how? How lethargic is that? Tired of it, abis beberes? Around what time, some?” madam asked back.

“Aduh, ouch, mother. Wealthy Adel. If nanya berondongan” comments Budi.

“Ha? Ha ha ha ha ha. Masa, anyway?”

“Alhamdulillah, healthy. Do you look at Mom, tired? Yes, yes, anyway. The chase is the same time. Just also round the clock as clear as before” replied Budi.

“Subhanalloh's chat. From morning just out at eleven? A lot of it, ?”

“Yes the rest should be exported back to Indonesia, bu”

“Oh, so. Ngurusin all macem files, dong?”

“Ya. It feels so good, Mom. It's cold, again. Adel, seri”

“Haish, haphazard. Don't ngayal! Not good” sergeah bu Ratih.

“Ha ha ha ha. Yes, mom. Kidding”

“Eh, tomorrow so go home right, ?” ask Mrs Ratih expectantly.

But Budi did not immediately answer. He looked at his mother's face.

“Why?” ask Mrs Ratih again.

“That's it, ma'am. We're stuck here”

“Trapped?” tanya Ratih did not understand.

“Iya. The German government has decided to impose lock down”, Budi replied.

“Lock down? What is tuh?”

“Cleaning country, mom. So from now on, there is no longer a mode of transportation that is allowed to go out or enter the country of Germany. Be it land, sea, or air. Most interesting for the next month” replied Budi at length.

“Subhanalloh's chat. How is it going to be there? Her permission, her eating, her stay?” madam looks a little panicked.

“Alhamdulillah, ma'am about the permit, it was already machined with Erika. The matter of where he lives has also been filled with the same company. About money eating anyway, don't ask, ma'am! Just don't know, the same Deni Bayu was nyari groceries, what is already dapet what has not”

“Ya Alloh, ngger. don't make you afraid, dong! What can you help? Canned food can be packaged, right?” madam Ratih is panicking.

Outside the room, Deni and Bayu's airs are heard calling to his friends.

“Aalhamdulillah's. It was dateng, ma'am. Dapet many kayaknya, until ask for help to bring bambu” said Budi while walking.

“Aalhamdulillah's. Thank goodness I gotu” said bu Ratih relieved.

“IBUUU”

Suddenly the voice of the Princess shouted from behind. Suddenly, Ratih was surprised and went out of the room.

“What's up, Put?” ask the confused Ratih.

“It. This” replied the Princess gasping for breath.

“Whose house is it, Put?” ask Ratih ma'am.

I wonder what her mother and sister are talking about. He could not see it, as his mother's phone was being held carelessly.

“This workshop mbak Adel, bu” replied Princess then.

“Innallahi. Yeah, bener. How can?” madam Ratih's response was shocked. Across there, Budi was no less surprised.

“Ndon't know. This Madin also can not be queriedin” replied Princess.

“Udah phone damkar?”

“Oh, yes. Damkar”

The princess immediately turned off her phone with Madina, to call the firefighters. Budi had called his mother, but Ratih did not respond. He just turned off his phone. That's because Ratih's mom is getting ready to invite the Princess to go to Adel's house.

Several times Budi tried to call his mother again, but there was no answer. And so when he called the princess. There's absolutely no response. She who was wearing handsfree in her ear, did not hear that Ratna was knocking on her bedroom door. He has even turned his head into his room.

“You why the hell, Bud?” erika asked, as they were having a meal together.

“Eat, mas! Mbak Adel must understand, kok” said Ratna. Suddenly Erika looked at him with a sharp look.

“Iya. He's loyal, really. He will not move to another heart. Believe me! Aldo witness” Hilda added.

Replace him who now gets a dislike gaze from Erika.

But Budi still continues to play his phone, without responding to the jokes of his friends. He is still trying to be able to connect with people who are close to the position of Adel's house. But the results are still nil.

“Bud! please respect Deni's business with Bayu! Again snowing gini they still want nyariin food for us” scolded Erika. budi sighed heavily.

“The workshop is Fajar sir, fire” said Budi kemdian.

“What?”

Almost in unison they responded in shock.

“What the hell, Bud? Very funny jokes” Erika's comments.

“Who is joking? Here I am again seeking certainty. But no one can be contacted” said Budi.

“Emang you know from whom, mas?” ask Ratna.

“From Princess. Just then I video call the same mother, suddenly the Princess shouted to call mother. He said Adel's workshop was on fire. But I am not loved by my mother. Abis is the same mother Princess did not pick up my phone. Dizziness I became” Bud replied explaining.

“Astaghrfirullohal’adzim. Sorry Ratna, mom! Ratna misspoke” said Ratna apologized.

“I'm also sorry, Bud” said Hilda followed Ratna.

“Yes, yes, yes already. Mending now abisin hunt hence, continue to help Budi find information! It must have been morning there now” said Erika gave an idea.

“Good, mbak” answer them compact.

Even while eating they play each other's phones. Some are calling, some are texting, some are monitoring social media. Anyway everything related to his workshop Mr. Fajar, they collect his info.

But for some reason, everyone who called seemed to be stuck with something. Same as not getting answers. Those who sent the message also did not immediately get a reply. Those monitoring social media have not yet had results. To the point that they are astonished. Usually news about fires and such will spread very quickly through social media. Especially those that affect public figures. But this doesn't even exist at all.

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