The Gem of the Heart of the Former Thug

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Sunday morning, as agreed, Budi went to his cousin's house. Not to forget he installed a go pro camera Erika gave on his motorbike.

Erika said she wanted to see Budi's trip, starting from the gallery, load the fish, the road to ponorogo, unload the cargo, until she returned to her cousin Budi's place. Although last night Budi had laughed at the request, but he thought there was no harm. Not heavy though.

Because from the sack watu, he took a longer time to get to his cousin's house and get there, all the polyfoam has been raised on the car tub. It's been covered in tarps and dug up, in fact. One car had already left, and his older cousin was also seen willing to go with his wife.

“Walah. Sorry, I'm late”

Budi exclaimed while grinning. His cousin was just a head grin.

“Yes, here's the note. If you want to check, unload it again! I want to go first” replied his cousin. Budi received a record of some kind of sales note from his cousin.

“It's money the same way the food money. And this is your wages, continued his cousin.

“Oke” reply Budi.

“Go first, yes?” cousin's pamit.

“Ya, mas” reply Budi.

After the departure of his cousin, Budi saw the clock on his phone. He nodded his head. He felt that there was still enough time to check his cargo this time. He decided to reopen the rope, and open the tarp.

*Huwannuru yahdil kha irina dziyau hu*...

New also position the camera go pro in the right position, suddenly Budi's phone rings. And it looks like Farah's name is plastered as a caller. Video calls, again.

“Halo, assalamu’alaikum” sapa Budi.

“Wa’alaikum salam”

It turned out that Paul was seen on his phone screen.

“Loh, sir Paul. How can you be Farah?” ask Budi.

“Budd. It turned out that his guest came. The same government business is done. You came, yes!” paul's orders without further ado.

“Waduh” comments Budi Brief.

“Yes, your friends, deh. Anyway I need you from morning. I wait, yes!”

“Ya, sir. Siap” reply Budi.

“Yes, that's it. Assalamu’alaikum” pamit pak paul.

“Wa’alaikum salam” replied Budi.

A moment of pensive Budi. He was thinking, what step would he take now.

“What's clay?” ask the camera. It was like Erika there.

“You, right. Try last night there was a logical explanation. I will not come here” continued Budi, still by staring at the camera.

“Kalo like this, how dong? The money is in your hands, this. When I'm off?” continue to be more.

Then he pensively again. He thought again, how to accommodate these two interests.

“Mas. How about I replace in”

A voice from behind him, jerking his wishful thinking.

“Eh, Edi. Not working, Ed?” sapa Budi's. Edi is Budi's childhood friend.

“Again, mas. That's why I'm nawarin. You can eat today the same tomorrow. He he”

“Oh. Good offer, Ed. But I'm still confused”

“Bingung why? If I were you, factory work would not stay. Overtime a day too, can be three times round and round with this car” asked Edi.

“Lagian can also do the same people who need more” continued Edi.

“But don't ngentit, yes! Mas Eko nyari me because I do not believe the same driver shot. Afraid of being bitten, he's afraid.

“Hempf. Who dares to ngentit mas Eko? Your name is too big to be a toy. Especially just fish. Yeah, um. Dapetnya not how much, the stakes are life” us Edi while chuckling.

“Lah, continues, which mas Eko said was ever kentit it?”

“Ya elah mas. You are the son of a trader, you do not know how to woo buyers. Yes it could be Eko. Let you drive the car. Mr. Janto said, if you bring a car, focus. Cepet. That's what Eko likes. If you are at two o'clock already here, there is still time to shop to semarang”

“Oh. Yes also sih” comments Budi.

“Terus, how?” ask Edi.

“I was just a spit. Want no?”

“There's money to eat, right?”

“Ada”

“OK. Than no income”

“No one's clamped!”

“Iya, mass. I earn money, not nyari mati” replied Edi.

“Yes already, nih” said Budi handed over the car keys, notes, and money to Edi.

“I'm staying from above, huh? Keep this trust!”

“Emang still can, mas?”

“Still, lah”

“Beres. Please monitor every second. My intention is, look for income. If you are looking for it because it is certainly not the same as you, mas” comments Edi.

“Yes, I stay, yes!” pamit Budi while reaching for his go-prime camera.

“Tumben main gopro? Is it on top?” ask Edi.

“Create a campaign, not enough from above. No look at the merakyatnya” replied Budi origin.

“Wit. Want nyaleg, the story?” ask Edi enthusiastically.

“Ha ha ha. Comfortable” reply Budi.

“Pregnant?”

“Nyalon mantu” reply Budi.

“The prospective in-laws would like the same as the hard-working potential ghosts. It should I showin” continued Budi.

“Wuih. Which person is it, now?”

“There's deh”

Budi smiled to see Edi shaking his head.

“Initial, yes? assalamu’alaikum”

He went from his cousin's house to the factory where he worked. On the way he stopped. He picked up the phone and sent a short message to his cousin.

*Mas. I called my boss to the factory. It turned out that his guest came. It's a shipment of fish I'm overflowing to Edi. He was self-conscious. He said he needed money again. But relax, I'll keep a close eye on the factory. He is also afraid of me. So it should be safe, nothing is clicked*.

After sending the message, Budi immediately continued his journey. At the factory, he was already awaited by the marketing team. The plan they will together to a shophouse rented to be used as a showroom.

“Again who, mas?”

Erika's voice surprised him. He was also present this morning.

“There, temen mainku” replied Budi.

“Nih, camera. Failed” continued Budi while chuckling.

“He he's. Yes papa” said Erika, while receiving the camera.

“Tasks mas later also no less cool, really. Cooler, instead”

“Emang for what, anyway? Don't tell me to show off to your papa!"

“He he's. Peace” Erika grimaced as she brandished a peaceful sign into the air.

“Aw. Thankfully it wasn't. What did your papa say to me when I got a fish? Not cool, lah” comments Budi.

“Who is not cool? Cool mud toy, kok”

“Fly again, praised mulu”

“Not muji. It's real, right?”

“Ka. Is the file ready?”

Mr. Paul's voice distracts them.

“Already, sir. Please check again, if you please” replied Erika.

Budi mangosteen. The question in his heart was answered earlier. Why did Erika come this morning. Turns out he came in his capacity as his secretary Paul sir.

“Tamunya is deket. Yuk, off!”

Farah's voice broke the silence of Sunday morning. And as commanded, everyone present immediately approached the car that was about to take them. Except Erika. He was in Paul's car, because they seemed to be still discussing something.

Shortly after they arrived at the showroom, the guests they were waiting for came. There was a warm conversation.

From pleasantries, it escalates into serious talk. Not infrequently Budi is involved, to provide explanations about the production process. Includes settings if there is a special design request.

During the conversation, Budi's phone rang several times. But he always presses the key to stop ringing. Until finally, the official visit in the showroom was over. The marketing team invited the guest to meet at the restaurant next to them. And I was allowed to take the phone call.

“Halo, assalamu’alaikum” sapa Budi.

“Budd. Where are you, anyway?”

The voice of Mas Eko immediately rose without answering Budi's greeting.

“For the same guest, mas. Why?” reply Budi.

“That's a car why can you get razzia? What do you love?” ask Eko.

“What love? Not yet stretched either. Why the car? Razia is just a sim affair, STNK is the same KIR”

“Iya. What do you love dalem? If you want business, do not sacrifice sodara, lah!”

“What's the matter, anyway? I haven't picked up your car, mas”

“Alah. Don't worry, deh! How can there be drugs in the stomach kettle? You want to tell me Edi's in? Where do you know, he?”

“Lah. Did Eko accuse me of this? What basically?”

Budi's voice was getting higher, making all eyes on him.

“Ya continue?”

“Loh. Who's packing who? How am I accused?”

“Bud, that's it. Don't be rich like sodara! No need to play with fire!”

“Mas. I have proof that I haven't touched your car at all. I brought the gopro. If you don't believe me, say where are you now! I love clay”

“Ngapain you brought gopro to my house?”

“Ngapain gopro me, now?”

“Yes what did you videoin my car for? You want to meet me with Gondo? You want to see how rich my fish are, so?”

“Lah. Where to go?” ask Budi wonder.

“I parked behind your car, mas. I also just put the camera on the terrace, make it a while I put it on the dashboard. Why travel to Gondo?”

“Dasar satan” comments on Eko.

“I don't want to know. I don't want to drag about this drug”

“Lah. Go to the police, please. What's nomong to me? Really accuse me, you mas?”

“Yes who else?”

“With all the homat, the cave is sorry, if this abis, the cave is not polite anymore as you, mas” said Budi.

*Tuut*

Budi clenched his hand holding back the anger. Erika.

“Why, mas?” ask Erika.

“Ka. Can I pinch your camera?” Back to asking.

“What's up, mas?” erika asked while giving me the small camera earlier.

“I permission first, want to polres” said Budi without answering Erika's question.

“Bang*** turns out that Eko” was furious.

Without him realizing it, it turns out that Mr. Paul noticed it from now on.

“Pake my car, Bud!” exclaim sir Paul.

Without having a chance to answer, Budi was surprised by something that floated towards him. Mr. Paul had thrown the remote of his car without waiting for a response from him.

“Thank you, pak” replied Budi.

“You're coming, ka!” paul's orders to Erika.

“Good, pak” replied Erika.

They both left the showroom.