The Gem of the Heart of the Former Thug

veracity

“They're closing in on the front, bos” reports Sephia again.

“Five seconds” he continued.

“DO NOT MOVE!”

DAARRRS

“AAAAA”

“ERIKAA” shouted Budi.

Erika mentally retreated, until rolling on the gallery terrace. A bullet struck right in his left chest.

It turned out that one of the shooters, pointed his gun again to Erika's chest.

PRAAAAAKK

Jreebb

“AAAAA”

Suddenly, it appeared like a firework exploded next to the impurity. And a moment later, those fireworks were targeting those impostors. They make them scream in pain. How many of them did not even move, as soon as the splinters glowed right in their heads.

“Gosh” muttered Handono.

He did not believe what he saw. He believes the fireworks are weapons. With just a single bullet, sixteen people instantly collapsed without a fight.

“I am not papa, mas” said Erika, after sighing heavily. Help him wake up.

His chest still hurts, after being hit by a bullet. It takes several breaths, to be able to relieve his chest. Luckily, his bulletproof vest was still able to withstand the close-range shots earlier.

“Ho ho. How is Handono?”

A voice distracts both of them. They looked towards the front.

“Hempf”

Handono chuckled at Nungki's arrival. Budi so think hard, interpret the meaning of laughter Handono. He invited Erika to come closer.

“Bare too, you” comments Handono.

“You are too brave, Handono. Ngusik Abdul Rouf” Nungki. Budi scrunched his forehead.

“On revenge, hem? That's how common, your grudge?” nungki.

“Ha ha ha ha. The boy. You think you can escape Fathoni?” sahut Handono while laughing.

Budi was surprised to hear the name Fathoni called Handono.

“You won't be able to run, Salma. Fathoni will dapetin you again” continued Handono.

If Fathoni was part of them, then why did the man reveal who Bejo really was? That's what Budi thinks.

“There is no place comfortable for you except your grave” Handono said again.

“You think I'm a greedy man who's greedy for the world? Ha ha ha” suhut Nungki. His laughter was accompanied by a violent grin. He brought his face closer to Handono's.

“I am a bloodthirsty hunter, who loves death as much as you love life. I will not enter my grave, unless I bring you and all your conspirators” continued Nungki, accompanied by his cruel grin.

“Bos. His fuselage truck went into the ravine. Wood rolled into the river” Sephia reported.

“Kok can? No water is it? Can be netted?” sahut Budi's.

I was surprised to hear the news. Sephia's prediction about the strength of the Respati guards turned out to be a miss. Mission brings Respati, fails. His surprised voice made Handono laugh.

“Deras, boss. But still following the river. About the net, can not be predicted”

But understand, Sephia can still track the movement of the Respati. This time Sephia did not dare to give input on the strength of the guard Bejo or Respati.

Nungki looked towards Budi. He wants to offer help, but he knows, Budi is not believing in his institution. He was just waiting for Budi to say something. But Budi never spoke.

“I know, a Bejo is not a random person. Many troops. Different from what you tie, mas” said Nungki to Budi. He smiled mockingly at Handono.

“Win the post of doang him, anyway. Sama pinter ngakalin temenya” continued Nungki. He and Handono throw each other mockery smiles.

“Always, benefit it to be a living shield. How many times has Abdul Rouf been saved?” said Nungki again.

Here, Budi was a bit surprised. It was as if Nungki wanted to say that his father, used to be part of his accomplice Handono. As if confirming what Handono said, earlier.

“You should thank him. You should take care of her children, “

“Cih” cut Handono.

“Ha ha ha ha. About Gita Syarifah, huh? Pinter, it turns out gobl*k. Ha ha ha” replacements Nungki cutting. Handono.

“Year-years of living in revenge, but never find out the truth” continued Nungki. Handono is getting emotional.

“Gita Syarifah”

Nungki hung his words.

“Bripka, posthumous”

Nungki's words made Handono stupefied. He was surprised to hear the name of the police department mentioned Nungki.

“He's not a cottage graduate. He graduated from Akabri, with Abdul Rouf” continued Nungki.

Be surprised. But there was a speck of relief in his chest. He hoped that what Nungki said this time was true. That his father was not a member of Handono's group, but rather an undercover intel.

“And he, twins” continued Nungki again.

He showed an old photograph depicting the togetherness of Gita Syarifah and its twin. Handono. They were silent for a moment.

“His sister, Gita Shella Syarifah. There's a middle name. He is the one who graduated hut” said Nungki.

Handono. His memory drifted into the past. He had heard that his men had seen Gita somewhere else, but Gita was with him.

At that time he thought that his men who called only saw people who resembled Gita.

On the other hand, I was confused. The moment feels right. Nungki brought a photo, which could strengthen his narrative. It was as if he already knew, that Handono would be in this place.

“Both are identical. Until the nature and body gestures are also very similar. Both are also unique, both called Gita and Ifah. Just, if you call Gita, you refer to your boyfriend. Kalo Ifah, referring to his wife Abdul Rouf” continued Nungki.

“But you really gobl*k so much a guy. Not at all know your own boyfriend”

“Persetan equals your talk. Pembuual” sahut Handono.

“Cih” said Handono, grinning.

“But you must still want, right, same woman, who you took his heart, on the night of your gang raid?” ask Nungki, while presenting a photo.

A woman, wearing black jeans, wearing boots, wearing black shirts, wearing a black leather jacket, and wearing a black mask that covers her entire face.

The woman's left chest was visibly hollowed out by a knife incision. Blood was everywhere. Handono returned wide.

“Are you not thinking of removing the mask?” ask Nungki again.

He returned with another photo. Where the woman's mask has been removed.

“Gita?” handono Gumam. He heard heavy breathing.

“Yapc. He is the true Gita Sharifah. Not Gita Shella, which you've been sleeping” all this time

“BOHONG” shouted Handono.

Budi and Erika were surprised, seeing Handono's reaction.

“This must be your wits doang, right? Pembual” basics continued Handono.

“Hempf. Ha ha ha” nungki even laughed off.

Make Budi, from his laughter, Handono's reaction is like a goal for Nungki. So, how can Nungki prepare all that, if he did not know before? Who told him? Was Hind deliberately allowed to kidnap Sephia? Or Sephia data transmission read by Nungki? Or is there an informant in this place? Too many questions come to mind.

“So, all this time, all you have in mind is just how do you channel the BBM containing drugs into this city? Just think how to ignore Abdul Rouf's son? You know, the intel was Abdul Rouf. But you never know, if your own boyfriend, is the copatriot of that intel? Basic sucks. Ha ha ha ha ha”

“That incident, Vani wasn't born yet. It means you were not born either. Know where you are from, little set*n?” ask Handono, Iirih.

“Good question. But the question turned to your own, Handono. How do I know about Gita Syarifah, if he's not a police officer?” comment Nungki. Handono.

“Ngak all members can get access to that data indeed, because Gita Syarifah, Abdul Rouf, and some other members, are special intel. The unpublished members of his existence, and are emblazoned directly by kopasandha. You should know that. This was before the Reformation. Fathoni aja tahu” continued Nungki.

Handono was wide-eyed to hear Nungki's last words. If Fathoni knew, why wasn't he told? How thought.

“Not to be surprised! That person, will be friends with people similar to him. Culas people like you, yes will be friends with people who are cynical as well. A con man, will be friends with a con man too. Isn't Bejo a fraud?” said Nungki, responding to Handono's shock.

“Betreath! Let your body be as rich as Fredi Budiman” advises Nungki.

“You think, you can drag me to nusa kambangan, ha?” sahut Handono's.

“Why not? What makes you immune? Bejo's? Hold on again also kankangkep, dia”

“What proof do you have, make me drag me there? Is it the same with Respati? Halu”'s

“What did I ever call Respati?” nungki asked back. Handono.

“Who is the respati? Bejo?” ask Nungki again, as if he did not know.

“Your voice will be evidence at the trial later. Get ready to die!” nungki.

Handono did not answer. He just looked at Nungki with hatred.

“Bos. Many factions are moving from central Java and west Java” Sephia reported.

“Everything is connected with one command message from Respati”.

“What message?” ask Budi lirih.

The question of Budi invites the attention of Nungki.

“Messages for earth-burning this gallery. Without or with Erika is here” replied Sephia.

Confused as to how. If there were hundreds, if not thousands, this would be the largest massacres in history. That would be very bad for his gallery image going forward. He thought, he must find a way to dispel Bejo's army, before he gets to this place.

In front of him, Nungki seemed to pull out something from inside his pants pocket. Something black with a metallic end. The shape of a box, the size of his grasp.

Cerrrrrttttt

“AAA”

Handono screeched, as Nungki glued the metallic end of the tool he was holding onto his neck. And a moment later, Handono was unconscious. He just lay on the gallery terrace.

“Need help?” ask Nungki to him.

“Do not make this workshop a place of slaughter, mas! Give coordinates! I will ban them” continued Nungki.

Not immediately answer. He was still hesitant to leave this matter to Nungki.

“Bos. Temporary number reaches five hundred people”

Sephia's voice shook Budi's composure. But he himself did not know what to answer.

“They agreed to meet at Gunung Kidul. West Java will gather in cilacap. They want to pass the Dandels” line continued Sephia.

“I know mas, you still don't trust the police. The truth about Zulfikar is so painful. He was cunning, shrewd, but he looked good.His son was David sir, anyway. But dealing with Bejo, not seremeh who is thinking. His group is already rich mexico” cartel said Nungki, responding to Budi's inertia.

Still be silent. Things he still considered in his brain.

“OK.

I'll use my own way. I'll ban them as far as possible. The rest, be the task of Budi” mas said Nungki again. Be listening.

“That's important, no more blood on this land! Not good for the future gallery” continued Nungki. He just nodded his head.

“This rancid man, can Nungki take it?” tanya Nungki, referring to Handono.

Budi did not answer. Only his eyes were saying objections.

“OK. I know you mind. But I have the power to bring him” comments Nungki. Here you react.

“Quiet, mas! Sephia knows where to find me, if I betray” Nungki's response, to Budi's body gesture.

There is nothing you can do but let Nungki bring Handono. Calculate, win-win solution. With Nungki, he did not have to deal with the local police.

“Oke” reply Budi.

In the end, Budi let Handono be taken away by Nungki. Several people from the riot squad helped Nungki bring Handono to one of the cars.

“Phia. Put your eye on her!” budi's Order.

“Already” reply Sephia.