The Gem of the Heart of the Former Thug

intelligence report

When opened by Budi, the first thing seen is a photo album. Album containing photos of Mr. Rouf as a young man.

“Masya Alloh” comments from Ratih.

“What's up, ma'am?” ask Budi.

Madam Ratih smiled as she pointed at some of the people who were inside the album.

“They are called Cobra and the others. They are similar, same they are. Same rich father, very similar to you” replied Ratih ma'am. She smiled at her mother's answer.

“Not expecting yes, ma'am. Turns out they were great people” comments Budi.

Madam Ratih smiled half-laughing. Budi so wonder, why his mother chuckled.there must be funny memories, whether about his father, or about his father's friends.

“Their booh, if again nengokin your father” chirps bu Ratih. He pointed to one of the photos, as they ate meatballs together in a stall.

“Oh. Where do they live, mom? That time, Budi” meant

“That time, I don't know either. Rarely can they gather together. It's just that mom's still a girl. New father PDKT same mother. Uh, they came. Messy, deh”

“Hempf. How messed up, ma'am?” ask Budi while laughing.

“Yes, people have not been made, said already dating. Where is generalized as a market, again. Huck, lah. Ngamuk, Mbah Lasmi”

“Oh. Mbah Lasmi was still there, at that time, ma'am?"

“Still. Still selling too. Well, the rampage is real, huh. Thugs of the era just to step aside, tahu”

“Hempf. Ha ha ha ha ha. Turns out Budi has a blood drip from a thug. Ha ha ha ha” comments Budi.

“Cuman, if you do, look like a father. Princess Tuh, who looks like Mbah Lasmi. Torture his voice”

“Hempf. Yeah, bener. Ha ha ha”

“Emang like to fight, bu?” ask Budi, a few moments later.

“Not so, anyway.more to overprotective. Senggol bacok, if said Pakde Baskoro” replied bu Ratih.

“Oh”

Budi chuckled at the word bacok. Although actually a bit confused as well. Because he had never seen his father fight.

“Pokonya, if anyone deketin mom, directly dipepet same father. Good thing about ngeper. If you do not, wuu, do not know, how many people were asked by mr”

“Walah. Why is Budi, huh? Ha ha ha ha” comments Budi.

Mrs Ratihpun laughed. Moreover, when there are several photos that capture the moment of Mr. Rouf fighting with several different men, who approached the Ratih bu. But when asked about Budi who captured the moment, Ratih also did not know.

“That's what map, ngger?” tanya Ratih, after the photos run out they enjoy.

“Wah yes. sophisticated really father, this year already has a clipped map, plastic cover. In the teacher's office, I used to still use the paper” cover Budi's comments, while lifting the map from the box. Thick is also.

“Wow”

Budi's attention was immediately drawn when opening the map. Not a plastic clear holder size A four, which is presented in it. Rather than a folder of paper, which is shaped like an envelope, but there is a hole to be attached to the clip. There was a java inscription on the front of the envelope.

“Kagem mom” said Budi, read the java writing.

“Make ibu” he continued, fixed on his mother.

“Out, ngger!” pinta bu Ratih's.

Budipun took out what was inside that envelope folder. On the front sheet, there was the same letter that Nungki had given him this afternoon.

“His marriage is father, bu” said Budi.

“Ya. same as earlier” replied Ratih ma'am.

I could look at his mother. Her mother's voice confused her. As if her mother had sincerely accepted the fact, that her husband had been married before she was with him.

“Why? Ko ngeliatin mom?” ask Ratih ma'am. Be smiling.

“Thank God, I've not taken” replied Budi half-laughing.

“Adow”

Budi was surprised to get a pretty hard pinch on his arm.

“Kok pinched, bu?” budi Protest.

“Udah can memcengin mom, yes?” sahut ma'am Ratih.

“Hempf. Ha ha ha” Budi just laughed, responding to his mother's words.

The first three sheets of paper, is a paper copy that Nungki gave last afternoon. Marriage certificate, pregnancy certificate, and divorce papers.

The rest, there are several sheets of past photos of Mr. Rouf. Where there are photos of Mr. Rouf's wedding with Gita Shella Syarifah, the moment of togetherness in some iconic tempak, and there is one photo that tells about the pregnancy of Gita Shella. Exactly when examined by a midwife.

“Heeh. Aurot”

Excited Ratih bu, while seizing a photo of Gita Shella, which is being held by Budi. The photo of Gita who was exposed to her clothes when examined by the midwife was immediately thrown by Ratih's mother near the door. Laugh at the jealous expression of his mother.

“That's what, ngger?” tanya Ratih, referring to the next envelope.

Let's get the contents out of that envelope. It contains sheets of files whose writing format is very unusual. It is written entirely in Javanese writing. But from the stepless photos in the file, Budi got it, if it was an intelligence report.

“What the hell is that, ngger? I don't understand how to read it” asked bu ratih.

Budi understood what his mother meant.not that Ratih bu could not read Javanese writing, but the sentence was not Javanese.

“This sentence in soft language, bu” replied Budi.

“Pillage. I thought arabic. But kok rich is not” comments bu Ratih.

“It looks like a duplicate of a file belonging to his friend father, ma'am. Fathoni once said that the police were close to arresting moreno's accomplice. But the evidence was lost, because his partner's house was burned. So they are free, deh” said Budi, explaining what was written on the paper.

“Lah. If the father nyimpen duplicate, why not continue, same father?” ask Ratih ma'am.

“Ngot know” reply Budi briefly.

He answered without looking at his mother. That is because Budi is focusing on reading the Javanese writings with the Sundanese sentence.

Bu Ratih let Budi read sheet by sheet, without interrupting. He himself was interested in observing each photo attached to each sheet of paper.

“Kok someone got burned, ngger? What's it, anyway?” ask the curious Ratih.

“Insi about the search results of his father and friends, bu” replied Budi.

He hung up his answer, as he was still focused on reading.

“Intinya, Moreno, Bejo, Handono's cabal, has been formed since the time of the new order. And there is a connection with sandalwood families. With regard to sandalwood families, of course, there are many star-rated retainers who protect them” continued Budi, while showing one of the photos.

There were several ABRI officers at that time who gathered with one of the sandalwood families. There's Moreno, Bejo, and Handono.

“That's right dad?” exclaims madam Ratih, shiver.

“Yapc. Undercover. Who took this picture, Gita Syarifah” replied Budi, while pointing to one of the sentences in Javanese writing.

“Loh. Who is it then?” tanya Ratih, sambi pointed at the photo of the twins.

“His girlfriend is father”, Budi replied with a smile teasing his mother.

“Kok can? The police Gita Syarifah. Who's undercover, his twin?”

“The explanation is long, ma'am. The point is, whichever one is there, it will be sure to be safe. Because there is Handono, and of course there is also a father. It is more important to be able to document the meeting in the form of an intelligence” report

“Oh”

Mrs Ratih mangosteen understands. Although there were still a lot of questions in his mind.

Budi is still flipping through sheet after sheet of the report. There were many middle to high ranking officers, from the three matras plus the police, who detailed their involvement in the Bejo gang.

“Oh” chirps Budi, after a long silence.

“Why, ngger?” ask Ratih ma'am.

“Their rule, the father, is one of the few high-ranking ABRI officers who are still clean. Only three people, ma'am. Only three of these people feel uncomfortable with the activity of protection against narcotics” said Budi, pointing to the file of three officers, which is summarized into one.

“It turns out there is a third family who became victims of narcotics trafficking. Rich in such cockerels, bu” continued Budi.

“Dicekokin?” ask the confused Ratih.

“Yes. Here it is written, initially hanging out, continuing on babu. Well, this officer's son, was forced to inhale the meth, ma'am. That's it, ma'am. If not, not manly. The officer's son is not male. Don't accept him, ma'am. Follow her. As proof that he is a man. His name is sabu, once hit, yes kesusan” replied Budi lirih.

“Direct guide?” sahut ma'am Ratih.

“No explained, ma'am. Just here is written addiction. Until forgetting yourself, not to say, until over dosage, had a coma, in the end, died”

“Inalillahi wa inna ilaihi roji’un”

“Two other officers, the case is similar. And, as they traced the origin, the fact opened, that the narcotics came from one of the big cities called Moreno aka camat cerbon”

“That's the boss, huh?”

“Yes, bu”

“Means that Bejo is still a boy, dong?"

“Iya. Bejo aka Respati, Handono aka Karto Marmo, Frida aka Sekar, either one more. Who's nih?” reply Budi. He himself was shocked as he read the end of the writing on the sheet. He flipped the paper to look for its continuation.

“Priyagung aka Indrajid's. Research expert at Andra Dika Moreno's drug factory. He is the brain of the emergence of new types of narcotics, the development of methamphetamine, ecstasy, and other metaphemamines. Among them, “

Budi did not mention a list of drugs suspected of being the ingredients of a new type of narcotic. From that list, it grew into a report of its own. There are chemical formulas, how to manufacture, and supporting photographs.

“Crazy. The picture is candid all. What time is it using camera, huh?” budi Gumam.

“They are also developing other types of narcotics that have not been seen what they will look like. And not projected for near mass production. Maybe it will only be produced ten or twenty years later” continued Budi. still with a soft voice.

“Loh, how?”

You feel like you found something while reading the list of chemicals that make up the drug compound. Although it is said to be the initial formulation, but the composition is similar to that found in rattan that he tested in the laboratory the other day.

“Why, ngger” tanya bu Ratih, wirih.

“The composition is similar"