The Gem of the Heart of the Former Thug

clue

Bejo thought hard how to hide that reality from his wife. Because he didn't want to make his wife sad.

Coincidentally there is a woman who also recently gave birth to a child of kebo gathering. According to the hospital officials, the stinky baby was born earlier, it was supposed to be thrown away. But because Bejo knew, the Bejo asked the newly born woman to adopt the child.

Like a pair of tails, the request was granted. Be the Bejo taking care of the child of the woman who gave birth to the results of the kebo gathering. The woman was named ‘Lusiana Fitri’.

“Bu” call Budi.

“Ya?”

“Mom inget no, fitting mother same story bu Lusi? Which mother said, when the Princess was born, mother asked the father to nyari bu Lusi to bekasi?” ask Budi.

“Iya, sidelberg. Why?”

“Truly ma'am, didn't meet?” Back to asking.

“Iya”

“And I didn't say, bu Lusi where is it?”

“Yes where did your father know? People have never met”

“Oh” response Budi short.

Mrs Ratih felt strange about her son's response. He felt that Budi got something from what he read in the journal.

“What in the journal is written, if the father really already knows, if actually your boulek Lusi is in Pacitan?” ask Ratih ma'am.

“Yes. It says so” replied Budi.

“What?”

“It is written here, if if if if the baby heops the Bejo, is the child of a woman who gave birth due to kebo” gathering

“Is. That's what it's called?”

“Yes. It says so, bu” replied Budi.

“And the woman, named Luciana Fitri” continued Budi.

“Lah. Why didn't you say, anyway? Though mom sampe nangis-nangis kaya gotu”

Be not answering that question. Because he himself has no answer. He went back to reading the journal. Several times he nodded his head. As if I understood something.

“Why, ngger?” ask Ratih ma'am.

“It turns out, fitting hysterical mother, see the father injured in the ER, you know, there is a crush from a far corner. The last window, here it is written. My mind went straight to Bejo. Therefore, the mother said that Luciana Fitri was a friend who had been a mother as her own sister, the father was worried. You do not want, the meeting of the mother with Luciana Fitri, even bear havoc. That's why I didn't say” Budi replied, explaining what he read.

“Oh. Gitu” comments bu Ratih, short.

“But now everyone is open. In the end, I met also your bulek Lusi. How, dong?”

“Yes. When the meeting happened, there was Erika, Sephia, “ Budi replied, hanging his sentence.

“There Isma also”

“Isma? Did he slander you, ngger? How do you even equate to Rika?” ask the confused coach.

“Too complicated to make a story, bu”

Budi's expression changed, he seemed to harbor anger.

“Yes, whatever it is, it's how they make protect us, bu” continued Budi.

“Kalo rika, sephia, they're cops. The Isma?”

“Kopassus, bu” replied, turning to his mother.

“Ha?”

Mrs Ratih doesn't believe what she's hearing. He scanned his son's face, looking for the truth of that answer.

“OK. I'm handing over that heavy business to you. I don't know about that. Continue, ?” said Mrs Ratih, by hanging her sentence anyway.

“So far, Budi has not found out, what can we use to fight the Bejo and Moreno. New history, which certainly also takes effort not a moment to nullify them from the legal path” replied Budi.

Take the contents of the last envelope. It turned out to be an A0-sized piece of paper. Widest size in the official standard A series size.

“Masya Alloh. What paper is bed sheet?” ask Ratih ma'am.

Budi did not answer, he put the paper on the bed. The king-size bed still had plenty of room left and was ideal for reading the contents of the paper. It turned out that the paper contained a map of the location and also the building plan.

“Well. This is what we are looking for, bu” exclaimed Budi, shriek.

“What the hell is this? I do not understand” sahut bu Ratih.

Budi did not answer. He stretched his right index finger to follow the A3-sized map in the left corner of the paper.

“Medicine factory, home it” muttered Budi.

He already understood, about the two buildings marked red. Substitute now he focused his attention on the ten buildings, which were also marked red.

Next to the map, it is explained that the ten buildings marked are Moreno's subsidiary buildings are located.The function is to observe the potential threats that enter the area where the drug factory is located.

Next to it, detailed the strength and characteristics of each of the guarding or observation buildings.

At the bottom, there was a floor plan from the underground building. Where the building is right between the drug factory and the main house. And written on the floor plan, it turns out that the underground building is a research laboratory and drug manufacturing plant.

It was also written that the underground building was already built, even since the beginning of the new order. Long before the drug factory was built.

Explained also the entry path, exit path, tunnel escape path that passes through a misleading labyrinth. The Bejo, Handono and Moreno's private offices and rooms are underground. Where office and private rooms are bulletproof and even bomb-proof.

It was from their room that the subway lines for escape began. Also described, the correct path, when passing through a lot of rail branches that will go to the labyrinth of deceivers.

Guard in the underground building, no less strict than the house building on it. It's even more closely guarded than the ambalat block.

Explained also the points of care and the strength of its guard. Also the weapons his guards used. Of course the weapons written down, in accordance with the time of making this plan. It was in the late eighties.

Budi read the plan carefully, while simulating, how to defeat Handono, just with makeshift strength.

He felt, the power that existed now was still too small. There were only four special forces, the rest, just ordinary people. I don't know if I will be able to fight so many people. Budi breathed heavily.

“Why, ngger?” ask Ratih ma'am, wiping the sweat on Budi's forehead.

“Budi needs another discussion, bu” replied Budi.

“Indeed should be so, good light. Your science is not yet on par with those four friends of yours. Ask them for advice!”

“Iya, bu” reply Budi briefly.

“What's there still?” ask Ratih ma'am.

Then folding the paper again, he took the envelope from the clip, then put the plan into the envelope. There was a small box that filled the most basic part. Take that wide but thin box. When it opened,

“Card?”

It turned out to be just a card. It's unclear what the card was. Like a playing card, with the letter A, in one of its corners. But the picture is in the form of a silhouette of a garuda. If you say ATM card, it is not. But too thick to say playing cards.

“That, there is another paper” said bu Ratih, pointing to the thin box that Budi was holding. Budipun took the thin brown sheet.

“Be careful in stepping! Go home at these coordinates! Show the card to the guards there! But don't love that guy! Ask about doors ‘jati kobeng’! when you see a crack in the middle of the door, insert the card in the crack! Exactly on the letter A!” budi said, reading the writing on the paper.

“Kok rich ATM, ngger?” ask Ratih ma'am.

“Iya, yes. In the eighties, there was an ATM, bu?” sahut Budi's.

“Yes does not exist yet, is. But do not know if abroad”

“Hemm. Don't-don't, Budi has an older brother bule, nih” muttered Budi.

“What?” exclaims madam Ratih.

“Adoows. Ha ha ha ha ha”

Budi screamed because he got a pinch from his mother. But he laughed, feeling his temptation in his mother's heart.

“Iya. Forgive me, bu” exclaimed Budi, when bu Ratih still pinched it.

“Mother ih. His nyubitnya actually” Budi protest, when the pinch has been released.

“Biarina. Who told godain mom?”

“He he”

Budi still chuckled, when he saw his mother's expression. He fixed everything in the box. He returned to his original position.

“It wants to be stored here again, what do you want to bring, Bud?” ask Ratih ma'am.

“Budi is also confused, ma'am. So parno, abis knows its contents” replied Budi.

“Yes, we have to take it. Mother who will guard this box” said bu Ratih, issued his idea.

“Ngeh. Budi think, this box is indeed suitable to be held by ibu” replied Budi.

“Tuh, I'm tempted again. Cubit, nih” exclaim bu Ratih.

“Ha ha ha. Ampuun”

Budi just laughed, when his mother reached out to pinch him. He also did not dodge, as one small pinch landed on his thigh.

“Nak? Want again?” exclaim bu Ratih while standing.

“Ha ha ha. Mother ah. Said Budi is still a boy” Budi argue.

“Biarin” sahut bu Ratih short.

Budipun got up from his seat. He brought with him a box shaped like that suitcase. In his left hand was a brown envelope. Plus an odd ace is also in it.

Mrs Ratih had already come out of the room. When Budi was about to follow, he saw the photo that the mother had thrown away. Smile at the writing behind the photo.

‘Mahening Suci’, that's how it reads. Given what his father said this afternoon, Budi understood, the writing refers to the fetus that is still in the womb of Gita Shella Syarifah.

He cantongi the photo, then out of the room, following his mother who had already said goodbye.