The Mission Down To The Heart

Yes!

...☕This story is a mere fiction. Sorry if there is a similarity in the names of the characters and the scene. Please be wise in reading, impregnated word for word, so that the purpose reaches the heart of the reader☕...

Fennita had resigned because he could not know the existence of his papa. He called one by one the hotel in Balikpapan. I don't know where the papa is. Until he is exhausted and chooses to continue tomorrow.

Isnaeni was asleep first. His eyes cannot be kept up. Fennita looked at her mama with a sad look. Then he smiled with sincerity.

"We have the answer, Mah. Even though it hurts. It is better to know this moment, than we should continue to live in a whirlpool of lies. Fenni loves Mamah, same papah."

The clear liquid escaped unhindered from its neutrality. He indicated that he needed to be heard. He needs to be accompanied. But, he chose to be alone to keep the wounds that had been scratched by reality.

He put his cell phone on the nightstand beside the bed. Extinguish the headlights and replace them with sleeping lights. When he closed his eyes, his phone rang again. He immediately denied it, hoping it was a message from his papa. But he was mistaken, not the news he wanted to hear, a person still in his heart who had sent him a message.

He changed his cell phone first. If usually the legible mark is a blue tick, now he turns it only into a two-tick. Which means sent, but not yet read. The message from Ericko was able to make her tears spill again. A conditional message will desire the heart, and want to be obeyed immediately.

Mas Erick: Assalamualaikum, how are you? I hope you are okay. Please forgive the mistake, Mom.

He let the message. Honestly, he doesn't know what to do with Erick. In a way, Erick has been lying to himself for posing as an IT kid. On the other hand, Erick will reveal the very truth that brought a great change to his papa. A few more messages came to his phone. He made her take a tissue to wipe her tears.

Erick Mas: Yank

Erick Mas: Mas

Mas Erick: Kangen is with you. Masma, Erick.

Fennita ran off with her phone still in the bathroom. His heart was torn to shreds by the word miss. How not? They couldn't meet for now before things became clear. Pain but not bleeding, probably a fitting phrase for Fennita.

"It's not just you who miss, it's me too. But why does that guy have to be you? Why not someone else? I'm just like any other woman, I don't like pretenses and lies."

Fennita tried to control her emotions. She washed her face with water so as not to look like the one who had just cried. He went back to his bed. Then close your eyes, allowing the clear circles to fall on the pillow.

Isnaeni wakes up in the middle of the night, trying to check her phone again. Picking her husband's number, and connecting. Isnaeni smiles happily because it can be connected even though midnight. Now, he hopes his calls are connected.

"Assalamualaikum, Dad. O Allah, Alhamdulillah, Papah why from yesterday can not be contacted?" ask her with a tone full of anxiety.

"I'm busy, what's wrong?" ask Zamroni on the other end of the phone.

"Mamah and Fennita are in Balikpapan, Fennita forced to meet with Papah. Papah at which hotel? Let's get you tomorrow."

Zamroni mentioned the name of the hotel where he stayed. He told his wife to come during the day after her business was done. He also told his wife to order a simple birthday cake, in order to celebrate Fennita's birthday despite being late.

Isnaeni smiled happily listening to her husband's request. Apparently, her husband was very attentive with their son. Until such a small thing also crossed the mind of her husband who was very busy.

"Yes, tomorrow Mamah asked the hotel to help find a birthday cake. Thank you, Pah. Because Papah, it's been very attentive to Fennita."

"Either. Take a break and meet Papah tomorrow afternoon. I love you, Is."

Isnaeni smiled shyly behind the phone. For a long time her husband had not said those romantic words. And tonight, he is like being taken to nirvana filled with an ocean of love.

"Love you too, Pah. Assalamualaikum," said Isnaeni to end the call.

***

Ericko and Intan are ready with their mission this time. Brief breafing is carried out for the smooth running of the task. All their hopes are for the two people who will be entering and following the Red Fox forum. Dilan repeated his instructions on how to use the tools he had designed.

He found a way, which is to make a tool that can make electronic objects near the tool die suddenly. However, there are also limitations that the tool has. Such a radius it possessed was only a meter away, and could make it die for three minutes.

Intan who was going to operate the tool was a little nervous. He should be able to estimate that only the Om Zam tablet could work. He also does not know what the seating will look like. He just hopes everything goes well.

When the forum opened, Ericko walked with Intan. Dilan and Rio were at the hotel's electrical switch point. Connecting some cables to his computer. Sending recordings to Mbak Nahwa's channel as Ericko requested.

Other Interpol members paralysed some of the hotel guards and disguised themselves as security guards. Zumarnis searches for the whereabouts of his brother-in-law and nephew with the help of Bambang.

The MCs opened the show with some welcome from the Red Fox retainer. After that go into the core event, which is the weapon auction. Dilan gave the command for Mbak Nahwa to immediately perform live streaming. Yes, the auction event was broadcast live on the channel Mbak Nahwa. To let everyone know about the existence of a forum that harms the country.

Zamroni is after one tool, and when it starts to be auctioned, Intan runs the action. Zamroni was surprised to see Intan's presence there. But, he did not want to bother. He stayed focused to get his target.

Intan almost failed because he was reprimanded by the committee and was welcome to sit down. Only a few tablets can compete with the Zamroni. Ericko let it go, the goal is to really destroy the Zamroni, so if it goes bankrupt it is not his fault. But wrong Zamroni himself is greedy.

"Yes!" shouted Zamroni pleased. The last weapon he sought was obtained by him.

There was a committee that whispered something to the MC, so that made some Red Fox retainer want to get out of there immediately. But too late, Interpol managed to surround them.

"Put your hands up!" Shouted the members of the Interpol by pointing a gun. Some of the others immediately deftly handcuffed everyone present on the forum.

"You can't run anywhere! Your faces have been scattered all over the country!" commander Bambanh said in English.

Zamroni was terrified, his assistant was not next to him. The recording of Zamroni's voice telling David to kill Kalena roared in the room. Making those who do not understand the language frown confused.

Erick stood in front of Zamroni, releasing the latex face he was wearing. "Erick?" asked Zamroni surprised.

"Yes! Why, Om? Didn't Om know that Erick was intel? Why do you dare to come here? Stuck by Om's own best friend's words? This is the death of Kalena! All stations connected to Mbak Nahwa's channel broadcast it!"

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