When Love Teases
98. About Miss
Puput did tell Mom about the accident on the toll road and the loss of Rama at the airport. But did not expect that the mother would come to Jakarta with Enin and Bibi Ratih. No news before.
"Struth, be patient!" Mother hugged Puput and rubbed her shoulders gently.
Women's pupils are independent and mentally strong. All of that is the result of the father's upbringing, the demands as the firstborn who must protect his sisters. It holds its sadness in the heart, able to brake the pressure of tears until all that breaks is just glass. But one sentence mother today was able to knock down her mental strength. He was crying like a flood of water falling from a dam.
Akbar. The man after greeting Krisna and Ratna who felt surprise for his arrival. Now stand dumbstruck staring at the sight of two women in the corner of the room, separate themselves from the group of people in the living room. The wailing woman's cry was a reflection of deep sadness and loss. His brain concluded, if Princess Kirana who had disturbed his mind was very loving Rama. That means, the taste that will develop must be removed. We need to change empathy. Because the woman belonged to her brother. Can it? He scratched the nape that was not itchy, sighing in the heart. Fates.
"Slack, why in front of Mami must be self-restrained, son?" Mami Ratna approached the pair of separated mothers and children. "If you want to cry, Mami is also willing to give you a hug. Here, baby." He grabbed the shoulder of the Soup who was looking down while wiping the tears on the cheek. Notably, if his daughter-in-law was probably feeling awkward towards him. He invited besan and the son-in-law to join again in the living room.
The tears of Puput made Mami Ratna aware if for two days she was the most hysterical to face the unpleasant reality. He was calmed down by his son-in-law. Until you forget that Puput also feel lost and need a soothing hug.
My husband was happy with my mother's arrival. Support from Aul and Zaky is also no less present through chat. This is the third day of Rama's search. No word from the police. But this afternoon good news came from Papi Krishna's men. The self-styled driver, who picked up Rama at the airport, was caught.
"Everyone, I live first!" Krisna said goodbye to her family who gathered in the living room. He spoke to Akbar in the study. His cousin is ready to help by involving IT experts in his company who also have skills as a hacker. Krisna has given several contact numbers suspected of being the mastermind, to be tapped. Now he's going to the base where the self-styled driver is.
"Om, can I come?" Akbar follows Krishna accompanied by Johan to the terrace. I really want to accompany his Om.
Krishna shook his head. "Your job is to simply update the intercept information on Johan. Remember, it has to be neat. Don't let new problems arise because this is the category of espionage!"
"Okay, Om." Akbar nodded obediently. He chose to leave after half a day at Krishna's house. Wanting to have a chance to talk to Puput, who first entered earlier seemed shocked to see his arrival. But the opportunity did not exist, because the woman always gathered with the others in the living room.
...***...
In Krisna's car there are now 4 people. Two bodyguards, one of which was a driver, took the car to the outskirts of Jakarta to the old warehouse.
"A word from Zara's maid?" Krisna turned to Johan who was checking the company's email report. Although the previous news was confirmed at the time of the incident Zara was at home with her friends, but Krishna still suspected the girl. So the contact number of his son Rio was on the wiretap list.
"Zara's out of the house with her mother. He said shopping, sir. So far, there is no suspicious activity." Report Johan. Which makes Krishna clenched his lips with a grim face.
Arriving at the destination, the damp warehouse with one vent was inhabited by three men, one of whom was a hostage with both hands tied and hung above, and the mouth gagged. Krishna looked from top to bottom. Scanning the same face as seen in airport surveillance footage.
"Boss, he won't open his voice." Report one of the detectives to Krisna.
Krishna ordered the mouth of the man who was being held hostage. "I don't want to talk stale. Tell me who told you to? And you are guaranteed to be safe. Not going to jail." He said while shaking his waist staring at the face of a rowdy driver who began to be decorated with bruises.
"I swear I don't know who the big boss is, sir. This is the order of the chain-breaking system." The driver replied with a scared face. Make him get a gift tonjokan in the stomach.
"Don't dirty your hands, Boss! Let's get my part." Detectives arrested Krisna who was about to punch him a second time.
"He touched my son. Drugged my son and took him away." Krishna clenched his teeth in anger. Wanting to be satisfied, one fist was thrown into the face of his hostage. Then become the audience of that intimidation-filled introration.
"Ampuuuun, sir." The hostage groaned after his face was battered formless. "Sa-I brought it before the Cikampek toll gate. Change the car there. Don't know where to take it. My job is just there." Then he fainted with the position of the hand that was hung.
Chris and the detective look at each other. The detective's small headband, which signifies the interrogation, was over, making him exhale violently. Only a small piece of evidence was obtained. Strong guesses, this job missing link. Really clever in the mastermind.
Krishna decided to go home with a lunglai. Because surely the family at home fully expect him to the bright spot where the existence of Rama. And the hostage will be handed over to the police station to account for his actions.
...***...
"Take medicine first, brother!" Cia has been accompanying Damar for two days at the office. His condition is still not 100% restored. Still feeling a little dizzy. But the work that piled up became the responsibility of Damar because of the absence of leadership.
"Thank you, baby." Damar smiled, looking gently at Cia who was so considerate. Always accompany since the hospital. Two drops of the drug are taken with the encouragement of a glass of water.
It's the fifth day. And Rama's search has not yet found results. Everyone looked lethargic in the anticipation. Cia and Damar lost their appetite for jokes. Talk as necessary but strengthen each other. Drowning yourself in work. Every ring and cell phone notification rang, hoping it was good news about Rama.
In-house. Puput let go of Mother, Aunt Ratih and Panji returned to Ciamis. Curiously, they cannot stay out of the house. There are obligations to be carried out. Enin chose to live in Jakarta.
"Put, Enin's heart is sure Rama is fine. The kidnapper won't hurt Enin's granddaughter." Enin stroked the hand of the man holding his hand into the house.
"Amiin, Eniin. I always pray like that too. Aa will be found healthy and safe." Soughness that also builds positive thoughts. He told Enin to go to his room. While Mami was resting after taking the medicine because of a headache.
He stared at the blue sky from the balcony. His brain thinks hard, processes, considers, to make steps. Five days of waiting but still dead. He wants to do something.
By saying bismillah, he will work his way. A close up photo of Rama was sent to the SILAT-turahmi group with a caption;
"My husband, Rama Adyatama, has been missing five days allegedly kidnapped at the airport after returning from the US. Please help, Baraya wherever you are. Maybe someone saw it, please call me! Thank you." Thank you."
It did not take long, replies from members of the silat community sprung up. Motivating, do'a and readiness also help. After half an hour, Puput checked anyone who had read the message. Of the 100 members, 80 have listened, and 15 have become silent readers. The puput marks in the memory of anyone's silent reader.
His phone then rang. Kang Acil's name is on the screen. Puput answered by saying hello.
"Slack, why are you telling me now?" Tegur Kang Acil after returning Puput's greeting.
"Ah, I'm lazy to watch tv. Usually political news and corruption are bad." Kang Acil reasoned. "Stranquilo, Put. I'll help get the kids to your husband's nyari."
Puput smiled with relief even though it would not be seen by the group leader. "Thank God, Kang. Thanks before. If Akang needs operational funds, tell me."
Puput kept the phone next to where he sat after ending the conversation with support provided by Kang Acil.
The day began to run. But the weather is very friendly. Not hot but not cloudy either. My stomach is still on the balcony. Let the wind blow my face. He twirled the ring attached to his ring finger, then rubbed gently with feeling. Then kiss her deep and long accompanied by tightness that squeezes the chest for one word. LONGS.
...***...
As far as the eye could see, only the ranks of tall pine trees were towering and almost flat in height. Never feel the hot sun because the light is not translucent, blocked by the lush pine forest. The chants of nature heard every day come from the chirping of birds, and other small animals. There was also a rumbling waterfall that if estimated to be about 500 meters from the villa building on the top of the hill.
The atmosphere is quiet, cool, and cold like this is suitable for anyone who intends to heal. But for a man who has been imprisoned for five days, it makes it frustrating and stressful.
Located in a room measuring 4x4 meters with a bathroom inside, but the door made of wood is layered with iron trellis doors, as well as windows. Rama, that guy. He only received food and drink from two men who took turns thrusting a tray through a small window of the trellis door, twice a day. There's no conversation. Whenever asked who was the mastermind holding him in the middle of the forest, it was not heard at all. The two people simply left after leaving the food.
Rama stared at the clock on his wrist. See the time and date as well. He sighed in frustration. Looking out the window, there was absolutely no one who passed by for 5 days in seclusion. Slender. And if night comes, there will be the sound of an owl followed by the howling of a dog. Changed gripping. Although the building is good like a villa, but he was imprisoned.
Brain's dead-end. Who kidnapped her? What motive? While he was not subjected to any violent treatment. To date it has not been solved. Dizziness itself.
The door of the sliding model's room swerved open. Rama turned his head from his position standing in front of a sturdy terrace window. He stared at the figure who was staring at him with both hands put in his pocket. He approached.
"You-you-?!" Rama stared with both eyebrows almost linked. Think hard remembering. The man who was blocked by the blockage of the trellis door smiled with a grin.
"Why? Know me?!" The man raised both eyebrows with a cynical smile. "Try to remember until your hair falls out."
"A home here? City people who are stressed really like this atmosphere. Suitable to hide from the pursuit of debt." Next was a laugh.
"Lo, who? What do you want?" Rama still could not guess. The man's face he's seen before. But where, he forgot.
"Lo wants to be free? I'm making an offer!" The man heeded Rama's question. "Give me a Fade! You're free to leave here. Sending back to the front of the house."
Rama's eyes are perfectly rounded. "Hey son of a bitch, you know my wife?"
"Who does not know the same multi-talented Mojang Ciamis. The beautiful jawara. I often fantasize about touching a slim body that must be sexy without clothes. Imagine playing around in every inch of his white skin. Hmm must be smooth, make rustling.....Huhhhh" The man was deliberately adoring expression. Licking lips with a tongue typical of tempted people. It looks disgusting to Rama.
Rama's face was red with anger. Not willing to be the wife as the object of wild fantasy. "The sat lo! impudent. Get me out of this room!" He shook with all his might the iron bars. But not at all shaky.
"Gue will get outin lo, from Puput for me. I want this fantasy to be real. Deal?!" The man pulled the corner of his lips.
Rama spit until he hit the man's left cheek. Intentionally provoking emotions. "No jis! Until whenever I won't be willing to accept the offer of a madman like you."
The man was indeed provoked by emotions because of the action of Rama spat on him. Gluing teeth holding in anger. "Good rot in this forest." He said with a grin and a stare. Then it passed away after closing the door and locking it.
Rama squeezed his hair. Closing the eyes felt a throbbing head. Trying to solve the puzzle of who is a pretty handsome man who has a posture like the sportsman. It even looks very familiar with Puput.
Night approaching. Rama's sleep as usual is always restless, remembering the wife and family. They must be very worried. He prayed just by looking at the time on his watch. I never heard of Adhan. Marking its place away from the residential area.
"Darling-" Rama muttered weakly. Twirling the silver ring that was coiled on his ring finger. The longing that was originally ready to be shed was delayed. Leave tightness in the chest. Can only smell the wedding ring as a romantic and passionate vent. He doesn't know where his phone and suitcase are. Just get the contents of the suitcase in the form of a change of clothes.
Morning has gone 🎵🎵🎵
the sun no longer shines
I don't know when
I remember about you
Rama woke up from his sleep. His ears faintly heard the sound of singing with guitar quotes at 9pm tonight. He straightened his ears to make sure the sound was blown by the wind.
Rama went to the window, opened it wide. As far as the eye can see is only the deep color of the night. But there was a light point in the distance and the singing voice of more than one person was accompanied by a guitar quote.
🎵🎵🎵
I just kept quiet, grasping holding back
all longing, calling your name
every night you want to come
and present in my dreams, miss
