After Two Decades
Jan and Ren

The sky was clear that afternoon. The sun almost fell on the western side of the sky. Blessed alone without a cloud to accompany. Under the sky, the buildings whose lights were already on followed each other to reach the sky. The street lights began to be lit, although still inferior to the sun that had not yet sunk. Highways are still crowded, vehicles passing shoulder to shoulder create congestion. The frenzy and noise did not subside the little stuff. People are busy with their own business. Maybe someone's headed home after work. Some just went to work. Or young people who just hang out casually enjoy free wi-fi while drinking. Or little boys running to the mosque, one or two stop by the street vendor. The atmosphere of twilight did not change the city at all.

While in the room of a building, the noise was stuck on the glass wall. The place where I was standing stared at the crowd of the city from the height of the 15th floor. The place where I am not standing is pecking with both hands crossed. Without looking in any direction. The room was quiet and silent. Only the air-conditioning hiss kept me company.

Suddenly the elevator door opened. Someone just walked into this room. The sound of footsteps rang out behind me. I straightened my hearing. Increased alertness. The pace I heard was getting closer, but I kept flinching. Not shifting things off. Even looking back I didn't.

But my vigilance is full. In my head, I have already devised a mature plan if this person behind me attacks. I prepared all the necessary movements. A movement so neat and so convincing. This step behind me was heard stopping, two meters behind me. Without looking, I knew he was watching me. And I keep on sculpting. I am very prepared for any attack that will be launched. Because people with jobs like mine, obviously there are a lot of threats and risks. There are so many people out there who want my life. The dangerous possibility will always follow me wherever I go. One of them as it might happen in a while.

I hardened my fist. This building is a public facility, anyone can enter and come to me here without any special access. However, I am not afraid in the least. That move is getting closer. I know, that guy's right behind me and ready to bend whenever he wants. I stayed in place. Not doing any movement. Not a little trembling. No blood ripples or adrenaline. I was completely calm like nothing was threatening. I'm not smart or underestimating this guy behind me. Except because I know exactly who he is.

"Good afternoon, buddy!"

I flipped over after being a statue for almost an hour. Warmly reply to the man's greeting. Greeting friendly. We shake hands and embrace each other.

Then, brakk, my body was slammed into the floor hard. I complain. Without a second thought, I launched a kick from that position. Then I got up and sent a punch. My punch is able to field, I also emit a rotating kick. That kick can be avoided. He instead sent a right-handed punch. I immediately ducked down and released a kick towards his leg. That guy's so nimble bouncy back. I chased. Jumping and launching. The man ducked, my lunge passed over his head. Now we exchange positions. He's turned my back. In less than a second, he had already turned around and sent out quick blows. I deflected nimbly while once repelling. Our movements are so tight. The sound of clashing arms, the cries from the mouth, and the hunting breath filled the silence of the room.

The room was a room for fighting. The fifteenth floor of the sports hall used to house silat athletes. That afternoon, there were no training activities, but there was a fight, which was my fight which was still fierce.

Kicks and punches sell each other. Our fight was actually not balanced enough. I was overwhelmed to serve his agile and agile attack. Until I finally got pushed great. When I let my guard down, my opponent launched a kick that I could not avoid. I slammed and fell against a glass wall. If only the glass wasn't thick and strong, I might have been thrown down the highway below. The opponent ran after me savagely. I jumped up deftly, then sent out another punch. It dodged easily, then hit me on the shoulder. I staggered. Before I could strike again, my opponent had already kicked my leg and sent a punch right into my face. Inevitably I immediately fell to hit the floor hard. I'm sprawled. My opponent sent another punch, the ultimate blow. The right punch was aiming at my face so fiercely. There's no way I could have avoided being in such a squashed position.

However, before the punch actually hit my face, his movements suddenly stopped. The fist stopped and froze a few inches in front of my nose. The fist was then open. Turned into a hand. I smiled knotingly, welcoming that helping hand. Stand up.

"Your abilities are constantly evolving, Ren!" The man patted my shoulder proudly.

"Yes, as you can see." I patted my coat, cleaning up the dust.

"But still you can't match me" said the man. He moved to the edge of the glass wall staring at the atmosphere of the city.

I smiled knot. Already accustomed to its nature. I said, "You don't know, I wasn't really serious yet."

"How many times have we fought, Ren? I'm memorizing your pretext." The man looked at me while grinning.

Well, he is Jantoro. I used to call Jan, he was my best friend from childhood. Since we were in elementary school. He was the one who always protected me from any brats who bullied me. Because in those days, I was not like now who was tough and fearless. In elementary school, my body was frail and short. My quiet, innocent, and unyielding attitude, made many bad boys happy to bother me. However, there is one person who always defends me from anyone who disturbs, he is Jantoro. Now we are three heads in age, and that friendship continues. Although at this time we have rarely met for work reasons, but this is where we used to meet, in the arena of silat training. To exchange punches and kicks. Channeling our hobbies since childhood. Fought. And that hobby is really useful for our current job.

Jan is a cop, but not a regular cop. It is not the police who usually charge the driver who is not wearing a helmet, or the police who take care of the case of robbery or murder and the arrest of the suspect is broadcast exclusively on television. Jan is the best elite cop the city's police force has ever had, even this country. He is a special cop who acts more often behind the scenes. Like the spies you watch in movies, Jan is the master. In this country, there are dozens of criminal organizations that move massively and have great influence and extensive networks. Jan is a specialist in this field. He was the most trusted investigator to deal with such a high-level matter. Not infrequently also he traveled abroad, to complete his work. Which means dealing with international mafia organizations. The record, Jan never fails. Along with the special forces he headed, many large criminal organizations have been overthrown. His reputation is very good and his career is brilliant.

While I was, almost the same as him. My job is similar to my best friend, but I'm not a cop. And I don't work for the government. I work under a private company. It is a very similar task to Jantoro.

I'm Renato. Everyone who knows me calls Ren. I work for a giant corporation in this town. His name is Masadepan Corporation. Corp. Masadepan itself is a company engaged in the production and development of technology. Its main field is to produce various kinds of household electronic devices with bleaching. However, in addition, the company also develops a wide range of inventions and advanced technologies.

My position is the head of the Anti-Conflict Special Team. One of the unique divisions that this company has and may not be owned by another company. This division was formed to address company issues related to the working relationship of the company with other companies, both business partners and business rivals. Whatever shape. However, my job is not just a negotiation and so on, sometimes I also engage in actions such as fighting and shooting. There were even companies that went bankrupt and closed because of me, and of course because of their bad intentions towards Korp. Masadepan. That's why I call my job it's a dangerous job.

"Where are you tonight?" my many.

"Not far away" replied Jan. "At least a few miles from here."

"Where?"

"That building!" Jan shifted slightly and pointed his index finger at a towering building full of green luminous decorations.

"Green Floor," I called the building's name. The building is quite popular among the city residents. "What's wrong with the casino? Doesn't their business have a permit? Does it have anything to do with international criminal gangs? You want to level the gambling business?"

"Of course not, buddy!" Jan chuckled and then looked at me. "Yes, their business has a permit. There are no orders for me to interfere with their efforts. Only, the head of the building was confirmed to have links with the Black Skull. I'm going there tonight, to find out more important facts."

"Anyone?" my many.

"Yes, alone. I just came to wonder, not face."

"Indeed, but I've dealt with them. And they are not friendly people. So, careful!"

"Haha, that's funny, Ren!" jan said with his arms. "You forgot I went to the famous casino building in Macau, irritated its residents, and came out safely."

"Yes, it's up to you."

"You yourself? Where are you going?"

"Custom, business negotiations."

Jan flips the body. He said, "Okay, come on!"

He stepped forward. I followed behind him. Crossed that large enough room. Arriving at the door, Jan immediately pressed the elevator button. Not long after, the door opened and we entered. Leaving the room that remained silent, even more silent after.

"Oh, yes, Ren" Jan said in the elevator. "I forgot, would you like to introduce me to my co-workers at the office?"

"You mean?" I looked at him in wonder as he smiled amusedly.

"Young girl, Ren! Beautiful people!" answer my friend.

"Ah, stop, Jan! Don't introduce me to any girl, no need!"

Jan did not answer again. He just smiled amusedly. As soon as the elevator doors opened, we went out together and parted at the outside door. Towards each other's vehicles.

A few minutes later, Jan was already cruising in his black sports car. Disappear at a crossroads. While I, riding a motorcycle down the streets of the city. Between the street lamps and the lamps of buildings. Sneaking in between a large crammed vehicle. Disappear behind the body of a trailer.