After Two Decades
Surprising Phone

"Om it okay?" ask Steven. He was confused looking at my gawking face.

"Ti‒no, I'm fine," I replied. Then smile briefly at this little boy. I blinked and rubbed my face for a moment. Then I looked at the face of this boy.

"So," I said. "You live here?"

"Yes, Om!" steven replied briefly.

"You really don't go to school?" my many.

"Yes, I don't go to school, Om. I know numbers one through the next, only I'm not good at counting."

"Are you good at reading?"

Steven gurgling.

"Your friends are here a lot?"

"Many hours, Om!"

"Are they all the same as you? I mean they are also ...."

"Yes, Om," Steven replied directly. "They don't go to school either, but there are people who are good at counting and are good at reading."

I'm nodding. Then he asked, "So what are your daily activities?"

"Actually, we have nothing to do, Om. I'm the same friends just play around together, or just go for a walk if bored."

"So, where were you going?" my many.

"Well, Om, I'm actually going to the stall. Not to buy food, I want to help a little what, so I can get money."

I'm speechless. It was a pity for this child, but his heart was truly noble. He did not even the slightest thought of doing such an unworthy act of stealing or anything like that. He chose to find an honest and good way. It's just amazing.

"You ... You want to work?" I asked with an incredulous face.

"Surely Grandpa shouldn't, Om," Steven replied. "We can't work or busk, or whatever it is to make money on the streets. We were told to stay home just waiting for Grandpa to come home and bring us food. Yeah, but I'm bored, Om, so while Grandpa's working, I'm secretly out!"

"What a pity you are. You should just stay at home, according to Grandpa's words," I said as I rubbed the little boy's head.

"But I feel sorry for Grandpa" Steven replied. After which he bowed lethargic and let out a long sigh.

"That's it," I said as I reached into the pocket. Take out some of the money I brought. All the pockets in my clothes I checked, all the money I had to spend. Fortunately, there was cash that I carried in my pocket, although I rarely used it because of any transactions I usually do through online media. The red and blue sheets I put on the floor. I didn't count it. Whatever it is, I hope it is enough and meaningful to help these children. To be honest, my whole life I rarely gave alms or shared sustenance with others. Not because I don't want to, but because I'm too busy with work so I don't have time to do that kind of thing. But this time, my heart was completely knocked to help this little boy. I am very concerned and I am sorry to see it. There's no harm in me giving you a little help. There's a valuable life lesson I got here.

"Eh ...." Steven was wide in disbelief staring at the sheet of money that I laid out. He rubbed his eyes several times, ascertaining whether he did not see wrong.

"It's all for you same friends of yours. You can use it to buy food or anything you want!" my spoken. I smiled at the knot full of pride and relief. It was nice to see this boy smiling.

"Certainly this?" Steven reached out with hesitation. Many times he looked at my face nervously. Still not sure.

"Yes, take it, brother!" I answered with kindness.

Steven finally dared to take the sheets of money with trembling hands. His face was in disbelief. The deeply moved roar was clearly painted on his face. He felt sad and happy at the same time. Unsuspectedly.

"Your friends are inside?" I glanced at the half-opened door.

"There, Om, there's."

"Well, you share, yes, with your friends!"

"Thank you very much, Om. Thank ye. Om very kind. Om saved me from the bad guy, and now Om gives us this. Thanks again, Om is the best!"

“The best person? Haha, you are overreacting,” I replied.

“But ‘kan true, Om. Om has helped me a lot,” said Steven.

“The kindest person is Grandpa who takes care of you,” I explained. “I only have money and I give it to help you, while Grandpa has nothing but still help you, your friends, until now. Right, ‘kan?”

“True, Om. Grandpa and Om are both good people. Thank you, yes!”

I smiled kindly. He replied, "Sama-sama, brother. I'm glad I could help you, but sorry I can't stay here long!"

Actually I still want to linger here, mingling with these kids, Steven and his friends, but I'm reminded of my initial affairs. The important destination that brought me to this island. Profs. Ranayuda Ram. He's still trapped in the Black Skull headquarters without me knowing how he is. I must hurry to save him.

"Why?" ask Steven.

"I'm sorry, I have to go" I replied. "I have business. Next time if I get a chance, I promise I'll come back here to visit you. Give my regards to Grandpa, yes!"

"Ready, Om!" steven replied enthusiastically.

I gradually got up from the position while rubbing Steven's head. He smiled innocently at me.

"See you, Steven!"

"See you, good Om!"

I smiled knot. Then I stepped out of that house. Gone for a moment, then hurriedly ran back to where my best friend had been. As I passed away, I could hear Steven running into the house shouting for his friends in joy.

***

I arrived at the base of the alley earlier, as Jan leaned against the wall staring seriously at his cell phone screen.

"How's it?" my many.

"Nothing," replied Jan without passion.

"So we really don't know who they are? And where did they come from?"

"Sadly true" replied Jan. "I actually wanted to scan their faces right here to find their identities in the police database, but I didn't bring the scanner. Left in my office."

"Can't it if you take pictures of these people and you send them to your office to scan them?" my many. I approached one of our lying enemies. Trying to examine his face. Then the black suit and the white shirt, until the black pants and shoes. Although it's useless, because I don't know who this person is either.

"Can, and I have done," replied Jan. "These four people I've taken pictures of, and I've sent them to my assistant at the office for analysis. But it took a long time to wait for the results. So we'll wait for the results!"

I went back to Jan. Then he asked, "So we're back in port now?"

"Yes." Yeah." Jan nodded while keeping his phone in his pants pocket.

"How are these people?"

"Let the local police take care of it" replied Jan.

"All right."

After that we immediately stepped in. Walk down the alley to the outside. By staying alert and alert for any possibility.

"The harbor isn't far from here, is it?" my many.

"I don't really know" replied Jan. "But I remember the route we passed earlier, it doesn't feel far from here."

"Well, I hope we're not late!" myrt.

"Sure, we must be ... Uh," Jan stopped from his sentence because his phone suddenly rang. He hurriedly reached into the pouch and looked at the screen. He looked a little surprised to see who was calling.

"Come closer, Ren!" whispered my best friend. Then I close near him. He took the call and activated the loudspeaker mode so I could hear the caller.

"This is Ferry, my undercover co-worker who infiltrated as a member of the Black Skull!" whispered Jan to me. I nodded in reverence after knowing that. I immediately understood, there must be important information that will be conveyed by Jan's colleague.

"Good day" said Jan.

"Listen to me" said Ferry across the street in a stern voice. “The net is thrown on a number of numbers, light blue sky color, clouds passing as usual. Throw lightning if it's different. Eight, one, three!”

“Eight six, thank you!” sahut Jan abridged. He broke off the phone without further ado. I did not ask why, of course, the interaction of fellow undercover agents requires certain procedures, as well as secret ciphers in exchanging information. After disconnecting from the phone, Jan opened an internet page on his phone. Enter a number of codes and web addresses to open a secret communication line, according to the direction of the colleague earlier.

The secret communication line was open, it looked like an ordinary roomchat, but it could only be accessed by certain people who knew the secret word as told by Jan's colleague.

Seen in the chat column, a message came in from Ferry, which read, "I tell you, don't approach the bear's nest, many live in the bones here. They have smelled the prey. Now the hordes of bears have been removed from the nest in search of two fresh prey, savage."

I was dumbfounded and frowned. I understand, the level of confidentiality of their communication is very high, so still have to use a passcode language. I didn't understand the whole thing, but I caught the outline.

Jan typed in a reply, "But, we have a game animal that needs to be caught."

No wait a long time, enter again a reply from Ferry, "Your hunted animals are not here. The bears never prey on your prey, the white doves are not here."

"Nothing?" Jan frowned in disbelief.

Not a few seconds later, came another message, "The invasion of wild animals against the white pigeon nest, not done by our pets.

The animals were just animals that we trained, but were kept by those gamblers and released to raid the pigeon's nest."

"Where are the pigeons now?" write Jan.

"The pigeon is in the clutches of an unknown black-haired animal. We also don't know who their master is." As soon as the message Ferry answers.

"Where are they?" write Jan again.

"An island. Southbound from the island now."

"What about the bear?" ask Jan.

"clean. There are no bear claws there. Just a bunch of unknown animals."

"Okay, thank you!" close Jan.

"Together!"

After that, the secret communication link was closed.

Jan growled in annoyance. I don't fully understand what they're talking about, but as I said earlier I can capture an outline of where the conversation is going.

"We were tricked" said Jan while saving his phone back furiously.

"Let me guess, the Black Skull wasn't involved in this kidnapping?"

"Right," replied Jan bitterly. "The forces that attacked your laboratory, are purely Green Floor troops. And who kidnapped Prof. Ram Ranayuda and bring him here, as well as that army, aided by the black-clad army that attacked us earlier."

I snorted as bad as hell.

"I was fooled, the coordinate point we hunted must have been forged. You're right, pal, they realize we're tracking them, so they're doing signal engineering or something. They made it seem as if they were in port, in the Black Skull headquarters, with a false coordinate point to deceive us. So we're going to look for them there, but they're not there. The thing is now, the Black Skull troops are going down in crowds and hunting us on this island. We can't move around here."

"Damn it!" I growl. "Lantas where Prof. Ram actually?"

"On an island" replied Jan. "South of here. This black-clad army came from there. Definitely Prof. Ram is there."

"How do we get there?"

"That's what I don't know. Dozens of people who are after our lives are wandering around here. I know we can deal with them, but it's sure to waste a lot of time and effort."

"How is this?" I wondered to myself while snorting bitterly. I fell down while leaning against the wall of the building on the side of the alley. Holding his head with both hands. I want to scream. This is so fucked up. It's far from what I imagined. Now I'm threatened by despair. Dad, what should I do?