
Black had prepared all the necessities for Vraka during her disguise as an ordinary person. He has created a new identity for Vraka. Indonesia is also a great place to go undercover because it does not really know the face of its young master. Vraka has lived abroad for a long time.
"Your identity is now Zayyan, an orphaned young man. You can use this identity" Black said, giving Vraka a new identification.
Along with a bag that contains the needs of Vraka later during his stay in the sukamaju village.
Vraka saw all the gear he needed and he seemed satisfied with the black performance which was quite fast and agile.
"Well, black, I'm taking the company, '" said Vraka, patting black on the shoulder. The two have been best friends all along. And because of the vraka of the only child, he considered black like his own brother.
"Some of the chosen men I will send near you young master. So as soon as possible you can contact them in case of any problems" said Black, who would certainly not let his young master be alone outside.
"Okay, I believe you black."
Black escorts his young master only to the airport. He stared at the steps of Vraka who was now traveling without her ever being by his side. Black hopes that his young master can soon find the figure of Jacob, who is an important weak who knows the treasure that was suspected by Jack is the property of Lord Vranko Lewis. So it is appropriate if the property returns to its owner.
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Meanwhile, in a remote place. Far from the crowds of the capital. A place that is still beautiful with its natural scenery. Paddy fields, rivers, and mountains seemed so soothing to the eyes that looked at him. The streets are empty because there are still some people who have motorized vehicles. There are also a lot of motorcycles.
Tok
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"Doni wake?!" call a simple girl with hair in a ponytail. He knocked on the door a few times so that those inside would wake up.
" it's noon, you can be late for school!" his screams again woke his sister who was always hard to wake up in the morning.
"Good god this kid!" furious the girl returned because there was no reply from behind the door.
The sound of deheman from inside made the girl speechless and looked at someone who had appeared from inside.
"Doni wes bual school nduk, jare want piket karo durung selak do ngunu duty," said the man who was almost seventy years old.
(Doni's gone, son, he said to picket and has not done the job)
"Why do I say goodbye to Doni iku Mbah? Ancene the boy is puffed up. Angry wong isuk-isuk wes kudu ae-mosquito," said the girl then walked to help the grandfather to sit on the dining table chair. He was already screaming from earlier it turned out that even the person he woke up was no longer in his room.
(Why not say goodbye to me Doni's cake? It's a sableng boy. Make people angry early in the morning)
"Wes don't need mereng-mureng ae. Let's have breakfast with Mbah wae. As far as missile hunting, anyway? Mengko lak yo met Doni ono schoolgirl, iyo to?" take the grandfather to his granddaughter.
(That's it, there's no need to keep getting angry. Let's have breakfast with grandpa. Hunting goes teaching, right? I'll see Doni at school, right?)
"That means Doni has breakfast yet Mbah? piye karepe my boy," again the beautiful girl let out a long sigh. Dizziness also he thought of his brother Badung act.
(That means Doni hasn't had breakfast yet, cake? how the hell does the kid want it).
"Bakkurne wae opo arusae to nduk? Ora do digawe angel Yo. Ancen adhimu Kuwi koyo ngunu behavior," said the grandfather with a smile looking at his two grandchildren who are always noisy every day. But it became its own entertainment in its old age. The house became more alive with the two grandchildren.
(Just pack what's the trouble, son? No need to make it difficult. Your sister does that way)
"May also Mbah," said the dimpled girl according to and accompanied the grandfather to breakfast together.
(Okay cake)
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TB