Castes
5

The plane landed smoothly at the airport at ten p.m. Vladimir told Alvan that he had a guest to speak at his residence.

"Who is he?"

"Davians."

Alvan never heard his name. As an informant, Vladimir told all the information about Davian.

One year ago, a first-grader from High School was willing to fight with a hundred more students at his school because he was fed up with being bullied, checked, and forced to drink toilet water every day by his friend, his name is Davian. He won in the fight. One hundred fighting students against one geeky student.

After that incident, Davian became famous throughout the school. A week later he led the Allbase private high school Merdeka.

Davian is hostile to the entire Allbase outside schools that legalize drinking and marijuana for students. The brawl is unstoppable. The whole Allbase High School in his area hates Davian.

He doesn't mind. It only took one year, the sixteen-year-old boy managed to master Allbase all high school in his area.

The youth gang organization is often referred to as Barudak. He did not name it but people who often saw their troublemakers named it. Because they were still children people named him Barudak (children in Sundanese).

"Now seventeen years old?!"

Alvan was a little surprised. The driver was surprised to hear Alvan's voice.

"Good."

Vladimir gave his tablet containing news articles about inter-school brawls.

"All of that was Davian's work."

"Do you have a picture of his face?"

Vladimir nodded. Davian was arrested and detained for only a few weeks because his parents were wealthy.

"Who's her parents?"

"Stock owners, and big businessmen."

Alvan's car has reached the gate of his residence. The black sedan walked into the basement.

"What did that boy come for last night."

Alvan repeatedly checked his watch.

"He said it was important. It's about Chain's death."

Hearing Vladimir's words, Alvan immediately ran into the elevator.

On the second floor, Davian was already sitting neatly eating the food provided by the waiter. Vladimir asked to prepare it for Davian for fear of long wait and he starved.

Davian wore a black leather jacket, Levis pants, and All star shoes. Her hair was a little like a young boy. Her face? No need to ask. Every woman, young, old, small, all stunned to see Davian's face.

"Master... Alvan?"

Davian stood up and stretched out his hand, about to shake hands. Alvan didn't reply.

"Ok that was a little awward."

Davian sat back on the couch.

"Just get to the point."

Davian smiled. Alvan is like a child who can't wait to hear a fairy tale the night before bed.

"I heard that you were investigating Chain's death."

"How did you know?"

Vladimir had a little suspicion.

"That's not necessary to ask. My spies are everywhere, even in prison."

Obviously, it was Davian's men in prison who told Davian about this. Davian's men languishing in prison inevitably become Baskara's men and eavesdrop on Alvan and Baskara's talk, plus see Vladimir investigating Chain's cell.

"I'm here with no ill intentions, just want to give you some pointers if you really need them."

"Where did you get that lead?"

"Hey, did you guys forget that Chain had a kid who went to school with me?"

Vladimir and Alvan looked at each other. They never know information about it.

Davian laughed while chewing on an apple.

"Absolutely unfortunate his fate. He's a good boy, should accept this kind of incident. Ah, I forgot, instead you guys should give me what I want."

"Whatis that? Money?" Davian nodded. But the money is not for him.

Davian went around looking at the painting displayed on the wall.

"Hows it? Deal?"

Alvan smiles.

"How much do you ask?"

"Not much, just 1 billion. Isn't that a little nominal for the spice boss?"

Vladimir was about to beat Davian. But, Alvan held him back.

"All right, I agree."

"Chain's son is named Rafga."

Davian throws in a file containing Rafga's school certificate. Photos, addresses, long names, names of both parents, and dates, where he was born, are clearly written.

Alvan smiled as he read the name of his mother Rafga.

"Why?"

Vladimir was puzzled at Alvan's expression.

"No. Let's continue."

"Rafga said a few days before Chain died, he often saw strangers going back and forth in front of his house in a black Jeep. Sometimes he gets out of the car and watches his house, smokes for a while, and then leaves again."

Alvan nodded. That information was enough for him.

Vladimir provided proof of the transfer of one billion from his account to the account of the Merdeka orphanage. Davian could only smile.

"Do you need to deliver, Dav?"

Davian shakes. He brought his favorite motorcycle.

"Just be yourself."

Davian bowed, this time bowed by Alvan. Old traditions between organizations.

"Thank you for the food."

Davian's back is gone from the door. Alvan is back in his coat. The rain outside started to fall.

"Where to?"

"I want to see Rafga, Vladimir. You take care of the headquarters. I'll go alone."

The dashing Harley motor that Alvan has not used for a long time, is now back on. Given that Davian is here wearing a motorcycle with the same brand Alvan wants to reminisce.

The streets of the city are starting to fall. People have returned to their homes after a long period of activity.

Arriving at the housing, Alvan was banned from entering by security.

"It's night, sir. We can't take guests. Even if you want to enter, there must be permission first from the host."

Security's holding Alvan's motor. The problem since this morning has been that many journalists are trying to go inside to interview the Chain family. Security's overwhelmed, can't stand it.

"I give you both this pizza and donuts for snacks while on guard, but, my dear father permission to enter, how?"

Alvan tried to bribe a little with some food that he had bought on the street.

The two security officials negotiated for a moment. They agreed. After all, Alvan looks nothing like a thief and he just wants to meet his old best friend inside.

"Thank you very much, sir."

Because of his noisy exhaust, Alvan was told to push his motorbike up to Chain's house.

The Chain House was right near the residential crossbar, not so far away, only ten tens of meters away. The house is very large in white. Right left is a garden.

Alvan rang the bell. Face sweats. Someone shouted from inside the house.

"Aren't you thinking what time it is?!"

That's a woman's voice. Alvan's breathing is getting out of control.

Before long, the large door of teak wood was opened.

The woman around her thirties rubbed her eyes, trying to see who the person in front of her was.

"It's true it's you, Azizah."

Alvan smiles.