EIGHT TARGETS
90. Jey and Dirga, the Poor Gegi

It looks like Jey is busy stirring the vegetable soup that is being cooked.  He used his left hand to scoop his gravy then blown it up and then put it slightly on his right hand after it was a bit cold.

Jey tasted the vegetable soup.

“Hmm.  It's yummy!  It fits as a sauce to warm up after a hangover.  I'll be serving Mr. Dirga soon.  Mr. Dirga must have liked it so much.”  Said Jey with a bright smile on his face.

“Hahahaha.”  The Grandpa laughed at Jey's rather cute behavior according to him.

“By the way, son Jey, how long have you known Mr Dirga?  You guys must be so close that she recommended you herself as a VIP waitress at her beloved bar.”  Grandpa asked out of curiosity.

“Hmmm.”  Jey raised his head slightly, looking like he was thinking.

“We accidentally met 6 months ago and unknowingly we were fast close.  I told him I was looking for a job with a decent salary and he offered me this job.  But it seems that to work here, you have to be registered first as a student in his school and know the basics of martial arts whatever it is, but luckily I can.  Be I accept this job at once listed as a student in his padepokan.”

“Nak Jey is indeed a very supple person.  It's natural that Nak Dirga could instantly like Nak Jey and give the job to Nak Jey.”  Said Grandpa smiling.

“Yah, but I don't know Cake.  It is a bit uncomfortable to work just by wearing a layer of CDs and boxers.  Also with Linda yesterday.  Not to mention, the atmosphere of training in the padepokan.  I just realized, apparently this job is quite dangerous.  Well, according to his salary anyway.”  Jey replied with an awkward smile on his face.

“Grandfather himself how? Has it been a long time working as a bartender in this bar?”  Jey asked back.

“Hmm.  If Grandpa had been since young, had served the Isnandar family.  Coincidentally Grandpa who took care of Mr. Zulkifli Isnandar, Nak Dirga's father, since he was a baby with one of the other caregivers named Aunt Jenny's late home.  But His wife, Bu Zaky, seems to dislike Grandpa and asks the Great Lord to fire Grandpa after their marriage.”

Maybe because of tired of chatting, the Grandfather also rested himself in a rocking chair not far from the kitchen where they were far hidden in the bar.

“If you remember, Grandpa's life was very difficult at that time.  Grandpa was in his 50s.  It is very difficult to find a job that is willing to accept people who are old.  Good thing Grandpa is proficient in English so Grandpa can make a living by teaching English to schoolchildren.”

Grandpa took his silver handkerchief under his pouch, then wiped the sweat off his forehead.

“Yeah, but with the development of increasingly advanced technology, it is very difficult to run an English tutoring business again.  Thankfully, perhaps out of pity and still remembering the services of Grandpa who had raised him, once this bar was established nine years ago, Nak Zulkifli immediately offered this job to Grandpa.”  Said the Grandfather with an expression full of nostalgia on his face.

Seeing Grandfather's expression, Jey greeted him with a warm smile.

***

“Why is everything like this?  Why is everything like this?!”  Gegi muttered from behind his blanket.

Antonio Gegistov who was once popular, although he was fairly new to acting, suddenly deserted job and shunned fans after his racist scandal along with Alicia and Mr. Sudarmin.  He was also stressed because of this.  However, rather than because of his lonely job, he was more stressed because the fans who used to adore him, now back to blasphemy him.

“Didn't you love me?  You guys love me?  But why now do you even insult me on the internet so much?!”  Gegi yelled angrily while throwing his blanket.

He also lay on his side while hugging his roll while still holding his phone in his right hand.

“This is all Alicia's fault!  But why does everyone blame me too?!”  He said while staring at the screen on his phone.

‘An artist initialed A.G. who really wants to be famous then seeks sensation by trying to tarnish the good name of a Young Master heir to a famous company, ended by embarrassing himself.’.

“Traaak!”  Gegi also slammed his phone until cracks scattered.

“Why do you guys blame me?!”  Gegi could not contain his anger.

“Just because Alicia said that, doesn't mean what we revealed was a lie.  Though I thought this was a good opportunity for me to be able to increase my popularity while dropping the good name of the damn Kaiser by taking advantage of this opportunity, blaspheming him all out as a criminal.”  Gegi said with a facial expression that looks very messy.

Because of Gegi's dizziness, he was unceasingly massaging his forehead.  He continued to say,

“We even talked in meetings carefully in order to control our speech so that everything fits the facts known to the audience only without accusing Kaiser directly, but using my acting skills to then direct public opinion to blame the damn Kaiser.”

Gegi's teeth are rustling.  He looks so angry.

“But the Stupid Alicia even mentioned Kaiser's name blatantly to the point of even issuing such racist remarks.  Let alone public sympathy, now I am even labeled as a racist artist.  And even more unfortunate, it was enough to twist the atmosphere on the internet and instead attack me with accusations of spreading lies.  Really shit!”

“Why even though I've become a famous artist, I still can't beat that damn Kaiser charisma.  Isn't this the same as the time in Junior High?  What use has my hard work been to build my image?”  Said Gegi lirih accompanied by tears.

“Tuk tuk.”

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.  Gegi tries not to make any noise so that the guest will think there is no one in his room and leave immediately.  But beyond Gegi's expectations, the door knocks are getting more intense and firmer.  The guest apparently did not give up on forcing Gegi out.

“Who's outside?!  So noisy!  I don't want to be disturbed.  Go!”  Shouted Gegi furiously.

But unfortunately, it did not stop the knocking sound of the door, even more intense.

“Who the hell came to see you?  Kak Chiki's feelings today request a holiday.”

Angered, Gegi gets out of bed and heads to the door, impatient to hit the disrespectful man.

Gegi opened the door.  His eyes looked wide.

“You?”  Gegi was surprised.

The person in front of him smiled.  His red eyes gave off a red glow.

“Yo, long time no see, loser!”  Said the man.

Apparently, he was none other than Fahrul Prabuwija.

“You, what are you doing at my agency hotel?”

“Certainly guested.  I was worried about my best friend after being bullied all-out on the internet. Well, I also have a good permit with your management.”

“You, what's your purpose here?  Not that you're the same, the loyal follower of the damn Kaiser!”

Fahrul's eyes suddenly look spooky and Gegi gasped at it.

“You are not aware yet apparently your current position.”  Said Fahrul with a creepy smile on his face.

A moment of red smoke came out from behind his palm and headed into Gegi's eyes.

“Aakh!”  Gegi then jerked in pain while curling his body and holding his painful eyelids.

“You?  What have you done?”

“With the child of rainbow syndrome, should not shoulder to shoulder?  Not even fighting with each other.”  Said Fahrul looking pitying Gegi's stupid behavior.

“Come on, join us!  With Young Master Kaiser being our leader, this world we will rule.”  Said Fahrul with a cruel smile on his face.

Hearing Fahrul's words, Gegi gasped.  He never expected that the secret that he thought his parents had both of himself well hidden, would be revealed like this.  Yeah, Gegi, also a rainbow syndrome kid.

Gegi turned his head, looking at Fahrul.  The bright orange eye color that shone on both of his eyeballs after the eye lens he used to cover them, was burned by the hot smoke belonging to Fahrul's power.

“You?”  Gegi said softly and Fahrul also extended his hand.

As if hypnotized, Gegi grabbed Fahrul's hand.

Instantly, a plume of black smoke was seen behind Fahrul.  From behind that thick black smoke, appeared a long-haired person whose entire body was covered by a black fog.

“Welcome to join as a member of our twentieth association, Antonio Gegistov!”  Say the mysterious figure in a voice that sounds like a woman.