IJAB'MU TALAK'KU
13. Cunning Plans

In an old, multi-storey building, it looks worn out and filled with shrubs that spread almost filled the entire wall of the building.

Some of the ruins of the building are scattered on the floor. The building is a little remote and access to the highway is a little difficult because it can only be passed by two wheels.

"Do as I command!" Excited someone wrapped in a black hoodie while lifting a brown parcel, which most likely contained some cash. His face was covered in a mask, only his two eyeballs were visible making it difficult to recognize his figure.

"Good!" Reply the man was prepared to take the parcel.

"Ourts!!" the unknown man pulled back his clothes.

"Remember! Don't leave any traces or drag me into this matter, no matter what!" The next step is full of emphasis.

The man then nodded and picked up the parcel, then quickly stuffed it into his bag.

The two had parted ways while glancing around, afraid that someone else would see them.

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That morning, PT. PERKASA WIJAYA will hold a press conference to the media related to new projects brought to their company construction.

In the hall room which is still located inside the company building, it appears that the media are sitting waiting for the arrival of the CEO.

"Thank you for your willingness to take part in this press conference!" Kris said to the media and they listened.

"I hope you guys don't offend or question anything unimportant!" Continues confirmed!

"Simple!"

Shortly after, the door of the towering Hall opened making everyone turn their heads.

"No, No, No,"

The CEO's footsteps echoed when Arlan Raden Wijaya walked with a sturdy body posture, a handsome face in a maroon suit stelan combined with matching shirt and tie as well as black pantofel shoes look authoritative walking into the Hall.

"See that Mr. Arlan "CEO PT. MIGHTY WIJAYA!" One of the reporters.

"Gam!"

"Gam!"

"Gam!"

Sontak made the entire hall filled with flashes from the blitz camera that continued to photograph it. Arlan walked in accompanied by a secretary and several large bodyguards.

The face that was tampa yet looked flat, emitting a domineering cold aura made the dazzled look also disinclined.

Arlan sat in front of an elongated table facing the reporters, while next to him there was Nindia always a secretary at that time. And Kris himself stood behind them along with some bodyguards.

"I am Arlan Raden Wijaya as CEO of PT. MIGHTY WIJAYA, thank you very much for the willingness of media friends to attend this press conference!" His legs were hoarse and the atmosphere looked calm.

"Today I announced that the FAMILY RESIDENCE development project belongs to our PT! The following made the reporters nod.

"Sorry, if you may know why his name is FAMILY RESIDENCE sir? Ask a female reporter.

"Look, our goal is to plan the construction of this marketing target for consumers whose workplaces are far enough from their homes. So, with this residency we hope they can have closer access!" Clearly Arlan with a serious face.

"And most importantly, they don't need to be too rushed to leave their families in the morning or arrive at a late-dissolved home just because of a remote workplace location! They can have free time to gather with loved ones!" continued.

"Yes too!"

"Yes right!

the reporters whispered to each other listening to Arlan's explanation.

"Then what about the neighborhood, sir?" Ask a male reporter.

"If in terms of environment, our project will include elite areas, the materials we use are safe and of high quality. We've thought through the entire construction process and there won't be any non-standard waste disposal." Arlan explained.

"And, most importantly even though our project is not one - one with an elite area but we offer a fairly affordable price! "One thing we need to know, if our consumers have a personal vehicle, on average, that means by having a closer residence then they will reduce pollution due to excessive fuel use. Even they have the opportunity to reduce excessive costs and the opportunity to have more savings for the family."

"Smk!"

"Smk!"

"Prok!

Rumbling claps for Arlan adorned the entire Hall. They salute the idea of the project builder.

"The thought of Mr. Arlan is quite broad and attention turns out." Sahut male masked and black hat, face difficult to recognize makes everyone glance at him.

"Listen - hear you're preparing for a wedding?" Her question surprised everyone.

"What really?"

"Sir Arlan is married?"

They whisper to each other and refocus on Arlan and shower him with questions.

"Sir, how is that true?"

"Gam!"

"Gam!"

"Sir please explain to us!"

Arlan's face was sour, his gaze sharp his jaw hardened. I don't know who leaked the news.

"Please don't ask again!" Nindia quickly led Arlan out of the room, but the reporters followed her.

"Please don't cover anymore!" Kris cried but they did not care until in the midst of the uproar, none of them realized the man who started the riot had disappeared somewhere.

"Sir Arlan!"

"Sir Arlan give me an explanation!"

"Sir!"

"Sir!"

"STOP!! DON'T COVER ANYMORE!" Kris snapped with a reddened face finally made them speechless.

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"Hows it? Are they gone?" Nindia asked frantically as Kris had just opened the door of Arlan's private room.

"Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" sighing Kris looked at Nindia alternating with Arlan. "It's over!" The reply looked exhausted, a sweaty patch soaked his face.

"YAHOO!" Shouted Arlan "BRAKK!" The sound of the flower vase shattering as Arlan threw it on the floor shocked Nindia and Kris to the point of closing her ears.

Nindi's face stiffened with a trembling body as she looked at Arlan with anger capable of suppressing the entire room. Nindia could feel the cooler room temperature slowly glanced at Kris who was similarly shocked.

"Find the man immediately!" Arlan cried coldly as he clenched his hands until his nails turned white, his muscles hardened emitting a sharp gaze.

"B, good sir!" Reply Kris stammered - brick then out of the room.

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"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?" Bentak Mr. Wijaya stood up while watching the tv show that kept rolling gave Arlan's wedding. Even the media alludes to company shares.

"Pa, papa calm down!" Madam Wijaya calmed her husband.

"How about pa, Agghh!" Mr. Wijaya again held his chest that hurt.

"Pa, Papa isn't papa?" madam Wijaya asked frantically to have her husband lean on the sofa.

"RAMA? RAMA?" Shouted mistress Wijaya increasingly panicked to see her husband who was full of cold sweat.

"Uncle? Uncle not showing up? Rama asked as he ran closer to them.

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That morning, again Lord Wijaya lay in his private room. His face was pale, his nose and mouth were bent to help with breathing.

Madam Wijaya accompanied by Rama stood staring at her husband, a circle of teru jernin flowing down her cheeks.

"Simple!"

The sound of the door opening made the mistress of Wijaya and Rama turn their heads, seen Aluna with a panicked face running small towards them.

"How's papa doing?" Tanyanya sat beside master Wijaya looking at him fixedly.

"She just fell asleep, but her oxygen still has to be plugged in, the doctor said!" Reply Rama.

"Did Arlan know?" Back Aluna asked as she glanced at them and madam Wijaya only shook her head lightly while wiping her face.

"His phone could not be reached! Chris wasn't with her either!" Obviously Rama.

Aluna looked back at her in-laws. A pale face lying weakly with a breathing apparatus made his chest slit.

Slowly the corner of his eyes left a clear circle of seeing a slowly weakening body at his age that was getting older made Aluna afraid of something unwanted. He always treated her well, even teaching her many things.

That's why he always felt that his figure was the same as his late father who always loved him unconditionally.

Aluna felt a deep pain remembering all the problems of her life. Not entirely ready to be combined, but the issue of Arlan's marriage spread throughout the city, not to mention the condition of the Lord Wijaya that is increasingly dropping.

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Aluna is currently in the backyard. Seemed restless and panicked while trying to contact Arlan's number which is still out of reach.

"The number you are going to cannot be reached!"

"The number you are going to cannot be reached!"

Aluna rubbed her face, her mind was not careless. Then call Kris.

"Hello Kris? Have you met Mr Arlan?"

"Not yet madam!" kris on the phone.

"Thank you!" She hung up the phone and her eyes turned red.

I don't know where Arlan went. Aluna had contacted some of Arlan's friends but none of them knew.

Aluna sat on the iron chair of the backyard while massaging her temple. His head was throbbing and felt dizzy even a little nauseous.

"Aluna you calm down! Arlan must be back, maybe he just needs some time to calm down!" The woman standing next to him patted his shoulder.

Aluna slowly looked up at the woman with a tanang face in a knee-length dress and her shoulder-length hair down. "Thank you Aunt Meryam!" and her tears fell back.

Mrs Meryam is the wife of Arlan's uncle who is in prison, the mother of Rama Redan Wijaya.

Madam Meryam sat down beside Aluna "Aunt understand how you feel!" he said as he hugged Aluna's cold and trembling body. Aluna welcomed the hug tightly calming down.

Seriate...