Knights For Mundika
19
“Now where will we start?” Ask Mansoor while sitting down. His brain this time became a dead end not knowing what to unravel. He can only rely on his professional team if he has to deal with things that are confidential.
*“Be happy with Mansoor, your serious face scares us all and dies of style..,” Shiddiq tries to break the gloomy atmosphere that surrounds them. He picked up a cup of hot tea along with some small cakes that were part of the service* room that they booked specifically at one of the five-star hotels in central Jakarta and presented it to Mansoor. Sweet food according to him can slightly relieve the nerves of his young Sheikh who is too tense. “Consider the night atmosphere of Jakarta City which is quite calm but full of sparkling lights that glow. Your usually brilliant thinking will be of no use if you rely on emotions. After all since when have you been so easy to express your emotions? You will be famous for being cold and cold-handed and irritable to talk if there is nothing important to discuss.”
“Since he hit the girl named Mundika bint Dalmouk, Shiddiq,” Badar represents Mansoor to answer Shiddiq's question which contains sarcastic elements in it. “I'm the one who was with him everyday surprised because there was no wind or rain suddenly our Sheikh has chosen a future wife after a long time of celibacy because it is too choosy or rather lazy to be tied to the one name's commitment.”
“So right news I heard that you are engaged and will marry one of the daughters of Mr Dalmouk the oil businessman?” Shiddiq between believing in disbelief with the statement of one of his friends. Yes, they were friends from childhood and were traditionally paired as bodyguards and representatives of the family business in some countries for the ruler of Dubai and his family. And he was quite proud of that position. “I thought you'd follow in the footsteps of your first brother who married one of your cousins.”
“I also wondered why your famous father was so strict and upheld your family culture that he let you get engaged to a girl outside the Emir family in the UAE?” Ali is intrigued to join his friends discussing about Mansoor.
*“Is this the event to make Me Gentlemen?” Mansoor smiled slantedly in response to the conversation of the three friends and his personal bodyguard. There seems to be a point in the opinion of his friends as well. He is too focused on Mundika because he feels responsible to have been trusted by the girl's family to take care of her given the status of those who have been engaged. Not to forget he took one croissant* contains chocolate that he received from Shiddiq, to hell with the night that many people think is a dangerous time to eat something, especially snacks. He will burn his fat later at the gym available at the hotel where he currently stays.
“Of course not, where dare we do like that to our Sheikh,” Shiddiq chuckled softly in response to Mansoor's remarks. “We just want to hear stories about you who have always put forward and put your logic above your emotions if faced with love problems.”
“My father said he did not want me to end up like Mundika's parents who just because of tradition even runyam became,” Mansoor answered the whole time. Where maybe he explained clearly what happened to his friends because it was the same as opening a family disgrace even though Mundika was still his future wife. He was also friends with Majid, the girl's sister. “In fact he was happy I chose that girl to be his wife. It seems like he and Mr. Dalmouk were friends in college and had an obsession with marrying one of their children who happened to be me and Mundika.”
“The next question is, why among the three daughters of Mr Dalmouk did you choose Doctor Mundika?” This time it was Ali's turn to ask. “I heard the gossip, because he was born from a mother of different cultures and countries with us makes bad news spread among the single men in our country and in Dubai in particular that marrying that girl will give misfortune, even your brother, Ahmed who had put his heart on the girl finally abandoned his intentions first before marrying one of your cousins.”
“Ahmed you said?!” Mansoor, who heard his first brother's name, was shocked by what Ali said.
“Aduh, it seems I mispronounced...” Ali who did not expect the response given Mansoor immediately covered his own mouth with his hands. “Forget it yes, what I said earlier.”
“No, no, you have said something that I must know the truth,” Mansoor pulled the collar of the shirt that Ali wore with all ten of his fingers. “I want to know more about my honest fiancee only a little bit of her life that I can evoke.”
“Iya-iya, but take your hands off my shirt collar,” Ali tried to get away from Mansoor. “Absolutely you don't know?”
“How can you know, this one of his life is too busy with work, Ali,” Badr sighs long. “ Never pay attention to the gossip around him..”.
“I'll tell you what I know but I hope you don't get emotional and become disrespectful to your brother,” Ali fixed his shirt collar and drank mineral water in front of him before starting the story.
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“That's how I know Mansoor,” Ali with full struggle explained because after all the topics discussed are about members of the family of Dubai officials. They need to be careful to take care of their privacy. “Indeed you did not suspect at all your brother used to take too long as the President Commissioner of the hospital where Doctor Mundika worked?”
Mansoor simply replied with a headband. Where could he possibly know, dealing with Mundika alone felt like a miracle beyond his logic as a human being. Considering their first meeting inevitably releases a little nervous tension. Perhaps the powerful footwork of Mundika used to contain love spells making him unable to turn his head other than to the girl who has a beautiful smile. After all, it has become the past of his brother who has been happy with his wife now so there is no need to be brought back. This time it was his turn to welcome his happiness along with the girl.
“Hey, why are you suddenly smiling like that? You gave me goosebumps!” Ali Protest.
“Nothing,” Mansoor took his smartphone from the pocket of shorts he was wearing now because he heard ringtones from the important objects to communicate. From Majid! What the hell is going on?
“Halo, Majid,”
“Halo Mansoor, I'm sorry to interrupt your night,” I heard Majid's voice vibrate because he was worrying about something.
“What, I also want to inform you that I and my team have arrived in Jakarta and will begin the search for your brothers,” Mansoor stands up from his seat and walks a little away towards the large glass window that shows the view of Jakarta City at night. He looked down at the glittering lights of vehicles passing from two different directions in one of the city icons named Hotel Indonesia Roundabout.
“Have you got word of where Mundika and Zayed's current position is?”
“Not yet, my team is still tracking his whereabouts,” Mansoor replied. “Is there anything important you want to say?”
“Please you can find Mundika and Zayed soon because Mama Artika fell ill and is currently forced to be taken to the hospital for more intensive care. It seems he is too stressed to think of his two children who are far from his current range.”
“What?!” Mansoor spontaneously turned to the direction of his three guards. “Good, I understand, me and my team will soon bring your sisters back to Dubai.” He immediately turned off the phone with Majid and turned to his team. “Badar, Ali, Shiddiq, I ask you to please track down Mundika and his sister, Zayed from the last communication he made to me. Soon!”
“Yes Sir!” Said Badr, Ali, and Shiddiq compact and returned with their respective sophisticated devices then carry out the instructions of the Master. They're going to work hard tonight.
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