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132. Whose picture is this?

"Daddy, who are you calling?" rama asked, looking at his wife.

He, Sisil and Mbah Yahya who are in the back are now riding in a car. Towards a public cemetery.

"Call Brother, Om. But the number is off" Sisil replied as he stared at his phone screen.

"What do you need, call Brother Gugun?"

"I'm glad Citra's husband died. He's gotta know, Om."

Gugun was among Citra's closest people, before the girl married Steven. So according to Sisil, her brother was obliged to know.

"Is Daddy wrong, you call your husband Om?" ask Mbah Yahya in the back. The man was wearing long jeans, a short t-shirt and a leather jacket. Everything is black.

"Indeed ... Why, Dad?" Sisil turned his head doubtfully, then looked towards the in-laws.

"Lha, why ask? Yes, no pantes. Husband time itself called Om?" his nag. Mbah Yahya looks angry and disliked, when he hears the call in his ear.

"But Om Rama is the same age I'm far away, Dad." Sisil reasoned, although indeed what he said was true.

"Yes, Daddy knows." Mbah Yahya nodded. "But no matter how old your husband is. Is he your Om? No, not" he grumbled.

"That's okay, Dad. Maybe Sisil is comfortable calling me Om. So no problem." Rama did not worry about the call. Most importantly, Sisil was warm and able to love her. That was more than enough, he said.

"It's not a matter of comfort or discomfort, you know the term pantes no, anyway, Ram?" Now, it's Rama's turn to get the scolding. Mbah Yahya looked upset, because his son was defending his wife, but should have listened to what she said. Mood he's not good right now, because the ring is gone. Mbah Yahya felt dizzy the seven roving around looking for him. "Example Citra, although she married an older man .. but she called her husband Aa, not Om. Your own time can't be, Sil?"

"But the Citra was also originally ...." Sisil stopped his speech at the tip of his lips. To be honest he wants to say if Citra initially also called Steven as Om, just like he called Rama. But Sisil had no courage to say that to Mbah Yahya. The old man's face looked fierce and frightening. "I will now call Om Rama Aa Rama. I promise, Dad."

Mbah Yahya immediately nodded while sighing. The corner of his lips was raised carving a thin smile on his face. "Good, that's Daddy's son-in-law."

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After returning from a Kindergarten school, Gisel visits an apartment building. It was the apartment where he saw Rama and Sisil. Which means also the Gugun apartment.

Gisel thought, those two people live there. And Gisel's intention is to stay neighboring. To be closer and certainly far from Evan's supervision.

"Good day, sir," Gisel politely greeted a security guard standing at the entrance of the building.

"Siang too. What's up, Miss?" the man looked at Gisel.

"Is there an empty apartment here, sir?"

"There's Miss." The man in black uniform nodded. "But here it is only allowed to rent. Can't be bought."

"No problem, I'd like to rent it too. How much is a month, sir?"

"Depends on the type, Miss. There are between 1 million and 10 million. Does Miss want to see it first?"

"Can." Gisel nodded. He entered and looked at the apartment.

He didn't wait long for himself to think. He also made his choice immediately.

"So I live alone and I'm cutting .. I'm taking 1.5 million, sir. This one." Gisel pointed to the apartment that had just closed its door. She finished seeing.

Not too spacious but comfortable, has one bedroom in which there is a bathroom. One kitchen and a central room. On the 2nd floor number 13.

"Let's go to the ground floor again. Miss has to fill out the form first," the security guard asked as he pointed his hand towards the hallway towards the elevator.

Gisel nodded, then stepped in with him.

Suddenly, there was the sound of the vibration of the phone that was in Gisel's grasp. A new number is on the screen.

"See, sir, I'll pick up the phone first." Gisel came out again when he had just entered the elevator. Then he picked up the call and said, "Hello."

"Good afternoon. Is this with Giselle Erlangga?" ask someone from across there. A man's voice and a stranger's voice.

"Yes, I'm alone. Whose father, huh?" ask Gisel.

"My name is Cemet, Miss. I got Miss's number from Miss Olla's driver. Said ... Miss needs people to lift things, right?"

"Rubber. But only you? I need two."

"I'm with a friend of mine named Cimit" replied the man named Cemet. "And by chance .. I'm already in front of Miss's apartment parking lot. Where is the lady now?"

"I'll be up to a few more minutes. But you met me not in the apartment, but in the cafe" replied Gisel.

"Any cafe, miss?"

"Away across the street, there's a cafe. We meet there. I have something to say."

"good. My friend and I were waiting there. See you, Miss."

"Yes." Yeah." Gisel turned off the call, then stepped closer to the security guard who was still waiting for him in front of the elevator. "Sir, suddenly I have business. But later in the afternoon or evening I'll be here again to fill out the forms and bring my things. And this ...." Gisel reached into his tote bag to retrieve the wallet, then opened it and took out a business card. After that, give it to him. "This is my business card. So you can believe I'm going back to rent an apartment."

"Good, Miss." The security guard took it with a smile. "Miss be careful on the road. I also want to tell the person in charge of this apartment first, if there's someone new to rent."

"Yes." Yeah." Gisel nodded. Then leave.

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Gisel's footsteps stopped at a cafe table in the corner, when he saw two burly men waving to him.

"Miss Gisel, isn't it?" ask one of the men, who was wearing a hat.

"Yes." Yeah." Gisel nodded, then noticed the pretty sinister faces of the two men in front of him. His skin also looked equally black. "Are you Cemet and Cimit?"

"Rubber, Miss," said the man wearing the hat. Then pat her chest. "I am called Cemet. And this is my friend ... Zimmit." He pointed to his friend who had just stood up, then extended his hand towards Gisel.

"okay." Gisel nodded. "But there is no need to shake hands. Just sit down" he said, pulling an empty chair in front of them, then sat down and opened the bag.

The two men sat down again and smiled.

"Watch this photo carefully, do not let anyone wrong ...." Gisel stretched out his hand on the table while giving a piece of a picture of a man.

"Whose picture is this, Miss?" ask Cemet who took the photo and looked at his face.

"Save the picture first, so that no one will see." Gisel closed the photo that was already in Cemet's grasp. His head turned to the right and left, making sure that no Evan was monitoring him. That guy's gonna screw up all his plans if he gets caught.

"But whose picture was this? And what do you want?" Cemet's eye brows appear to be linked. He looks confused and doesn't understand.

"name ...."

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