MARRIED THIRTEEN WOMEN
Relaxing On The River
Jiwo and Aziza left the police station feeling troubled. They were a little distracted by the threat from the man. Although the man who was a prisoner was made not to dwell when arguing with Jiwo, but still, there are words that make Jiwo's heart not calm.
After the criminals gave a warning from behind the iron jerry, Jiwo and Aziza and Andika did not leave immediately. While the criminal was opening his voice, they used the opportunity to scrape more information. Although in the end they did not get important information, Jiwo finally decided to go from there.
The next place that Jiwo went to was, where the handyman Jiwo ordered additional items for his yard. As usual the handyman welcomed him with a friendly, and more satisfying, Jiwo ordered goods will be ready to be installed on the stall tomorrow. Jiwo was happy to hear it because the order item was completed quickly. After chatting for almost an hour, Jiwo and Aziza then leave.
"Where are we going, Mister?" asked Aziza who had been quieter than that.
"Where do you want to go, Dek?" instead of answering, Jiwo threw a question back.
"Well, why ask me? Yeah, I don't know."
Jiwo chuckles then he drives his bike somewhere. Aziza was stunned because as she remembered, the road that passed was not the way to go home. But Aziza chose to be quiet and let Jiwo advance his bike as he wished.
Enough to spend fifteen minutes traveling, now they both have arrived at their destination. Aziza was so amazed to see the scene before her eyes. A fairly wide river, and hills overgrown with hundreds of pine trees, is very soothing for anyone who sees it.
Jiwo indeed deliberately chose that place, because it was a place visited by many young people including Jiwo. But what makes it different is, the river's outskirts are now more neatly arranged. There are several benches of bamboo and wooden tables provided by the manager. There are also several snack stalls as a complement to enjoy the atmosphere there.
"Is this a tourist spot, Mister?" aziza asked as soon as they sat side by side on one of the long benches.
"You could say so, local tourism, cheap festive," replied Jiwo while removing a cigarette and lighting it. Not to forget he also ordered snacks and drinks at a nearby stall.
"The place is quite good, the air is cool," Aziza said looking cheerful. Jiwo can only comment on a smile while sipping his cigarette. "Mister, how did Mister respond to the criminal?"
"What do you mean, Dek?"
"It could be, continuing with your disappearance, they broke up and fought each other."
"Well, it's getting worse, Mister."
"Udah, don't think too much. Let's discuss it with the others at home, okay?"
Aziza then agreed. They throw each other a smile and then open another conversation while enjoying the snacks that have come. Until without feeling, two hours they have been there enjoying the atmosphere both. Finally they decided to go home because the time was getting late.
Meanwhile somewhere else, Suryo was feeling a sense of unease at the moment. The deputy mayor was agitated because from last night his man did not give any news. Though the last news he received, his man was moving towards the target location. But until this moment, Suryo received no news about the outcome of the action.
Suryo's anxiety becomes more and more when he gets pressure from Hendrik. Suryo is really urged to find a subtle way so that the target can be immediately recaptured. But for now, Suryo's only hope is to his man. Without Suryo knowing that the man who is also actually already caught.
Unlike Suryo, Hendrik actually looks still calm even though he himself is now being run away and hidden. In his hiding place, Hendrik was also working out a plan. Even Hendrik planned to go to the village where the thirteen women were.
"Is everything ready?" asked Hendrik to his men who had just arrived to carry out their duties.
Already, Boss, just wait for the time to leave," replied one of his men.
"Alright, tell everyone to rest first, tomorrow morning I will leave," said Hendrik and left his men.
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