METAPHYSICAL WAR
Mystery messages
Mystery messages.
The sound of the dawn prayer from a small mosque near the inn broke the silence. Some people from the RT 6 group who are Muslim woke up to fulfill their obligations. Some continued to sleep, until 8 am they had to get ready to go back to east Bandung.
“The plan is to go home at what time ?” raduma asked Sula after performing the service.
“Jam 8, get ready to finish luggage,” replied Sula with a signal.
“Mm..”
“Kang Raduma is still at home here ?” Sulu asked.
“Gak Sul, want to cepet-cepet go home.”
“Sama dong.” Sulu looked pouted.
“Loh why ? Yesterday I saw you as happy, now I want to go home ?” Raduma.
“Iya anyway, exciting here but if you want B.A.B bothered, toilet sitting I do not like,” he explained.
“Oh..hehe, yes too. I also don't like the seat. I'm not satisfied, yes ?”
The fat-bodied Sulu nodded. He never liked the toilet sitting, shitting while sitting it is not the culture of Indonesian society, for him.
When staying at the house of the late Tobias, he better go home first when he knows the closet at Tobias' house is not a squat closet. Though at that time, he was no longer strong enough to hold the yellow ammunition in his intestines.
“Padahal just go to the mosque wc Sul if you do not want the toilet sit mah.”
“Don't want ah, if in wc mosque I see the key is a bit damaged. So not calm plus love digedor-gedor because other pilgrims also want to use.”
Raduma smiled again to hear Sulu's explanation was true based on his experience as well. Using a bathroom or WC mosque can not be rather long must be agile because usually there are other people who want to wear it too.
Raduma chatted casually with Sula and Sulu until the time to return home arrived. People have packed and lined up their luggage to put back on the bus that takes them to recreation.
“Pir further, go to home !" Pak RT Command.
He sat next to the bus driver. the AC starts, the music starts. Mothers sing again. Sula and Sulu the fat twins have started picking up snacks in her pocket while Raduma looks through social media accounts on her smartphone until a mysterious message comes in.
“The bus you are riding will refuel 30 kilometers from where you read this message. At that time, get off the bus, he'll pick you up. Black Corolla sedan.”
Raduma frowned.
Of course Raduma will feel suspicious at the mysterious message that suddenly asks him to follow her. Raduma thought it might be someone's message from the family of the victim who tried to arrest him.
“Who is this ?” Inner wonders. “What is possible of the person who is related to the shamans I killed ?”
“No no, it is impossible that they knew I killed those shamans. My supernatural mask makes anyone unable to track me,” he continued.
The mysterious message he just ignored, Raduma tried to see the next reaction from the sender of the message. 15 minutes passed, no incoming messages until when it was 30 minutes walk, no message, the message is re-entered with the same sentence.
“Who are you ?” type Raduma finally answered the message.
“Your remaining family.”
The answer message from the mysterious person made Raduma flinch. How could my family be left when they're all dead.
His curiosity appeared so intense once he received that unexpected answer. It was like finding an oasis in a very arid desert. The spirit to live again appears if indeed he still has a family.
This made Raduma return the message.
“What can make me believe ? I could have ignored this message.”
“You'll know after you see something that will make you believe. This is very important, I hope you think about it carefully.”
Raduma was silent for quite a while, he tried to digest what had just happened. A mysterious message came in and claimed to be the family that remained. What decision should he make ? He thinks there is a risk that comes with it. It can be a trick too. But ignoring it may even only make the curiosity never answered.
Raduma got up from the seat and tried to approach the bus driver in front.
“Pak what on the way later plan to refuel?” ask Raduma.
“Iya Kang, what's wrong ? At least 45 minutes to arrive at an SPBU.”
“Ah no, just ask doang. Mostly want to go to WC first.”
“Oh..”
He returned to the back seat, it turned out to be true what the sender said. That the bus he was riding on would refuel. After thinking for a few minutes, he took what steps he had to take and convinced himself he finally replied to the message again.
“Alright, I'll see you.”
“Sedan corolla black.” Only three words, a reply message that goes to Raduma smartphone.
Raduma began to pick up the dark red bag he had placed in the back seat. Prepare to leave the bus when it stops at an SPBU.
“What's Kang ?” asked Lya Rustika who saw Raduma as if preparing to go down.
“Maybe I will not go home together to Bandung, I want to go to the house first. There are promising business offers.” Raduma's lying.
“Hmm... be careful, how will you go home ? There is money for the cost of returning home ?” Lya's a little worried.
“Contact me to Kang if you run out of money yah.” Robby offers to help after hearing Raduma and his mother's conversation.
Raduma threw a smile from the heart at the two.
“Still Mom, kang. Yes later maybe I will give you news if you need help.”
Raduma continued to look out the window, waiting for when the bus would stop. After 45 minutes, the bus entered an SPBU. He stood up and carried the bag on his back as the driver entered the car queue. He circled his gaze all over, looking for the black corolla sedan as the sender said.
The sedan car was there, the glass looked dark so that it was invisible to the people inside.
“Where to Rad ?” ask Mr. RT. Suddenly the other neighbors set their sights on Raduma who was preparing to go down.
“I want to get off here only Sir, want to go to the house first. So will not go home together to Bandung.”
“Emang has a Javanese friend?” Mr. RT wonder. Doubtful Raduma, who has very few friends.
“Punyalah, my work in the car wash, some Javanese. We have already signed.”
“Ya have been careful atuh, sing smoothly dugi ka mulih deui ka Bandung (hopefully smoothly until returning to Bandung).”
Raduma nodded. The door opened and his left foot touched the ground and he walked over to the black corolla sedan.
The windshield slowly opened and a 39-year-old man was seen. His body was burly, his eyes were soft, wearing a long black t-shirt. His hair was very neat, wearing hair oil, like the son of a rich man.
“You must be Raduma,” said the man with a friendly smile. “Come in, I don't mean to be evil. Besides, if I'm mean you can kill me easily with your inner strength.”
“Where did you know ?” Raduma was shocked, the person who was in front of his eyes knew that he had inner energy and metaphysical science.
“Therefore, you'd better get in soon. This talk is sensitive.”
“Ba—good.”
Raduma got into the car, he sat in front, next to the man who was from the first impression, seemed like a good person.
“Where will we go ?” ask Raduma again.
“To the man who told me to meet you. You'll know for yourself later.”
“So you're not the person I meant ? Who is he who wants to meet me?”
“Not, I'm just a shabby kid, an umbrella object he found when it rained so heavily 30 years ago.”
“Who exactly is this guy ?” raduma Gumam.
The man smiled back.
“You must be curious.”
"I don't think the guy who's been making a lot of noise turns out to be a young guy like you."
"You know what I'm doing ?" Raduma grabbed a piece of gum from Sulu this morning and chewed it to make Raduma more relaxed.
"Of course, now you're the target of the police. In other words now I'm bringing in the most wanted man for the police in the last 4 months." Candanya.
Raduma laughed at hearing that.
"Why don't you tell me who's the one who wants to see me ?"
"Because he himself wanted to tell her. I dare not break orders." The man turned his head towards Raduma's face while driving.
the ability to drive the car is impressive. He stuck a gas pedal and passed many cars in front of him without the slightest fear of colliding. People like this are certainly not ordinary people, Raduma thought.
"So that's it." Raduma held her chin looking thoughtful.
"It looks like you should also buy a vehicle. What do you want ?"
"I mean ?"
"I mean what kind of vehicle do you want ?"
"Vehicle ? where do I have money to buy a vehicle."
"Of course we'll buy it."
"No need," Raduma refused.
"You're gonna need Raduma, believe me. Besides, no need to worry, he's a very rich man. He can buy you 2 Alphard cars if you want."
"What ?" Raduma. "You're serious ?"
"Do I look like I'm joking ?" The man chuckled. "You just call it."
"Hmm okay." Raduma thought for a moment. "I want a dirt bike."
"soon you have."
Raduma looked up but said no more.
The man then drove his black corolla sedan out of the SPBU. Entering the big road and moving west. The two went to meet someone who still had not been revealed.
*****
Elsewhere, Barbara Luel was seen standing in a place near the DPR RI building. Another task he had to run afternoon towards that afternoon. Thousands of students and workers joined together to protest the controversial government policy.
With shady glasses, tied hair, jeans and Barbara Luel's brown boots looked at the thousands crammed full of anger with a pair of binoculars.
A communication device tucked in his ear hole. Waiting for information from one of the intel assigned by the Head of BIN to convey who became the provocateur in the protest.
"Elang east, 2 o'clock men thin, white and wearing a black hat with nitro inscribed." The voice that sounded in Luel's ears.
"Accepted," Barbara Luel replied as she grabbed the binoculars she had hung around her neck.
"Communite, to enter this person's subconscious." Inner Barbara Luel when staring intently at one of the men who was considered as a provocateur.
Suddenly a bright yellow colored energy came out from Barbara Luel's body and shot towards the man she was looking at sharply. So soon the attitude of the man changed drastically, his style of speech changed and the sentences he uttered now no longer contain provocation. Barbara Luel subtly affects the subconscious of the man. She was later driven by Barbara Luel.
The trouble began to subside though soon the situation heated up again. It is very natural actually, because the number of people present very much makes the situation so dynamic.
finally Barbara Luel was forced to make a supernatural wall to make the demonstrators unable to squeeze into the entrance gate of the Indonesian House of Representatives.
"This unseen wall only runs two hours. Make sure the police have to disperse them before the wall fades" Barbara Luel said via a communications device. "Don't wait for 18:00, do something at least to keep them away from the fence. Some of them are planning to carry out anarchist actions. Water Cannon could be an option to take."
"Good."
The intel then moved out of the crowd to relay orders from Barbara Luel to the police.
"Sir Kapolri, you should order officers on the ground to prevent the demonstrators from being in front of the gate of the Indonesian House of Representatives for more than two hours. Water cannon movement as the first step. Starting from this second, Barbara Luel has done her job," whispered the intel.
"Alright, I will order to spray the water cannon" replied the police chief.
Not long after the water cannon was seen sprayed at the demonstrators. Race against time so that the demi do not survive in front of the entrance gate of the DPR RI more than two hours as Barbara Luel said.
The demonstrators were seen in disarray when water cannon sprayed by police officers on the ground. While the unseen walls still looked solid, none of them could get close and climb the gate even before the water cannon sprayed.
Techniques that can drain energy in its use. Walls that not only dispel living things but can also affect the mental who tries to touch it. One technique that might make the name Barbara Luel was in demand by the shadow satellite so she was recruited in mid-2005.
If this technique has no time limit. Perhaps the technique will be the best defense technique owned by a Barbara Luel, Indonesian-french bresteran woman. In his fairly mature age, he has been very experienced in using metaphysical abilities and inner energy so that it may be a balanced opponent for Raduma.
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