Mr. Secretary: Destiny Bound
CHAPTER 6 – DETAILS: TOTEBAG

Anton immediately pressed the pause button. Rewind a bit of the scene to get the right picture.

“Zoom in again, Ton,” says Bramasta.

Anton shakes.

“The image resolution is not very good. I can't zoom in anymore. Break the picture.”

“Yaaaa,” Indra exclaimed in disappointment.

“You want to take it to Singapore again like the Mommy and Disti attack case on the hospital terrace?” ask Bramasta.

“Are you kidding?_Kidding you.._” Indra and Anton compact inquired.

Bramasta.

“Privile CSI Singapore only for trivial things like this?” Indra raised both eyebrows.

“Who knows he's a soul matelu, Ndra.” Bramasta leaned her body while watching Indra's face.

“Note his hand,” Anton rewinds the video again, he also slows down the speed of his image.

“The one hit Bro Indra's car rearview mirror was his right hand,” Anton used a laser pointer to point at the wall that became the screen, “See how he pulled his right hand after being hit. Holding it while spitting?”

“Subhanallah.. from such a distance it has been seen his hands reddened yes.” Indra stared at the nanar on the video image on the wall.

“Perhaps because the woman's skin is light in color yes,” Anton said.

“May he be left-handed,” Bramasta noticed the video with his hands touching his nostrils, his style while thinking.

Anton nodded.

“He held.. ah no. like hugging his injured hand when crossing,” Anton looked at Bramasta and Indra alternately.

“May not crack his wrist or other bones.” Bramasta tilts her head still observing the video, “May she be fine.”

“Braaaaam! Please dong don't make me more down like this.” Indra slaps Bramasta's back.

“Isssh... pain tau!” Bramasta.

Anton squeaked but then chuckled.

“Ton, now we find the details of the girl. It is better to be called a girl yes than a woman after we see the glint of her face,” said Bramasta embraced by Indra and Anton.

“Bags.!” exclaim Indra, “Write on his totebag eyecatching_draws attention_ really. I remember.. something about coffee... in English.”.

“Totebag gift from coffee shop?”

“It seems not. Something about coffeholic.”

“Wait, Bang Indra says COFFEEHOLIC or COFFEEHOLIC?”

“Means?” Bramasta looked at Anton with an incomprehensible face.

“Write the COFFEE with double E or single E?”

“Nearly?” Bramasta frowned.

“There are totebag bags that are loved by young people now, especially children kulliahan and SMU. Totebag made from textured cotton there are fiber threads such as weaving errors, such as fabric production defects when not. The model is like that,” Anton type something, “Yang made the bag successful in the market of young people because of his sentences, something related to coffee enthusiasts.”

Anton pressed the enter button.

“This is the work of young people Bandung. Brand bag is COFFEEHOLIC.”

“Picture right, Ton.” Indra pointed.

Anton made a double click with his mouse.

“Ah, not.” says Indra.

“That, down again, Ton. Yes that one. I'm sure. The pictures of the coffee beans are eye-catching to me. Coffee beans are thinking..”

Double click sounds heard.

“That’z it! _That's him!_Writing: How are you beans?_How are you doing, grain?_”

“Bro, this design has not been launched to the public,” Anton read the article below it quickly.

“Kok can be used him?” Indra astonishment.

“That means, bia so he has something to do with the manufacturer of the bag, but it seems impossible_impossible_ if the employee uses a design that has not been launched,” Bramasta still observes the picture on the wall while his index finger touches his nostrils, “Possible he is the owner_owner_ of the _merk_ brand. Check who the owner is, Ton.”

Anton is typing on his keyboard.

“That's it.. same yes with CCTV ones huh?” Indra looked at the smiling photo while sitting sideways.

“Arini Kusumaningtyas, 32 years old. Wow.. she's a Kusuma too, Bro.” Anton smiled widely while raising both eyebrows on Indra, “Cantik ya.”

“Gue also said what..maybe he's your soul mate.” Bramasta.

“What the heck are you guys,” Indra points to a wall filled with articles about the woman, “Bini people.”

“Yaaaaa this is the title withered before expanding,” this time Anton exclaimed in disappointment.

“See all that article almost 2 years ago..” Bramasta pointed to the date of publishing the article, “Who knows right? Who knows..”

“Lu prayer’in I can widow?” Indra.

“Janda or girl, same. The important thing is that he wants to be guided by you, Ndra. The important thing is that you both live a life together later,” Bramasta looked seriously, “Also Allah promises a great reward for men who marry widows.”

“Keep, why did you marry the girl?”

“Stupid we don't know, Ndra. Even if at that time Disti was not a girl, I would still marry her. It's a matter of the heart.”

“Indeed Om and Aunt Al will ngijinin lu mikahin dowager?”

“Gue will fight dong, rest assured my family if my choice is correct.”

“Continue the requested video Bang Leon how? Want to see it now or later?” ask Anton.

“Let's go when we meet. It’s time to work now. Come on, let’s go!_Now it is time to work. Yuk!_" Indra stood waiting for Bramasta in front of the door, “Ton, thanks a lot yes.”

Anton nodded while giving his two thumbs up.

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Bang Indra is relieved. Surprised, the girl's name was her Kusuma as well. Don't-don't.. ??😁🤓

If there are still those who are confused what the totebag is like, this is a picture for example yes..