Not Struggled (R4)
°BDJ 87 : TRUST
BDJ 87: TRUST
“So this is Radityan's main residence?”
The man who had just rolled down the white R-type civic car glass parked not far from a towering gate said. The gate in front is guarded by two sturdy men who use a ragan outfit in the form of short-sleeved batik clothes combined with black cloth pants. The appearance of the two gatekeepers was indeed different from most other guards, but anyone could guess if they were not random people if they had been hired by the Radityan family.
“Radityan main residence is further away from the main gate, Mr.”
“So still go inside?”
“Truely, Mr.” The man in a formal suit behind the driver's seat replied as he stared at the Radityan gate. “Then what next step sir?”
“Send gifts on the one that has been prepared through shipping services.”
Louis, who had just opened his voice, closed the car's glass door again and set his eyes straight ahead. “Run the car, Jack.”
“Good, Mr.” Jack answered without arguing. Although he actually wanted to ask why his master was not brought there? Though they had more than 20 minutes to stop in front of the gate of the Radityan residence. Usually the master if he wants to come somewhere, he will never hesitate or hesitate to enter. Want whatever that place is.
Perhaps, it seems that the place where the Radityans gathered is an exception. However, they seem to go to the opponent's cage without careful preparation. Instead of going out, they could be the moons in there. Although rumors circulated that the Radityan family was always welcome to guests visiting their home, it seemed the exception applied to Louis. The sons of men and women who once made a generation of Radityan vacillated.
While without Louis and Jack know, realized from the beginning they came using a white R type civic car, there was already someone watching. Far from high, more precisely from behind one of the room windows in the residence Radityan.
“Kukira lakik, it turns sissy!”
The man who was standing watching through the window was screeching. He then re-inserted a long-barreled rifle that had been on standby at the window. Ready to target targets that have been locked from arrival to return.
Since getting information about the arrival of Louis to his country, he as one of the young Radityan always up to date about the movements of the son of the former Mafia chairman. As a result, when Louis was suddenly caught by the surveillance camera, Davian Radityan immediately picked up one of the long-barreled collections certified. In addition to Van’ar, Davin, and Arion who have the legality of using firearms (especially Van’ar), Davian also pocketed permission from the organization where he lived in the United States. However, there are still some things that he must obey, one of which must not be mistaken to use a long-barreled weapon for personal interests that harm the general public .
Currently he was only preparing a long-barreled weapon whose ammunition had been replaced with a high enough dose of dope. Willi-wanti if suddenly Louis does something that is out of bounds.
A rifle with a stock of folding handles that is available as an option for short or long is a genuine weapon made in his country. The rifle commonly used by soldiers is equipped with a silencer, a system intended for telescopic vision, capable of reaching targets within a distance of more than 2 km, even the released bullets were able to penetrate even armored vehicles.
“Where, target locked? Or want to go?”
Davian turned his head, finding the etiquette of one other living being who came to inhabit the same room with him.
“Go. Sissy base.”
The man who was standing— looked around the collection of triple D photos more precisely, giving a small smile in response. “Keep your next plan what?”
“Fly to Bandung.”
“Continuity.”
Davian frowned at the words of his interlocutor. “Means you also want to go back to Bandung?”
“Yoy. Want to take care of you guys?”
“Nebeng?” reset Davian. “Again. I want to take the fastest flight to Bandung, because the Radityan family plane again in use.”
“If nebeng same me, you do not have to bother looking for the fastest flight ticket to Bandung.”
“I mean sia? aing teu mean, I swear (you mean? I don't understand, I swear)!”
Davian's opponent chuckled softly as he moved his chin to the window that led directly to the view of the helipad facility in Radityan's residence.
“Gue bring iron bird, not iron horse. Sia poho (lo forgot)?”
Davian stared in the same direction, then patted the eel with a very clear expression if he just remembered something. “He’eh, bro. Aing poho (gue forgot).”
Forgot if the Algean had brought an iron bird, not an iron horse.
“Basic lengotan sia mah (callation for people who like to forget in Sundanese).”
Davian chuckled as he fixed the long-barreled rifle he had prepared. “Ya already, lah. Meningan now lo panasin machine, we cus to Bandung ten minutes more.”
Gean who today is transformed into a soft boy, assented through a short head movement. Being at Radityan's residence all day, he reduced the level of ‘selengehan’ which has become blood-meat in his body. Therefore, on this occasion and Davian can be said ‘more’ familiar than before.
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The woman who got the question smiled as she nodded. “Enak, Mas.”
“Alhamdulillah if you like,” said the husband. He had difficulty finding food options to fill his stomach and his wife. He was afraid that what he chose was not in accordance with the taste of his wife, considering that his wife had long settled abroad. However, it turns out that the food that Nathan chose matches the tongue of the wife.
More or less just stepping on twelve days they officially become husband and wife, there are still many things they need to learn. Twelve days, which is equal to the age of the male mosquito, live for 10 days, while the female mosquito lives longer, which can live up to 56 days. Or more correctly analogous to the age of male ants, which is 2 weeks.
After returning from some popular tourist attractions and very recommendations to visit, the two of them began to rumble back to the inn for dzuhur prayer and lunch. Nathan happened to have bought tutug oncom rice for their lunch, complete with ice degan aka young coconut ice.
Oncom tutug rice itself is a special food made from ingredients in the form of rice, oncom, basil leaves, shallots, garlic, pecans or kencur, terasi, red chili, red pepper, and the salt is a special food of Tasikmalaya that is familiar to the ears, especially the Sundanese people.
Oncom tutug rice prepared with complementary side dishes in the form of fried chicken together, fried tofu, fried tempeh, leunca karedok, fried water lettuce, sambal terasi, fried, crackers and defaults are ready to fill the stomach of the newlywed couple who is in the middle of the rumble.
“I thought you wouldn't like.”
“I used to eat Indonesian food, Mas. So I like the authentic food menu like this,” clarifies the wife. It makes the captain feel happy.
“Then let's spend. After eating rest first, later in the afternoon continue the streets.”
Alea nodded with pleasure. Today looks happy and loose. Visiting various tourist attractions in Lembang turned out to really improve the mood of hijab-wearing women who’I. Nathan was actually happy too, but deep down, he felt that someone was still nodding. The bully was none other than the arrival of Louis and of course the arrival ….Nicholes.
“Zaujati (my wife).”
Feeling called, the woman who was washing her hands after cleaning up the rest of the mess they were doing turned her head. Staring at the husband who was cleaning the table using a dry tissue.
“Someone you want to say?” asked Alea, getting too sensitive. “It looks like so.”
Nathan cleared his throat lightly while throwing the used dry tissue into place until. “Sini, Zaujati (my wife). Sit down first.”
Alea nodded. He then dried his hands using a clean dry cloth available, only to come to the husband who was sitting on the floor, near the foot of the bed.
“What's up, Mas?”
Instead of answering, Nathan chose to bring his wife closer, then hugged her. Resting his chin on the wife's small shoulder.
“Mas why?” asked Alea, astonished. Suddenly her husband was so spoiled. Could there be shrimp behind the rock?
“You ...believe ‘kan me?”
“Kok suddenly it's so, Mas?” aela's confusion grew.
“I just wanted to ask, Zaujati (my wife). Believe it or not the same me?”
Alea exhaled slowly while stroking the husband's black mane plan. “Since 1400 years ago, Ali bin Abi Thalib has reminded, that the most painful in life is too hope in humans.”
“….”
“That doesn't mean I don't trust you, Mas. I believe in you, but within reasonable limits.” Alea continued. “Now why did you suddenly ask that? Is not the answer clear? I received a sermon and marriage invitation from Mas Nathan, it means I believe and have great hope to live happily with the man who became my current priest.”
Nathan did not respond with words. However, there was a feeling of relief that whipped. He then moved the face away from the wife's shoulder, then looked at her with a deep look and a flush of meaning.
“Then please take care of that trust, even if there will be one, two, or even dozens of women popping up from my past.”
“….”
“Believe that all this time my heart was only on you. No one had managed to knock, let alone get into it. It's just that, sometimes comes someone from the past who claims themselves had managed to knock it.”
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Response 02-010-11