Revenge By Law's
ARTICLE 45

A few weeks earlier

Rutan Sukadamai hall is performing worship. Abi who followed the worship, sat next to someone big and full of tattoos. His sinister face was enough to sow terror just by looking at it. Everyone called him Boss Dirga. And they were both engaged in a serious conversation.

“Alright, just tell me who you want to know the information about.”

“Mischa Radjasa,” says Abi steady.

Boss Dirga thought for a moment. His brain was trying to remember that name. Sounds familiar, but doesn't seem close enough to her.

“Ah, the artist. Isn't he the one you killed? Ah, sorry. I don't know him at all. Looks like you're wrong to ask.”

“Not, not that dead Mischa Radjasa,” Abi said. “But ‘Mischa Radjasa’ I've met before. Who told me to deliver a package containing methamphetamine and made me have to languish in this place.”

Boss Dirga raised his eyebrows. He was as confused as some of his followers who listened.

“What do you mean? I don't understand.”

“I want to know information about a man with a height of about 180 cm, thin, white skin color and narrow eyes. Like Mischa,” explained Abi, yet they were still confused. “The difference, his left eye is blue. Whether it's real or contact lenses. Then, his body was slightly bent and had a burn scar on his palm. His right leg is also a little longer.”

“Wait, before you expect much from me, I wonder why you think I must know him?”

“VIP Coin,” replied Abi briefly, but immediately understood by the boss of the casino. The coins were only owned by special people in his casino. “He took out the coin when he wanted to give money delivery.”

Boss Dirga and his men were whispering discussing something. Their whispers are too noisy to interfere with the ongoing worship. Despite being subtly rebuked by the preacher who was preaching, they did not care.

A guard realized that Abi was near Dirga's boss. In accordance with the order of the rutan chief, they should not be close to each other. However, just as he was about to get closer to have Abi move seats, Dirga's boss' men immediately stood up to block his steps. The warden also retreated.

“Is there any other features?” ask boss Dirga.

“Although less clear, I heard he had trouble pronouncing the letter l. He always replaced it with a r pronunciation. Looks like he's of Japanese descent.”

Boss Dirga and his men compact call the letter o with a fairly long pronunciation. They again made a fuss and this time the pastor could do nothing but continue his sermon.

“Benjiro Michael!” Boss Dirga and his men compactly mentioned the name. “Is he really disguised as Mischa?”

Abi stroked his chin after hearing the name. Sounds familiar, but vague. He did not know the name so clearly.

“That's. Who is he?”

“One of the VIP customers in my casino. He is one of the city's largest drug suppliers, competing with Silver Circle. The difference is, it's just a dealer, not a manufacturer like Silver Circle. The network is also not extensive, but mostly important people such as officials or artists. And as I heard, since last year he was entrusted to be the intermediary of Mr. Jireh with the board members.”

The face of boss Dirga and his men turned frantic to paled after consciously having uttered a name that should not be mentioned. Abi who had never heard of it became suspicious looking at their expressions.

“Who is Mr Jireh?” ask Abi.

Boss Dirga did not immediately reply. Just this time Abi saw a face that usually showed a sinister expression that looked this scared. He felt that he had found something extraordinary, but was still covered in a thick veil.

“Sorry, he is the only person I don't want to talk to anyone.”

                  *

Already sore neck Rama who had been moving more intense than usual. Not only because it follows the tempo of the music, from earlier his head turned to look for someone. Then his eyes stopped looking and began to blend in with the atmosphere of the dance floor. He began to move his whole body to the rhythm of the song.

Focus, Rama! Focus up! This is an important task! You must find the man who betrayed bang Abi!

Rama slaps his cheek to restore his lost consciousness, then returns to search.

Rama's attention was focused on a woman who danced with his frenzy. It turned out that not only him, but almost everyone who was on the dance floor looked at him in awe. The woman moved with great agility and energy. Rama wanted to know the woman. With confidence, he came and approached.

However, he was surprised when he finally looked at the woman. And the aanita was also surprised to see him.

“Shasha! What are you doing here?”

Apparently that woman is his girlfriend.

“I make an agreement with my customer here. But he hasn't come yet,” he replied casually. “Then, what are you doing here yourself? Tease another girl, huh?”

“Ti, no. Rama only-”

Rama's words came to a halt when he saw a tall man enter the club. He wore a long jacket and black sunglasses. His body was slightly bent and his hands were always in the pocket of the jacket. He walked down the stairs. Towards the 2nd floor.

“You know him?” shasha asked because she saw her boyfriend taking the man seriously.

“No, but he is my goal here tonight,” replied Rama.

“It must be related to your cool brother's case, right?” guess Shasha who confirmed with a small nod of Rama.

“Rama wants to approach it. Someone wants Rama to investigate from him,” Rama said before stepping his feet to follow the man.

Shasha shook her head and held Rama's clothes so that she could not walk anymore.

“You can't go there. He is a VIP and they usually go to a special room on the 3rd floor that can not be entered by careless people.”

“But Rama should -”

“That man is Benjiro, one of the best meth dealers in the city. That said, he has relationships with many officials and artists. He's like holding their ‘key’. O yes, he always sits at the very end, away from the rays of lights and electronic objects. People say he's electrophobic. Most likely due to trauma due to ever electrocuted. On his right hand was a burn scar. Could be it was his stun wound.”

Rama gawked for a moment and smiled happily until he pinched both cheeks of his lover because of anxiety. “Rama's girlfriend is great. How do you know him?”

“He is a customer I'm waiting for.”

Rama is back. Sukmanya would leave her body now. Shasha waved her hand right in front of her face.

“Why? You're like a man in a trance.”

Rama looked at Shasha with teary eyes. Slowly his hands lifted and held both of his lover's shoulders. Then he began to speak in a voice heavier than usual.

“It looks like we were indeed betrothed by the sky god.”

Shasha raised her eyebrows out of astonishment. “Not in your religion there is no sky god?”