RICH PRANAJA HEIR TO TIRTANALA
EPS 125 IS IT YOU?

EPS 125 IS IT YOU?

That large, cold space held a deep rigidity. Pranaja's body felt frozen under the eyes of the most formidable woman in the world, the boss of the Secret Intelligent Service (SIS) or the British Secret Service or also known as M16. The gathering place of the world's best agents. No one knows what his real name is, but he prefers to be called M.

Pranaja reached out his hand, receiving a pile of files on the profile of Blade Muller, from Curriculum vitai, his career to his last whereabouts based on scanning satellite imagery. Men who are hard-formed, rough, strong, dare to make decisions and are willing to do everything possible to achieve goals. Including devious ways and betrayal. No probem, it's not a problem for him, it's important the wages are worth it.

“It was a list of his people Blade entered into Indonesia two months ago. Colonel Blade Muller is a former member of the SAS. The last position is the commander of the three-force elite joint force. He's an air, land and sea war strategist.“

Pranaja read carefully the documents given by M.

“Blade decided to retire early from business because it was tempted by the financial benefits of being a mercenary. With his expertise, Blade could even build his own mercenary business that is used by almost all countries in the world,” M said. “In particular countries that are being hit by a split conflict.”

Pranaja listened carefully.

“But in immigration records, he entered Indonesia legally because there was a job contract with Subrata’s Holding Company, the world's largest property company owned by a tycoon from Indonesia, Subrata,”.

M. nodded his head.

“Ya, a conglomerate that entered the ten richest people in the world by Forbes magazine,” said M. “Try you check the contract letter, it says the contract expired a month ago. They should have returned to their respective countries, but in the Indonesian Immigration office there is no data. After completing the contract, they disappeared. Allegedly Immigration, she is still in the jurisdiction of Indonesia.”

Pranaja nodded, inwardly admiring Blade's shrewdness.

“What is the reaction of central government M?”

“Since indicated to be in the range of drug trafficking, the Government of the United Kingdom has designated him as a fugitive State and must be arrested.”

“That's why M16 sent agent 004 to investigate its whereabouts?”

“Yes, the Secretary of Defense has sent a warrant for us to handle the case. And we've sent a team to search for Blade's whereabouts and his men.”

“How about the security side of Indonesia.”

“We have coordinated with the Indonesian Police Headquarters,” explained M, “They have formed a Special Team coordinated by Colonel Samson Hutapea, commander of Special Detachment Against Drugs.”

Pranaja nodded his head. But his eyes were so focused on every data he read from the file in his hand. According to the results of an interim investigation, Blade entered into a new Cartel bodyguard named Club Dark-O led by Ivan Draco. They circulated a new type of drug in the form of a gel, Exqua Y-Blue.

Pranaja then showed the facsimile paper which turned out to contain photos of club DARK-O and its owner Ivan Draco to M. The woman saw it at a glance.

“In the record mention drug cartel Club Dark-O. The club was founded a month ago. This is the location and this is a photo of the owner. Do you know him?” ask Pranaja

M shook his head.

“To my knowledge he is not a player in the drug business, he is a professional worker who was contracted by Pramono, Subrata confidant to clean the forest, and new land preparation for the property business. Somehow he then jumped into the drug business, even became a major player.”

Pranaja looked at the photo carefully.

“If you see the look on his face like an Eastern European.”

M nodded his head.

“Yes. He's from Czechoslovakia. His name is Ivan Draco. According to immigration authorities, he entered Indonesia about two months ago. A professional in the field of forest clearing. Mastering karateka black ban martial arts, mastering four languages, and adept at using all kinds of weapons. He is also a war strategist.”

“Possibility by landline Papua New Guinea.”

Pranaja looked at M's face deeply. So many questions raged in his mind, but he felt it was not yet time to ask them now.

“Good M. I will learn more about this document,” he said as he walked away.

But at the exit, he turned again.

“There's more I should ask M.”

M just looked at him, waiting for his words.

“Why does a large property company like Subrata have to hire foreign mercenaries to secure its assets, Whereas Indonesia is not a country of conflict, and the security of business there is very guaranteed?”

“Yes, that's another thing you should investigate,” M.

Pranaja nodded his head back. Hm, he smelled something bigger than that conglomerate project.

***

That afternoon the atmosphere at Soekarno Hatta airport was very busy. Large aircraft alternated landing and take off from home and abroad. Soekarno Hatta Airport is the largest and busiest airport in Indonesia. How not, its location near the capital of the country makes this airport always crowded with visitors.

Pranaja found himself lonely in a corner of the waiting room or known as the Airport Lounge. The room is designed very comfortably and equipped with a number of supporting facilities such as free WiFi and various foods in the buffet system or all you can eat.

The people who passed in front of him. Like a moving machine with an irregular groove, they busied themselves without words. There is no reprimanding and spreading smiles, like the hospitality of Indonesians when they meet each other on the streets. Who did not go back and forth just sit still while playing his fingers on the board of his cellphone.

Pranaja deliberately did not tell anyone about his return. He wanted to surprise mom and dad at home.

“Dad and mom must have been surprised the moment I saw my face in front of the door, her inner”.

His lips smiled to themselves. Attract the attention of a girl who was busy looking for a seat in the waiting room. It seems that the girl knew Pranaja.

“Hai!” greet the girl while smiling kindly.

Pranaja immediately looked up, then looked at the girl's face from behind his black glasses. Then smile back, presenting the charm of his cute face.

“Hai!” his reply.

Pranaja stared back at the girl's face. Samar he was like he had met this girl.

“Do you know me?” ask Pranaja.

The girl smiled. She took off her black glasses, then sat down in front of the young man.

Owh, slowly he found the girl's face in his brain memory archive.And Pranaja immediately jolted in shock. His smile flourished, and his face showed excitement.

He watched the beautiful girl's body from head to toe. Wearing shorts, T-shirts and vest from tiger skin and crocodile leather shoes. Her hair is shoulder-length in braid two, there's her bangs too. His body was not tall but also not short. And her beautiful face was as beautiful as a knot.eh not as a diamond, her inner being.

“Ana? Is it you? Ana Pramono?”

Haha..

And they laughed together in space and time that they never expected.