RICH PRANAJA HEIR TO TIRTANALA
EPS 136 WATER GUAVA TREE
EPS 136 WATER GUAVA TREE
Drrr…
His phone vibrated back. Pranaja woke up from his sleep, looking around. His truck was still cruising smoothly on a fairly deserted mountain road. Then he grabbed the phone on top of the dashboard. There's a message from Crop.
“In sector four Karangreja, there are vehicle bodyguards. His name is Rasmo, intel Kostrad TNI.”
“OK.”
Pranaja put down his phone, then took it back in his wheel. Slow down his vehicle when entering the border of Pemalang-Purbalingga district. View the location of sector four of Karangreja from an electronic map directly connected to the M16 satellite. About five miles from where it is now. After passing the uphill road then down there is SPBU on the right and a high school on the left of the road.
“Hm, it seems that I should stop here, his inner” in a quiet corner.
He saw someone with a red ribbon on his hand.
“Crop?”
“476503.”
The man smiled, then nimbly jumped up and sat down beside Pranaja. Throw his cigarette butts out the window after seeing there is a ‘No Smoking’ sign on the upper hood. Staring at the astonished face of Pranaja who was covered in a black mask. From his gaze it was clear that he doubted the ability of the gibboned Pranaja.
“Are you British intelligence?”
Pranaja nodded politely.
“Kok, rich Indonesian?”
Pranaja nodded again. Rasmo grunted violently.
“Beard-beard rich goats. In tanya mbok answer, you have a mouth right?”
Pranaja still nodded, then opened his mask and smiled.
“My name is Pranaja sir.”
“I Rasmo. Kok is still a kid already intel in England. Great you!”
Pranaja is amused himself. Usually the intel does not like to talk, but the intel on this one is even chatty like a mother's rempong. His clothes were chaotic and buluk, like he had not bathed for months. Is intel in Indonesia that rich appearance?
“I also intel,” Rasmo said later. “You're intel in the UK, what's your salary?”
“One hundred thousand pack.”
The man laughed.
“Kok want you paid that much? Money a hundred thousand rupiah a day also runs out.”
Replace the laughing Pranaja.
“Not rupiah sir, one hundred thousand pounds.”
“What? A pound? Oh yeah, you mean poudsterling? That's the English currency, right?”
Pranaja.
“So how much is that?”
“About two billion less.”
Like hearing lightning in broad daylight, Rasmo's body immediately jumped.
‘Duk!
His head hit the iron handle in front of him.
“Adduh!” his yell.
For a moment he stroked his bruised eel. A moment later looked at Pranaja back with a look of amazement.
“Mak..you mean two billion rupiah?”
“Wah, that's the same as my lifetime salary collected one month.”
Rasmo shook his head. But then laughs wide.
“Indeed the windfall of people is different yes, even though the work is the same. You're a truck driver and I'm your bodyguard. Hehehe..”.
Then he fell silent, playing with his thoughts. Without feeling they have entered the entrance to the Megapolitan area. The project path was wide and strong, breaking through the enormity of the extremely desolate forest. It seems that this area is an uninhabited area of native forest. Only a few project cars passed by and had passed by him.
Half an hour later a different scene began to be seen. After passing through a small hill that has been destroyed, began to look stretched development in this area. It looks like some of the buildings are already half-finished. There are also skyscrapers that seem to be the center of business and digital financial transactions.
“Megapolitan is a residential area equipped with all facilities in the city center. Later will be built schools, universities, hospitals, offices, shopping centers to access toll roads,” said Rasmo like being able to read Pranaja's mind.
“Like Mandiri city means?”
“Betul. Well the hills in front of you will be left to become a tourist forest and green open space. The plan is that all plants from all over the world will be brought and planted there. Also all species of animals in the world will be brought in by creating the ecosystem first.”
Pranaja shook his head. It was a prestigious and ambitious project of a great tycoon like Subrata. It takes a tremendous business intuition to build a dwelling like this. And it proves the strength of capital and the toughness of Subrata in developing his business instincts.
“Slow your vehicle Pranaja. In a moment we will pass through the first gate for protocol check. Prepare all your documents and identity.”
Pranaja nodded his head. In front of him there is a large building standing on an entrance to the Megapolian area. Apparently the entrance to Megapolitan uses a one gate system or a one door system. There is no other road access, except for one road that has been equipped with CCTV, as well as a team of security forces who will closely inspect every vehicle that enters.
At the entrance to Megapolitan, Pranaja stopped his vehicle. A security force checked his vehicle. From the top, bottom, right side and left side using metal detector tools. One security officer checked Pranaja's letter and stared intently at his face.
“Who is he?” he told Rasmo.
Apparently he was known there.
“Ehm... new driver, old replacement,”sahut Rasmo while laughing familiar snobs.
The heavily armed security guard laughed. Then turned his body towards the commander.
“Man ndan!” his yell.
“OK! Log in and unload tomorrow morning!” said the commander.
Pranaja nodded his head, then drove his vehicle back. Passing through a row of luxury homes that are circular along the boulevard, then stop at a large enough field. There are a lot of trucks parked there.
“You wait here, I will go down and report to the office,” Rasmo said.
The army intel stepped swiftly towards the Megapolitan City service office building. Long enough Pranaja waiting, then seen two sturdy and fully armed men came to him. Without asking permission first they went straight to the truck and checked Pranaja's luggage.
“OK. Already corresponding travel documents. This is the best natural stone according to company orders,” one of the people told his friend.
His friend nodded. Then came to Pranaja who was still sitting behind the wheel with a friendly smile.
“Hai Pranaja! You see that green building across the field?”
Pranaja nodded his head. How does that guy know my name? It must have been Rasmo.
“It is our home base. The drivers who will unpack the goods tomorrow morning, can rest there,” he said again.
“Good sir. Thanks though. But I want to rest in the car only.”
“OK. But if you need to eat and drink, just go there?”
“Eh, Mr Rasmo where?”
“Home home. His job is just to escort your vehicle to arrive safely here.”
After that they left Pranaja. The young man immediately spread his gaze. Far behind it is a row of hills that snaking like a fortress Megapolitan region to the south. While in front of him lay empty land as far as the eye could see. There were no trees, all were level with the ground, even the grass was gone.
“That's an empty land that has not been touched. Incredible, all already flat with the ground,” his inner.
It looks like dust is billowing in the wind in the middle of the empty land. Pranaja sharpened his gaze. It seems he found something strange. There was one tree that looked towering standing firmly in the middle of the empty land.
“Hah? Is that a water guava tree?” his inner.