RICH PRANAJA HEIR TO TIRTANALA
EPS 142 R 4 J A
EPS 142 R 4 J A
Drrr.tts.drrtt!
The two phones Dandung and Pranaja were vibrating at the same time. For a moment the two looked at each other. Then take each other's cell phones. On the phone screen Dandung emblazoned with the face of a beautiful police officer, Iptu Frida. While on the screen Pranaja phone depicted the face of M, the M16 boss. The two immediately took a distance away, afraid that their conversation might be heard everywhere.
“Goodnight Ndan! Iptu Frida is here!” there was a girl voice across there.
“Goodnight Free! Call Mas only, it's just the two of us,” whispered.
“If only the two of you whisper?”
“Ehm..makudku there are others here, but quite far anyway. He is also receiving a phone call.”
Frida grunts.
“What girl is a guy?” his tone was a little suspicious.
“Cowok. He's my friend's sister, AKP Ben Wise Asshiddik, now Kastserse Polres Purbalingga.”
“Owh, kirain..” Frida's voice restrained.
“What if girls. Jealousy?”
There's no answer. Only Frida's breath sounded agitated.
“No mas, I never had the right to be jealous of you. I'm grateful to love you.”
Dandung smiled bitterly. Frida's love for herself is so sincere. Not expecting any reply. Even when she found out she was with another woman, she showed no jealousy at all, let alone anger. Maybe Dandung's face is too handsome to be the target of the anger of the beautiful Polwan who controls the Black Ban Karateka.
“OK Free. What do you want to report?”
“Siap Ndan! I'd like to report on the Megapolitan City's search license getting off Mabes. Please confirm Ndan!”
Dandung and Frida are back to being professional. Dandung nodded his head. His face looks happy.
“OK. Tomorrow morning I await your arrival with Bripda Edhik to the Megapolitan region. I'll wait for you guys in the region around Brexit, or Brebes Exit.”
“Siap Ndan! Bripda Edhik is preparing everything.”
After that it was silent. The commander and his men who were involved in the forbidden love were silent without a word. Dissolved in each other's minds.
“Free...” Call Dandung Shrivell.
“Iya mas,” hiss Frida.
Dandung took a long breath.
“Heh..I'm sorry ya?”
Frida smile.
“Because you haven't been able to love me with all your heart? You've said that ten times. And I'm fine.”
Dandung laughed a little embarrassed.
“Ya, already. Uh, where are you?”
“Biasalah, in your apartment?”
“Hah? Why?”
“Clean-clean mas. You don't realize your apartment's like a broken ship. Messy once.”
“Waduh, is it suitable to be a housewife?”
“It's been a while, you better be bobo. Break for tomorrow.”
Dandung smiled again.
“Good. I will obey your words, princess.”
“Hahaha... The base of the dreadlocks! Already there sleep, bye!”
“Bye!” sahut Dandung then helped turn off his phone.
After reinserting the flat object into his pocket, his gaze immediately turned around, searching for the whereabouts of Pranaja. And his face gasped, for he found no young man anywhere. He obviously got the call not far from him. Why did the boy suddenly disappear? His inner. Does he have a science of climate?
“Eh Bocil! Where's you?” his yell.
There's no answer. Dandung called out to him many times but still Pranaja was not known where the limb was. Huh! You're a songong! Wonderful, how biased Iben has such a wayward sister. Wandering in the forest of the mallem, peeking at her lover who was together, then disappeared away without saying goodbye.
What a moral child! His grunts.
***
FIFTEEN MINUTES BEFORE…
Pranaja who got the phone at the same time, immediately moved away from Dandung who was also picking up the phone.
“Halo M? What task?”
“Tonight you picked up agent 004 Lucra Venzi who came from Jakarta. The pickup location is the Rest Area in the Brexit region, or Brebes Exit. Your contact will meet at the location of the restaurant open,” said M.
“Good M. I'll do my job.”
M closed the phone screen. He rarely spoke. Just as necessary.
“Tirtanala Power!” hissing Pranaja while glancing at Dandung.
He said after a little stretch. His body still felt ill at some point due to the electrocution conducted by AKP Dandung, police officer of Special Capital Region Resort Jakarta. He channeled Trtanala's soothing power as well as healing.
Slowly the cold penetrated into his pores. Penetrating the depths of his bone marrow, giving it soothing strength as well as healing. Gives a comfortable feeling in the body. Slowly the pain began to go away and then vanished without a trace.
“Uh, it feels so good, my body feels fresh.” he said himself.
Then he looked towards Dandung who was busy calling with his friend. After waiting for a few minutes, Pranaja finally decided to leave because Dandung did not pay attention to him.
“Wuss!”
His body moved as fast as the wind! Leaving Dandung who was drowning in conversation with his secret room. So when Dandung looked at him, the police officer gasped in surprise. He didn't find it anywhere.
“Eh Bocil! Where's you?” his yell.
Pranaja was lost like swallowed by the earth. He dashed back to the coordinates point of the fifty Megapolitan City, where he parked his truck. After arriving, he immediately gasped towards the Rest Area by the roadside. According to M's orders, he immediately picked up the presence of 004 agent Lucra Venzi.
***
Agent 004 Lucra Venzi walks into the rest area on a leisurely basis. His hand waved to one of the drink courts ordering a glass of warm capucino coffee. A handsome waitress brought him a drink, nodding her head politely. Lucra accepted it, took his glass and removed the piece of paper that was stuck under the glass. Lucra glanced at him.
R4 J A's
The girl, who was feeling happy, walked towards the row of parked cars in the rest area. In front of a big, ten-wheeled trontoon truck, Lucra stopped. He saw his license plate number R 4 JA. His lips smiled faintly, then he opened the front door, and climbed into it.
In front of him a tall, strapping young man sitting behind the wheel greeted him.
“Pranja?” guess Lucra.
The young man nodded his head. The circumstances around it were a little dark so Lucra could not help but affirm his face. But he has been told by the British consulate he will be accompanied by another M16 secret agent. And he was sure the man sitting next to him was Pranaja.
“Oke, where are we going now?”
“Live to Megapolitan yes?”
“OK!”
After making small talk, Pranaja drove his car quietly south. The dark and cold mountain road he passed through, pierced through the desolate and high-risk Teak forest. In this quiet nature, many begal and vehicle-grabbers in the middle of the Teak forest. Moreover, large vehicles carrying goods like the ones they were riding on right now.
His guess was right, on a deserted street, suddenly several motorcycles came out from inside the Randudongkal pedestal, following their vehicles. Pranaja stay calm. Four motors loudly followed them. Arriving at the top of Siregol hill, Pranaja suddenly turned his truck into a flat land that is not too wide.
As expected, the four motorcycles appeared to stop by the side of the road. Pranaja came down and walked over to them. They also went down and moved to surround Pranaja. The young man did not waste time. In one breath, his hands and feet moved almost simultaneously beating the thugs.
Brak!
Their bodies floated in the air. Pranaja immediately caught it, then stacked it into one. Along with his motorcycle, stacked all over. Sadistic!