RICH PRANAJA HEIR TO TIRTANALA
EPS 145 SUSPICION BLADE
EPS 145 SUSPICION BLADE
All the movements of Blade continue to be watched by Pranaja. His tall body was so swift to step. It seems that Blade is so professional and well trained. His eyes were so keen on observing the surroundings. Looking at the fiery red sports car parked inside the fleeting darkness, then seeing the presence of security forces in every corner of the courtyard. Including some snipers on the roof of this three-story building.
When he saw Blade look curious about the existence of a female bule in the Megapolitan office, the cute young man smiled thinly. He secretly admires the sharp instincts of a Blade Muller, a three-man special forces instructor in the British royal military. He must have been suspecting Lucra at midnight like this. His instincts are indeed trained to be suspicious of circumstances that look too comfortable and calm.
“It deserves him to be the combat officer who gets the most medals of honor, his inner”.
Blade Muller is one of the best soldiers in Britain. He received many medals of honor from both the British government and other countries. He even received a star of honor from the Queen of England. For that he is entitled to use the title of nobility “Sir” in front of his name.
But the title is threatened to be revoked if he is proven to be involved in crimes in other countries.
For a while Pranaja was silent waiting for Blade's next reaction.. But Blade appears to ignore Lucra, and continues his steps back.
“You saw it Pranaja?” whispered Lucra through her telecommunications line.
“Sure Lucra. Apparently he suspects your existence.” replied Pranaja.
Lucra laughed.
“Good. We'll see how slippery he is facing us.”
Pranaja only smiled faintly, without responding to Lucra's words. Then he closed his eyes. Every day sitting in the car makes his body feel stiff and tired. He only went out a few times to carry out his obligations, after which he returned to the car, carrying out his espionage duties. After Blade's arrival he could rest for a while. Not how long he slept well.
While in the Blade and Darsono basecamp still talking long. But the gaze of Blade's eyes can not be separated from the existence of a red sports car lit under the big tree. The direction is exactly facing the Helipad, a strategic place to observe everyone who comes and goes freely.
“Whose car is parked under a tree and exposes its direction to the helipad?”
“Oh, that's Laura's car?”
“Who is the person sitting behind him?”
“Of course the driver.”
Blade nodded his head. While Darsono looked at him in wonder.
“Someone who caught your eye Blade?”
Blade was stammered.
“What? Oh, there's nothing bro. I just thought, a woman like Laura must be aggressive and the driver must be a young man.”
Darsono.
“You know Blade. The driver is still young. His name is Rich Pranaja, he used to be a truck driver. I offered it to Laura, and she agreed.”
Blade chuckles. Hearing Darsono's explanation, his sense of curiosity was slightly lost. If it's just a truck driver, there's nothing to worry about.
“OK brother. I think you should rest now,” Darsono suggested. “It looks like you've just gone through such heavy days.”
Blade smiled bitterly. After the Dark-O Club is destroyed, and he is chased by government officials and the De Bonchoz drug cartel, Megapolitan is the safest place for him to take refuge. But he still had to be wary of the notorious British secret agents, especially the M16 agents who were very reluctant. It's not that hard for them to break in here.
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By dawn, the red sports car was just out of the Megapolitan area. Pranaja escorted Lucra back to his small villa in Karangkal Regency. Her beautiful face looks bright even though she hasn't slept all night.
“You all day sitting in the car, not eating and drinking. You're not hungry Pranaja?” ask Lucra.
Pranaja smile.
Lucra scrunched her forehead.
“Fasting? What is it?”
“Fasting is refraining from eating and drinking, and not doing spousal relations from dawn until sunset or Maghrib.”
Lucra looked at Pranaja not understanding. No eating, no drinking and no playing sex? Ow, that's a very heavy thing for him. The beautiful agent just looked at Pranaja with awe. The young man was indeed still innocent, it was fitting that he was strong to do so.
“And what I do today is called Arafah fasting, because it is related to the wukuf activities of the pilgrims in the field of Arafah,” continued Pranaja.
Out of the Megapolitan area began to sound a disdainful voice. The voice that reverberated within the recesses of the heart, was so soothing and reassuring. After delivering Lucra to his village Pranaja parked his car on a hill. Then the young man pulled out his cell phone. The first to be contacted was his father.
“Assalaamu’alaikum Father.”
“Wa’alaikum greetings. Again where's dad's handsome son?”
“On Megapolitan dad. Sorry Pranaja could not celebrate Eid al-Adha with dad.”
“Not what Pranaja. Your mother and I know your work. The important thing is that you are healthy, father and mother are happy.”
“Thank you Dad, always wish me the best. Mom where is Yah?”
“Your mother is asleep. He just came home from the mosque for a takbiran earlier.”
Pranaja nodded his head. His heart was slightly moved remembering the childhood moments. He always held a takbir at the mosque with friends and in the morning went to Id prayers with his father and mother in the field near his home.
“Then, dad also rest huh? Always take care of your health. Once my job is done, I will definitely go home to see my father and mother,” he said. “It's Well, Assalaamu’alaikum!”
Then he hung up and called his older brother Keysa who was a plastic surgeon in Korea.
“Assalaamu’alaikum Kak Keysa.”
“Walaikumsalam. The pranaja? Waduh, sister just wanted to call you.”
Pranaja laughing. It was nice to hear the voice of his brother who had almost three years not met.
“When do I go home? Don't miss me?”
“What are you talking about? Of course brother kangen is with you. It feels like you just flew to Jakarta.”
“Indeed sister no holiday?”
“There. Three months later, my brother's contract is completed. Insya Alloh brother will return to Jakarta and while living in Indonesia.”
Pranaja's eyes immediately sparkled with pleasure. They then drowned in a long conversation, until it sounded dawn. Pranaja shut the phone. After this he will visit Iben. He will perform Id prayers in Purbalingga square with his brother who became a police officer. Coincidentally this morning Brother Iben was standing guard there.
Before leaving he turned his car light into space, then put a paper on it. Instantly the writing was plastered in the night sky that overshadowed the hill.
“HUMANITY (TAWADHU’) AND SINCERITY BECOME THE TRUE MEANING OF QURBAN.
WITH ALL HUMILITY PRANAJA HATURKAN
SORRY TO BE BORN
FOR ALL MISFORTUNE AND ERROR
HAPPY EID AL-ADHA DAY 1422H