RICH PRANAJA HEIR TO TIRTANALA
EPS 81 THREAT OF DANGER

EPS 81 THREAT OF DANGER

The sun has just come. His royal spray slowly crawled the sheltered rooms of the hotel where Pranaja stayed. Until slowly finally make clear the view outside the bedroom window. Looks buildings and housing complexes are neatly arranged. Not seen old building. It was just a glimpse of my room on the sixth floor.

“Wellcome to Astana, Sir,” said the hotel receptionist with a friendly smile.

Her round eyes were glowing could not be seen the cute face of her guests that night. Pranaja booked a VVIP room. When looking at the Platinum credit card offered by Pranaja, the light in the eyes of the girl was increasingly sparkling.

“How many days will you stay, Mr. Pranaja?”

Pranaja shook his head. Then he explained he would stay as long as he wanted. Because he was just walking around spending time.

“Wow! Just call me if you need something, sir,” he said while handing over the room key on the sixth floor of this hotel.

Pranaja received the key from the receptionist's hand. Accidentally the girl's hand clasped Pranaja's hand. When released Pranaja felt like there was paper tucked in his hand. Hm, that young man revealed his most charming smile. His prickly nature instantly appeared. His right eye was rapidly blinking.

“Okay. See you tomorrow.”

“See you, sir.”

A room boy escorted Pranaja to his room on the sixth floor. As soon as he entered the room, he immediately threw his body on the soft mattress. It feels like sleeping on a bed. After many days of adventure, sleeping on a rock roofed the dark sky. But just about to close his eyes, suddenly his phone rang.

‘Drrt..drrrtt..ddrrrrtt.

The miracle?

Pranaja picked it up. Deep down, he was deeply worried about the fate of Miracle and Tong Pi, his fellow M16 agents. They were detained by the British Secret Service because of a case involving him. All M16 contacts connected to it, all disconnected. Including Miracle phones and Tong Pi.

‘Why tonight Miracle can call me?’ batin Pranaja's.

Although curious but he was very happy. It feels good to hear the sound of his best friend's cry.

“Woi Bunting! How are you?” yells.

“Culaaa! I miss!” shouted Miracle from across there.”Mmuah!.muah!.muah!”

Miracle rewarded him with a kiss. Although only his voice, but Pranaja felt shudder himself. It felt like the rain of kisses from his best friend made his breath become tight.

“Oh! auahs! eits!”his yell. “Stop Bunting, I can't breathe!”

Miraccle. Pranaja's innocence is what makes him miss the young man who has mastered his heart.

Pranaja laughed. It felt like only Miracle could make him laugh so loosely.

“I am again in Astana, the capital of Kazakhstan,” he said.

“Wow! How did you get there? Wrong road? Or again looking for a scuffle? What are you doing now? Making love with Dayana?” miracle Sahut.

again Miracle rained on him with thousands of questions. Apparently a sense of rush had taken hold of his heart. Moreover, he understands very well the reputation of Kazakh girls who are beautiful and easy to date.

“Basic bule crazy. I'll call you again, accusing me of having sex with Dayana?”

“Ups!”

Miracle closed her mouth. He immediately realized his stupidity. Because of being burned by jealous flames, he accused Pranaja of being out of logic.

“Eh, Miracle, how can you contact me? M has released you?”

“Iya. Because of your achievements to stick the syndicate to buy and sell illegal biological weapons and smuggling stones Crystal.”

“What is a Crystal Stone?”

“Yes the super-fast train you found was loaded with thousands of tons of chrysanthemums from the Gobi desert valley and smuggled through Astana, the capital of Kazaskhtan ”

“M is very proud of you. What you've done has successfully re-branded the M16 as a container secret agent that had deteriorated,” said Miracle. “He freed me, Tong Pi and some other captives.”

Pranaja smiled Cynically. He was never tempted to make up with the British Secret Intelligence Service. He prefers to be like now, free to adventure while uncovering various kinds of crime actions that are increasing in frequency.

The two drowned in a long conversation. Until midnight, Pranaja hung up his phone. Miracle gave him a lot of information about the situation at the M16 headquarters.

“See you Miracle.”

“See you Cula. You carefully stay in Astana, a lot of her twigs.”

Pranaja. What Miracle means is certainly not real kuntilanak, but beautiful Kazakh girls who can make his heart melt like when he met ‘Dayana’ first.

Then he walked up and approached the window of his room. The window was wide open, allowing fresh air to enter his room. From the sixth floor of the hotel where he stayed, he was able to enjoy the beauty of Astana at night.

Twenty-three years ago, a small town called Akmola that was once a prison for Soviet government prisoners was transformed by the Government of Kazakhstan into a capital with a very planned arrangement. The capital was named Astana (now Nursultan). Its old capital, Almaty, is located deep in the southeastern tip of Kazakhstan.

The location of its old capital, which is at the end and too close to China, is the reason why Kazakhstan has shifted its capital. Meanwhile, the new location that is targeted, in addition to being geopolitically considered safer, is also a fertile location and rich in natural resources.

From his hotel room, Pranaja took photos of the airport, which was built in 1931 and underwent a major renovation in 2005 to make it worthy of being an international airport. Not too big, but quite attractive in shape, like a helmet.

“Hm, there are so many strange buildings in this city. May be deliberately designed unique and classy.”bennya. .

Astana was built with the intervention of forty architects from Japan, the United States, Russia, China, and Germany. To conjure a small provincial city on a vast plain into a capital city that as it is now is estimated to cost 30 billion US dollars.

The grandeur of large-scale buildings and skyscrapers with unique architecture had also rewarded the new capital city with the title of the strangest capital in the world by western media.

The city looks clean too. There are no street vendors selling on the sidewalk. Even around Astana's largest mall, Kan Shatyr, located on Turan Avenue, there is a public area that mall visitors inevitably cross. Wide area. However, the place was sterile from merchants. Public areas also look quite large and wide, such as around Bayterek Tower. Seen a lot of kids with their parents. They rent mini cars that are controlled by remote.

Drrt..drrt..drr !

The phone rings back. He opened it, his forehead wrinkled.

“Unidentified name?”

Pranaja increased the volume of his voice. There was a man's voice from across the street. His voice was flat, cold and vengeful.

“I'll kill you..”

Pranaja gasped in surprise. Whose voice is this? Dare threaten?