Rudi is my Love
RAC 22: Special Escorts
*Rudi is My Love (RAC)*
The morning sun is still long enough to rise. Under the dimness of the still-lit settlement lights, Muttaqin and Latifah walked out of a narrow alley in one of the congested areas of Jakarta, the Indonesian Capital. They wear Muslim clothes.
Muttaqin wore white cocoa and brown pants, also wearing a black peci. While Latifah who wore black clothes and black hijab made her cool white face look radiant.
Muttaqin carried a tote bag containing clothes.
As they exited the alley, a straight-bodied young man in a black, flap-haired suit with a sophisticated communication device attached to his right ear, came to greet the two middle-aged old men.
“Ustaz Muttaqin?” asked the military-statured young man to Muttaqin.
“True,” Muttaqin replied without a smile to the handsome young man, whose left hand was holding a pair of sunglasses.
“I Dodit, Sir. Come pick up Ustaz and Ibu on Barada's orders,” the young man said as he reached out to shake Muttaqin's hand.
“Oh. Thank God,” Muttaqin said as he shook the young man's hand. He and his wife smiled.
“Please, Ustaz, Bu,” said Dodit invitingly while politely directing the two parents to a black luxury car. On the red and purple plate there is code number 99. The plate pattern is like a TNI vehicle plate, but the agency symbol and the color of the song are not known.
There was a second young man who looked the same on the side of the car. This young man was already wearing his sunglasses, which made him look too stylish to wear sunglasses at dawn.
Dodit and his partner served Muttaqin and Latifah by opening the right and left rear doors. Without hesitation, Muttaqin invited his wife to enter.
After Muttaqin and Latifah sat down comfortably, the two strapping youths walked into the front seats.
“I'm sorry, Ustaz, later the car is a bit tight. Please wear his seat belt,” said a young friend of Dodit who sat holding the steering wheel.
The black luxury sedan then moved slowly leaving the roadside. After paving, the car immediately darted quickly on the highway that was still quiet.
Not using L, the car has entered the toll road.
Although the speed of the car is fairly fast, but Muttaqin and his wife who was just the first time riding a car as luxurious and comfortable as that, did not feel that the car was running recklessly. It is very rare for the car to brake, although occasionally there is quite a lot of vehicle momentum. The way of braking and pulling the gas is so soft, as if it already knows the dose or indeed the car is too expensive and sophisticated.
“Great man arrives 60 seconds,” said Dodit while holding a communication device in his ear with a touch of the index finger. After that it was quiet.
The car then exits the motorway and enters a place where the building is surrounded by tall cypress trees, so that if the place is not entered, the building is surrounded by, then it will not be clearly seen what buildings are in it and what.
Inside was a vast area and a blackish purple second-story building. The building was ordinary, even impressed like a factory building. It was also far from residential areas.
The black car came in and went straight to the back of the building. It turns out there is a cement field and in the middle of it there is a black helicopter with a little purple sweetener line.
Its upper propeller had already spun violently, giving rise to a violent wind.
The car stopped within a measured distance of the helicopter. In the helicopter there is already a pilot ready to fly and on the side of the plane stands a man dressed in full army black-and-black, even complete with firearms in an unprepared position.
Dodit and his partner led Muttaqin and Latifah towards the plane.
“Subject, Ustaz!” dodit shouted because the sound of the propeller was so loud.
Muttaqin had to walk half down. Latifah has to hold her hijab and clothes so as not to fly like Bollywood movie scenes.
Dodit handed over responsibility to the pilot and the black-and-black soldier to bring the couple along.
Although Muttaqin and Latifah had only met such military men this time, they had been convinced that they were members of the unit where their daughter worked and served.
Both were directed to the plane and sat down. After giving a thumb code to Dodit and his partner, the pilot flew the plane vertically up, then flew off.
The first experience of flying a dragonfly plane for Muttaqin and Latifah. They really are like an important official.
From inside the dragonfly machine, Muttaqin and Latifah can see the natural beauty of Banten Province, both urban areas, rural areas, and the wild.
After flying far enough, the black helicopter then flew over the sea of Sunda Strait. Something fantastic as well as happy can fly over the ocean. They can see fishing boats, ferry boats, fast boats, islands, and a cloud that can fly.
It does not take a matter of hours, finally they can see clearly the mainland tip of Sumatra Island, namely Lampung Province, Sai Bumi Ruwa Jurai. Don't ask what it means.
Finally, the plane moved low to get down somewhere.
The plane descended into a cement field near a small, modest building. However, the place had a large cemented empty area. On one side there are piles of pitchers that are quite a lot.
When the foot of the plane touched the runway, a yellow luxury car came close to the helicopter.
Despite landing, the pilot did not turn off the engine and propeller. Muttaqin and Latifah had to descend carefully under the rotation of the propeller. They came down and walked down.
From inside the yellow car came out a beautiful woman in a yellow-yellow veil. He immediately smiled sweetly at the two old men who came. The dimpled girl walked over in welcome. His clothes were also fluttering violently by the wind of the propeller.
“Hahaha! Assalamu 'alaikum!” the laughter of the girl who was none other than Barada, welcomed her parents.
"Wa 'alaikumussalam!" the husband and wife answered with a smile.
Barada immediately slapped his father's hand.
“How, Puang?” ask Barada to Muttaqin.
“Masyaallah, thrilling,” replied Muttaqin while smiling normally, trying cool.
Barada immediately kissed her mother's hand and hugged her.
“Come, the brothers must have been waiting,” invite Barada.
Muttaqin and Latifah follow their daughter who is already an official in the secret security field. They get into a luxury car that might cost billions of dollars.
Tat!
Barada gave the horn code to two of his men in the helicopter. The two men gave only a thumbs up to Barada's car moving away.
The car left the location at one point at the foot of Mount Rajabasa. When out onto the paved road, it turned out that the area was secluded because on the right and left of the highway was a forest. Translucent, yellow car out to the big road Trans Sumatra.
The car immediately headed to Kalianda District on the coast.
Short story.
Barada and her parents live in a fishing village.
The arrival of expensive luxury cars that no one in the area, even in the province, clearly attracted the attention of everyone in Haji Daeng Tanri's funeral home. The class owned by the car made the lips of some of the mourners had to divorce temporarily.
“Wow!”
“Mashaallah!”
“Too pretty.”
“Here there are still angels apparently.”
“Whose girl is it?”
“Ayam gulai!”
Those are some of the words that were said when Barada came down with sunglasses that could not be denied his coolness. Especially when he got off the steering chair.
Initially, no one recognized who had come, even though Barada had already come out. It was only after Muttaqin got out of the car and Barada opened the door for his mother, Herman Saddila, Daeng Marakka and the parents, including Haji Goli and Haji Suharja to recognize who had come.
When his parents were greeted by the brothers in grief, Barada went to park his car in a place that was comfortable for the car.
Muttaqin immediately went to see his biological brother who was waiting for him without any more spirit.
So there was a duet of two ustaz in managing the bodies of the late Haji Daeng Tanri, namely Ustaz Muttaqin and Ustaz Barzanji. (BH)