Rudi is my Love
RAC 51: Instructions for Suharja

*Rudi is My Love (RAC)*

That night, Barada was eating madura ijo bean porridge alone. No other customer eats in a place other than himself.

Barada appeared in light blue Muslim women's clothing and highwaist linen pants that were the same color as her hijab.

Before long, a beautiful woman appeared from behind a merchandise banner and sat on a plastic chair on the right side of Barada.

The girl was wearing a long-sleeved white dress shirt of a female model, with the top buttons removed two pieces. It made the porridge merchant, who was a man in his forties, steal the lyrics to a pop that his nature split beautifully.

“One!” order the girl who just came to the porridge seller. His gaze looked cynical to the porridge merchant as he caught his eyes looking at his chest.

“Iya, Ma'am,” replied the brother porridge.

“Already have a lot of canned milk, still also glance at the cave milk. Trade right, or cave your aduin to the Boss. You must not know who from earlier ate porridge here?” the girl's nagging.

“Hahaha!” barada laughed suddenly while looking at the porridge seller who looked surprised.

The porridge seller was confused. But then, he hurriedly made a bowl of warm porridge. When he finished, he offered.

The girl in white shirt was about to receive the bowl, but she was careless because the seller actually thrust in front of Barada, making the girl in white shirt bully.

“Please do not move me, General,” said the merchant slowly and so reverently to Barada, while thrusting the porridge.

“Hahaha!” tawa Barada saw the actual action of the seller was an agent who was installed in front of the Great Mosque of Banten for the night. “Your bribe is accepted. Now make the Commander two bowls, the milk multiplied!”

The porridge merchant briefly looked to the left.

“Ready, General!” said the porridge merchant after making sure no one else was around.

“Review if your porridge is not according to the taste of the cave. Gua recommend you for another cooking course!” threaten the girl in the white shirt.

“Ready, Ndan!” replied the porridge merchant who was physically very odorless military.

“How are you reporting, Nita?” barada asked his men who were not named Junita, but Nita Talia. He's not an undercover singer.

“We found two suspicious people, but the action has not been so strange. We already know where they live. In addition to CCTV cameras, we have installed cameras at every corner to where wudu,” said Nita like a regular chat.

“Tomorrow fitting the event, all personnel bodyguards Buya Syamsuddin from the committee, must be clear that there are no intruders. Our people still have to be around Buya Syamsuddin with a one-motion position can paralyze intruders,” said Barada.

Plycite …!

Suddenly the ringtone of a cell phone rang. It came from inside Barada's handbag.

“Shortly, Nit,” says Barada.

“Assalamu ‘alaikum! Oh, the Mesum Beetle has been snatched? Goody. In which carat cage is he deposited?” barada said to a man at the end of the line.

He was silent for a moment to hear.

“OK. Nice work. Just send me the photos!” barada's orders. He then ended his short conversation with a greeting, “Assalamu ‘alaikum!”

After hanging up his phone, there was a continuous tone of incoming messages.

Pong pong pong …!

Barada saw a number of picture messages coming into his phone. He opens. It turned out to be a photo of a young man whose face was battered and was behind bars. There are five pictures. Barada then compared the new photos to a photo that had been there a week on his phone. It turns out that the old photo is a photo of Dendi Gunadi who is still handsome without any wound or swelling.

“Assalamu ‘alaikum, Rudi!” hail Barada who then called someone, namely Rudi Handrak.

At that time Rudi was not yet an ustaz, he was still in the stage of rising from the slump and just starting to learn religion to Ustaz Barzanji.

“Dendi has been imprisoned in West Java Sukabumi police prison. I'll send you five new photos of Dendi. You just show the photo to Vina's parents to be calm and relieved. But don't you tell me. Send it through someone you trust. Do not let Vina's parents know that the photo is from you. Later can be the length of his business,” Barada said to Rudi.

That was the secret kept by Rudi that only he told Aziz and Sandro.

After getting five photos of Dendi Gunadi who had allegedly raped Vina Seruni almost two months ago, Rudi met Suardi whom he believed to be an intermediary.

Suardi then goes to Vina's house to meet Haji Suharja and shows him pictures of Dendi inside the prison. It was five days after Suharja went to ask for help Daeng Ambo Upe, a sandro (shaman) in the coastal fishing village of Kalianda Subdistrict.

The news of the mysterious photos is believed by Suharja is the fruit of the great work of Daeng Ambo Upe.

However, for the case of Vina's disappearance, Daeng Ambo Upe only gave clues that were difficult to prove. Even the ends of the shaman also told Suharja to ask the police for help.

It's been half a month, Vina news has not been there any bright spot. The police only told Suharja that they were still trying. Police even said they had asked for help from the Banten regional police to the capital of DKI Jakarta.

“We hope you can be patient waiting. Our members keep trying to do their best to find Mr.”'s daughter

That was the ultimate sentence from the police whenever Suharja came to ask the development of his daughter's case.

Until finally, when Suharja was praying tahajud as the end of his business, inspired something in his mind.

“Suardis. If the person who gave the photo could find the missing Dendi, perhaps that person could also find the missing Vina. I had to force Suardi to tell who told him to send photos of Dendi three years ago,” Suharja thought with teary eyes. He felt moved to God that there was finally a new path shown after he begged hopefully.

That night was three in the morning. Suharja hurriedly got up and took his hp. Without a second thought and consideration, he searched for Suardi's number which he had not called for three years.

After waiting for a while, it turned out that the phone number contacted by Suharja was answered by a female voice. It was not the voice of Suardi's wife, nor was it the voice of his mother or kuntilanak, but it was the voice of the operator who said, “The number you are going to cannot be reached. Please check your destination number again!”

“My destination number to Hongkong!” grumbling Suharja annoyed.

Inevitably, he had to hold back and be patient. It is impossible at three o'clock in the morning that he went to Suardi's house. Suharja does not know exactly Suardi's house, but Ferdy certainly knows because his son is a footballer and Suardi pendant in the stadium. (BH)