Rudi is my Love
RAC 57: Gifts for Ex-Wives

*Rudi is My Love (RAC)*

Before the magrib, Adinda Moon had already returned from Rudi's house. Tomorrow he will come with his parents and siblings. Before the day of marriage, at night the Moon will follow the event of feeding or rewarding children who have been khatam reading the Quran.

Under the agreement, the contract and the wedding party were held at the groom's house for emergency reasons. So, on the night before the contract, the bride will spend the night at the home of her future husband. Of course separate rooms, not one room before legal.

That afternoon, in Rudi's room there were still Barada, Aziz and Sandro. With the return of the Moon, the topic of their conversation turned to matters of importance and secrecy.

But previously, Barada received a call from White Pigeon aka Nita Talia.

“Report, General. All spaces, vehicles and personal devices of the Silver Lizard have been implanted eyes and ears. All operations are safe and successful, General. Just keep an eye on whether there are any traces of the Golden Bird. Monitoring is valid for one week,” reported Nita Talia from Jakarta.

“Good work, Pigeon. What about the power of the Silver Lizard?” ask Barada.

“Perak monitor has professional bodyguards. If you want to battle, it is better to plunge the Red King Kong Team,” said Nita.

“OK. I'm considering. Continue with your duties. Assalamu ‘alaikum!” barada.

“Good, General. Wa ‘alaikum greetings.”

Just information. Barada was called “General Kilat” not because of his military rank. The nickname stuck because he was the fastest person in his career in the Illusory Army, so that he could occupy the seat of the number two leader under the Sky Beetle, who was now the Sole Advisor of the Illusory Army.

“Your monitor business, Badar?” aziz asked after Barada hung up.

“Hahaha!” barada Laughter. “It's an expensive monitor lizard, life stakes if you want to catch it.”

“There are such dangerous monitor lizards?” ask Sandro seriously.

“Hahaha!” the laughter again. Then he told Rudi, “My men are looking for information starting from Grandbo ...”

“Eh uh uh! Talking about what this is?” tanya Aziz cuts because Barada mentions the name of Grandbo which he knows is Vina's ex-boyfriend who once came making a fuss at Haji Suharja's house.

“I am trying to find out more about Vina,” replied Barada.

“Hah!” shock Aziz and Sandro.

“I asked Badar to help you find the missing Vina. It seems like it is a matter of life,” Rudi said to his two best friends.

“Yes too yes. Dendi who escaped freely could meet with Badr. Why is the matter of Vina missing without immediate thought ask for help to Badr, not to Daeng Ambo Upe?” Aziz was just thinking.

“If indeed Grandbo was involved in the loss of Vina, God willing it would not be long. But, if it turns out that Grandbo is clean, then it can take much longer than expected. My men peg time one week to find out whether Grandbo is the culprit or not,” said Barada.

“Badar, what exactly is your job? Army yes?” ask Sandro.

“Hahaha! We have agreed, it is a secret,” replied Barada who was preceded by his laughter.

“Iya deh,” said Aziz who is actually also curious about Barada's work. Moreover, Barada said to have men.

How not to be amazed if the young Barada has become a leader.

“So, it can't be said that there is a hint huh?” ask Rudi.

“Iya. If in a week my team does not find any signs of Vina's whereabouts, then I will try another way to look for her. So at the moment I can't promise time,” Barada said.

“Allahuakbar allahuakbar!”

The voice of the prayer from the mosque was heard calling all Muslim men to pray in the mosque. However, although magrib time is a favorite prayer time, but still the prayer attendance is not up to 30% of the number of men in the fishing village.

“Badar, want to pray where?” muttaqin asked his daughter. He appeared in Rudi's bedroom doorway.

“In the mosque only, Puang,” replied Barada.

“Begging mukena to Daeng, Badar,” said Rudi who during his illness only on Friday prayers he to the mosque. He is usually driven by Aziz or Sandro to the mosque.

“There is a mucena in the car,” says Barada.

“Come, Mr. Ustaz, we go to the mosque!” bring Aziz.

“Mari,” says Muttaqin.

So Rudi left alone in his room. At that time, the house that already has a lot of decoration looks quite quiet because people go home each. Rudi's house looks so luminous and bright because it has been installed some additional lights.

While Aziz was with Haji Daeng Marakka, Muttaqin and Barada went to the mosque, Sandro seemed to have another agenda.

“Where to miss one rakaat, Dro?” asked Aziz, who was astonished to see Sandro rise to his feet when the priest of Salam ended his prayer.

“Change. Facing God it must be handsome,” answered Sandro.

“Oooh. You want to go back to Rudi's house?” ask Aziz.

“Maybe out isya. I have a little business.”

“I also finished new isya to it again,” said Aziz.

The two friends separated for a while. On the other hand, Muttaqin and Barada return with Ustaz Barzanji to Rudi's house.

Sandro returned home only to pick up a plastic bag containing something. After that he left with a very pious appearance, gloved Samarinda, dressed in clean white cocoa and black scotch like a minister on the day of the inauguration.

Sandro went to a house that looked lonely in the evening.

“Assalamu ‘alaikum!” greetings Sandro at the door of the house that does not have a yard.

“Wa ‘alaikum greetings!” answer a man's voice from inside the house.

Heart beating Sandro heard the man's voice.

“Hopefully no bloodshed. Ah, why didn't I get it for his father?” thought Sandro.

The next second, the door opened from the inside. The figure and face of a man with a thick mustache appeared. Highlight his eyes were instantly sharp to Sandro and his expression was stiff as ice chocolate.

“Eee ...”

“Who to find, Dro?” asked the man in a flat oblong shirt to cut the buzz of Sandro's early sentence.

When the moustached man opened the door, several people who were sitting watching in the living room also looked to know who his guest was.

“Anu, Daeng. I want to see you in June,” replied Sandro with a bitter smile facing the unfriendly atmosphere.

“If you only want to make my child cry, go back, Dro,” said the man, still with a face as flat as the face of a lion mother.

Seeing her father just standing in the doorway and hearing a voice that seemed familiar, Junita who was watching television in the living room immediately got up and appeared behind her father.

“Sandro?” junita said surprised and astonished.

Sandro smiled awkwardly as the young Junita revealed her face. His heart is pounding.

“I want to speak four eyes, Jun,” Sandro said.

“Biarin, Sir. Let me do the talking,” Junita told her father.

Without a word, the father retreated and walked in.

Junita and Sandro were at the door. Junita did not show the slightest smile. It seems like the divorce that happened a year ago is still very difficult.

“Log in, Dro!” bring Junita.

“No need, here only,” reject Sandro while slightly shifting so as not to be really on the doorstep of the house.

Junita then closed the door and she moved along. The house had no terrace, so there were no chairs to sit on. There are only a few ornamental plants.

“This is for you, Jun,” Sandro said as he stretched out his carry-on plastic bag.

“What is this?” junita asked without looking at the contents of the plastic bag she received.

“That's a gift from me,” answered Sandro.

Despite showing a cold face, but Junita's heart was shocked and there was a hint of happiness.

“It was also ... as a sign of my apology because ... all this time I've hurt your feelings, Jun,” added Sandro somewhat disjointed like a digital TV signal.

“Yes! Finally you apologize to me, Sandro!” junita cheers felt victorious, but that was only in the heart.

In fact, Junita only smiled miserably at Sandro. (BH)