Shaman System
Call me, Zul

Sicily still holds my hand even though Reynaldi is gone. Well, naturally, he's still traumatized by tonight's incident.

“We will also leave. Where do you live?” my question stood up and Sicily awoke from her daydream, then immediately removed her hand from my arm.

“I live in Rebo Market, Shaman Zul!" he answered while lowering his face.

“Oo, let me take you home and one more don't call me Shaman Zul, just call Zul.”

“B-good Zul. Thank you for helping me, somehow I repay your kindness.” Sicily is playing with her fingers without seeing me.

I just smiled and walked out of the Elja Bar, suddenly my Virtual Screen notification popped up. It turned out that the Typhoon sent 500 million rupiah which he said was money from the Virtual Vrey Screen.

Hm ....

I smiled, they engineered Vrey's death perfectly. Though anyone would know that Reynaldi was working with Vrey, that's why he chose this meeting to be held at Bar Elja.

Maybe Sicily will actually be given by Vrey to Reynaldi. However, they were unlucky tonight for meeting me.

I transferred 450 million to Sicily and took 50 million as wages to save her hehehe ....

“Z-Zul this ...” Sicily was surprised to see its Virtual Screen notifications. “B-a lot!” He almost cried again to see her.

“That's your money taken by Vrey, really. So, no need to thank, use the money well,” my mouth and we have arrived at the car park.

“Mr Zul,” greet Reynaldi from his luxury car. “Cua first, yes!”

I waved, but suddenly Vrey's Lamborghini Aventador shuffled like crackers because I bought a monster's hand-drawn item.

Reynaldi looked surprised, he knew it must be my job. However, there was nothing he could do because we were business partners at the moment, there was no way he would offend me.

“So it was you who did it ‘kan, Zul?” ask the Sicilian after sitting in the double car seat of the Nissan Navaraku cabin.

“Make much less that luxury car? After all, the owner is dead!” I smiled and stepped on the gas pedal. “See you in Raja Ampat, dut!” I waved at Reynaldi who was smiling wryly.

***

We entered the housing in the Rebo Market area and when we stopped in front of the Sicilian house, there were already several police officers gathered there.

“What happened, Sir?” ask Sicily.

I also came down out of curiosity, maybe something happened to his parents—moreover he dealt with the Mafia, they won't let go easily.

“Whose you?” ask the cop.

“I son of this homeowner?” sahut Sicily worried.

“Oh, you must be Miss Sicily,” said the policeman smiling kindly. “Some unknown people came to snatch away your parents' precious treasure. Cars, Motors, Tvs, Refrigerators and others are carried by them. However, we don't know what their motives really are, whether it's pure robbery or your parents ever dealt with the Mafia. Because the pattern is very similar to their usual action,”.

Sicily lied to the police, perhaps not wanting the Mafia to take revenge if they complained, even though the Typhoon had killed their Boss. However, those dark organizations were not simple, if their Boss died, eating there would be other members replacing him.

The police investigator recorded what the Sicilian said and replied, “Your parents are fine. Fortunately, during the robbery, they were out of the house. However, according to our investigation, you once owed a billion rupiah to a financial institution and suffered a default. We suspect this matter has something to do with what happened to your family,” the police investigator said.

“Bapak seems to have seen the data wrong. This friend of mine has paid off his debts to Finance it.” I interrupted his words. “Sicilia, try to show the data to the Police Officer.” I blinked at him.

Sicily looked hesitant, but had no choice and suddenly an email came in from Finance where she borrowed money. Sicily read the email and it turned out that the debt was actually paid off.

“This sir, I already have no debt,” he said with a big smile—he is very happy, not even care anymore about the robbery case at his home. Since his parents are fine, the lost items can still be bought and he can start a new life again without pressure from the Black Celeng mafia.

The policeman looked at the email indicated by Sicily and nodded, apparently his conjecture of attributing this incident to Sicilian debts was wrong.

“Thanks for helping with our investigation. We will contact Miss Sicily in case of development in this case,”, the police investigator greeted us and left the Sicilian home.

Sicily staring. “Bang Zul, stop for tea or coffee,” take him.

“Lain times only Sicily,” sahutku. “Tomorrow morning I have to go to Hehehe Airport ...” I laughed softly.

The Sicilian suddenly approached and kissed me on the cheek. “Thank you for everything, maybe Bang Zul, will never see me again. It was an expression of gratitude from me,” he said squinting one eye and running into his house with a big smile. “Papa ... Mama! I'm home!”

“Don't scream midnight like this, later neighbors get angry!” sahut Mama Sicilian from home.

I just smiled at his back and turned around in my Nissan Navaraku.

Whoi! I kissed a beautiful woman hahahaha ....

I'm so happy, because it's the first time I've been kissed by a woman. I was almost married to Sarah. However, we only hold hands the farthest, even then my heart is frenzied and can not sleep all night.

From Rebo Market I turned into the toll road and I was followed by Reynaldi's men since then. They may be afraid I turn to Bar Elja and destroy her.

Hehehe .. what a futile act. Maybe now I let you guys, but there's still plenty of time to take care of the people who are looking for trouble with me.

Hm ....

I was thinking of making a warning to Reynaldi not to play with fire. He should know that dealing with naive and pretentious heroes like me is gonna end horribly.

I parked the car in Rusunawa's yard and Reynaldi's man was still peeking at me. Wait ....

Somebody put a bomb in my room, goddamn it! Which side is he from? Fortunately there was a CCTV secretly installed in my room, was this Reynaldi? That's impossible, because we're just starting a business and he's even taking me to Raja Ampat tomorrow.

Maybe they are from the Banteng88 Mafia, Saga's father's men or Sadikin Conglomerate or Haryono, because I humiliated their children at the celebration event conducted by Governor Sulaiman.

First of all buy smoke items that make people faint and bomb disposal items. It could be dangerous if the bomb goes off in the hamlet; pity Pricilla and Hanna later