Shean & Jenny
Clues
Renaldy Azkara, the father of 3 children who have now grown up and have their own way of life. Often he imagined the three children gathered at home together to eat dinner or just enjoy the twilight with tea and pastry snacks in the garden of his yard.. How he longed when everyone was a teenager still whining to ask to buy this, ask to buy it. Now he is getting older, and he is feeling lonely.
Maybe it will be different if the wife is still alive and accompanies her free time both in a big and luxurious house. But fate says otherwise, the wife has gone first to his rakhmat.
Geck.. Geck.. Geck..
“Yes.. Please enter”. Said Mr. Renaldy.
“Sorry to interrupt, this file was the result of the meeting last afternoon I have finished making and just signed Pak”. Speak to one of the HRD staff from R.A Group headquarters.
“Ok.. Already nice” after reading very seriously he handed back the file.
“Thanks a lot pak”. Hurry up he exits the room.
He put the glasses he was wearing and drank water on a white ceramic glass in front of him. His eyes are now closed and thinking about his daughter who prefers to be a designer rather than having to help his father continue the family business that has become the 4th largest company in Indonesia.
He could have given the company to the first child, but he knew Juan his first child would not be able to manage a mega corporation of this size, instead, he granted his wish to marry a foreign woman of Swiss origin and establish a business in the country.
Stay Jenny and her sister Luna who is still a student in Jogja to take a study of agriculture.The only hope is only Jenny, Jenny, in addition he has good managerial skills and his firm personality in making important decisions can keep and develop the company in a further direction. Perhaps also when he married Shean, the man wanted to be the successor of the company as long as it fell into the right hands, he thought there was no harm.
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“Honey, today you have free time?” Ask Jenny over the cellular connection.
“What's up?” it's only been two days since we were born and I'm still not used to hearing or calling my own partner with affectionate calls.
“You're busy huh.. Jutek once” He said annoyed.
I know what he wants, and I miss meeting him, too, but my attention two days after the research focused on the classical studies of treasure hunters in the 19th and early 20th centuries.
“How about 8pm meet at Atelier Cafe, you know the place right?”. The answer was not known, and I explained the place beside the car wash that we both met by chance.
The study of archaeology in the discovery of treasure can be spelled out a little, but, because treasure hunters rarely document publicly and usually travel records even maps remain stored somewhere very secret and need some clues to be able to get.
Indeed like that, a treasure hunt is a search for clues that lead to other clues and not necessarily the final in the second clue. Many models and types are based on the technology that developed at that time. As in the davinci code, the eccentric artist encrypts the instructions on a hexagonal tube and if the wrong code is entered, the liquid contained therein will eliminate the written instructions.
This is where I was, at a standoff to find clues to the symbols found in the ruins of the site. There were so many questions in my mind, but I never found an answer.
PRAAAAKKKK
There was the sound of falling objects, like in the living room. I rushed to the origin of the sound and heard the sound of my cat climbing in through the window and accidentally hit the display of a large flower vase.
“Yes god... ”.
“You're so fad yes..” Miu who was there just looked up at my face that was holding one of the pieces of a crushed flower vase.
But his face that shows an expression of guilt makes me melt no longer nagging because of his mischievous behavior that makes this flower vase destroyed, even though it is not an expensive antique, but I had to clean up the scattered fragments and I was very lazy to do such a thing. Very inconvenient!.
After finishing cleaning small pieces of the flower fitting, continue to collect large pieces and put them in a garbage bag. My attention was on the bottom of the flower vase, there was some kind of writing, I immediately picked up and saw the nine lifting digits listed there which was a handwriting, and I saw a handwriting, and I tried to match the details of that number with grandfather's notes that every number written is identical, just like how Grandpa wrote the numbers on his notes.
Does this mean that this is a clue that grandfather made during his life? So for what until grandfather had to bother preparing instructions. Why not just write it in his notebook, it's the same. My mind wandered far away as to what this all meant.
If that's really a clue then, there is an important thing that grandfather wants to convey to anyone who understands the code in the form of nine digits of this number. Focusing on my mind, and trying to recall all the memories with my grandfather, there might be something useful about all those memories to decode.
I get so easily influenced by things like code or anything else, watching too many mystery adventure movies and also reading literature on treasure hunting. Looking at the numbers written somewhere was like looking at a clue from a legendary treasure. I'd better stop with all this and refresh my mind.
Half an hour drive down the road to the capital, because today I had an appointment to meet Jenny at the cafe.
Arriving there, Jenny had already arrived and sat in a non-smoking room. He waved his hand when I opened the door.
“Your boyfriend?” ask Mr. Sudirman the cafe owner.
“Iya sir, just made it 2 days ago” I replied.
“Congratulations then. It's been there kasian he's been waiting for a long time, later I bring your order”. The owner of the cafe knew what I was going to order and told me to immediately meet Jenny who turned out to have arrived from half an hour ago.
We sat face to face and stared at each other telling stories about enjoying romantic moments at night. Before long Mr. Sudirman came with a tray that looked very full.
“Congratulations to you both.. Hope the relationship is lasting ya”
“This is a special treat for newly created ones. please enjoy” he continued while putting two plates containing strawberry cheese cake and almond cheese cake and iced americano drinks that I always order if to this cafe.
“Eh sir.. Thank you very much.” I was confused by the attitude of this old man. He doesn't usually give me a free fancy menu.
“Thank you so much sir, it seems so good” said Jenny also who was no less surprised, because cheese cake is her favorite food.
“Mari.. I stay first”.
“Eh.. You ordered all of this.”
“Currently make suprise yes.. It's my favorite food”
“Uuuuuuuu dear thank you yes.” cerocosnya not care about me who is confused to respond to what.
Jenny ate her food slowly, enjoying each bite feeling the sensation of the strawberry pieces in the middle of the cake.
“Emmmmhhh, Yummy”
“This is better than what I usually buy” concluded praising the cake made by Mr. Sudirman.
It's so happy to see him being as funny as a kid. I can't imagine what kind of life awaits us both when we get married. Hopefully there is more happiness waiting for us later and become times that will never be replaced by anything.
“Enak loh, this is try.. Aaa” he thrust a piece of cake in a small spoon at me.
A little embarrassed to have to accept such a bribe, a few pairs of eyes were on the two of us who were kasmaran, understanding only a few anniversaries.
I checked my phone and opened a message from Erik about various research reports from building construction, and minerals that are building materials and other things. I can't open it now so I ignore the message, I'll reply when I get home.
I looked down at the smartphone screen at 21:28, a four-digit number also written on the bottom of the flower vase. I seem to remember something from those four figures and it has something to do with all the records of the grandfather in his now abandoned study room being a warehouse because he didn't have much time to clean up the filled room broken goods. Or maybe I'm being too sensitive to numbers, it could have nothing to do with it at all.
“Sayang... You pale once” Jenny made me realize the dreamy.
“You're okay right?” tanyakanya.