Swipe You, Swipe Me
The Five of Swords

"With Mr Genta?" a deep, hoarse voice sounded from the other end of the phone.

"Yes, myself," he said as he walked across the exhibition hall at CreArt.

Earlier this morning William and Genta went to Kampung Cina Kecil and found out that Genta's car had been towed by the transportation service. Some people around it even added that his car was damaged by a group of people on that fateful night. Genta himself has not planned to take his seized car. Counting, he did not need to go anywhere alone for a while. Then William dropped it off at the gallery.

"Well, finally," the man's voice turned relaxed. "I want to have an exhibition at your place."

It's actually not unusual for the man to call her. Fine art workers sometimes do make requests to create their own exhibitions. Although the planning will be different if CreArt invited an artist for the exhibition. For independent art workers, after the agreement and schedule are taken, usually they will just contact him to talk about the concept of the event.

"Ah, may-be. Sorry, who did I talk to?" tanya Genta walked towards the office from the gallery room.

"I'm Rico" he said.

"Mr or Mama?" tanyanya friendly.

"Rico is enough" he said casually.

After arriving at the office room, Genta gestured for Dita to take his notes. The fat woman who was chewing the apple rolled the agenda book and pen towards Genta. For the record, today Dita wears an orange fox-eared hat. Genta refrained from touching the ignorant ears of the hat.

Genta poked Dita again and asked for a "schedule book" without making a sound towards her. Genta opened the last note and traced the neat note Dita made with his finger. No exhibition on behalf of Rico was found there.

"Have you contacted CreArt's admin?" tanya Genta.

"Ah," Rico laughed. "Isn't contacting you and contacting admin the same thing?"

Genta paused for a moment, "if there's time you can come to the gallery. We can discuss about the artwork that will be displayed while registering and adjusting the schedule."

***

"Can't we just meet outside?" said Rico while lowering his car glass. He looked at the CreArt Building while considering the situation around.

"Mmm, it looks like my schedule today should remain in the gallery, Rico. So you better come so that the administrative process is also faster," he explained, refusing subtly.

You scared? a grin rose on his face. "Oh, no problem."

"What time do you think you're arriving?" ask Genta again.

Rico pulled the sleeves of his semi-coat jacket and glanced at the watch on his wrist. He replied "maybe in fifteen minutes I'll be there."

Rico hung up the phone and glanced towards the front rearview mirror. The other three comrades nodded and stood by.

***

After hearing the advice from Benu, he began to think. He sorted out which ones actually made his heart unable to accept Sofia. The answer boils down to Tara. He waited for Saturday to arrive soon.

Rendi closed the door to Benu's room in the back, then glanced at Sofia's desk which was still empty from the moment she got to the office. He decided to go to the nearest mini market to buy fresh fruit. What is the woman's favorite fruit?

As he stepped out of his office, the woman was about to enter. His eyes were against that woman. After their chat at a fast food restaurant, they rarely communicate. Rendi stepped so much as Sofia that they stopped when their distance was only a few steps away.

Rendi cleared her throat, "from where?"

"Your lady's office" he answered.

"My ex," Rendi's correction.

"Whatever" said Sofia.

"You're mad at me?"

"Should I answer it?" Sofia looked at him sharply.

Rendi did not want to continue this war of words. He held onto Sofia's shoulders "rest first. Don't forget to drink. Ok?"

Soon Rendi took off her hand and moved. Sofia who was confused by what the man was doing, just looked at him until she walked out of the office door.

The distance of the office and mini market is not too far, so he chose to walk. Along the way he only thought about what fruit the woman liked. They are always together in the office. However, never once did Rendi pay attention to things that were of interest to the woman.

After handing over the debit card and paying off all the fruit, Rendi walked back with a smiling face. He wanted to know what reaction Sofia saw the fruits she brought. Hope he is happy, her heart.

From the opposite direction to Rendi, a car was speeding on that street. Black sedan car without license plate. Several other motorists who were passed by the vehicle honked their horns with a huff. Rendi looked at the car until it was lost at the end of the road.

Nowadays, many people do not comply with the completeness of traffic. He was sure it was exceeding the recommended speed of passing this road. There wasn't even a police license plate in his vehicle. I hope they meet the police. Rendi shook her head and continued on her way back to the office. Quickly he stepped in to get to his office. While climbing the stairs to the second floor, he runs into Sofia.

"Where are you going?" ask Rendi.

"Lunch" said Sofia and looked at the large shopping bag that Rendi was carrying and returned to her eyes.

"My company for lunch?" he lifted his shopping bag a little. Without waiting for Sofia to answer, Rendi then pulled her hand. They both walked to the pantry. When he arrived, Rendi put all her groceries on the table. Pull a bench and sit Sofia there.

"Hopefully you like Sofia," Rendi took out one by one the fresh-cut pieces she bought earlier.

Sofia stared one by one all the fruits that were on the table and that were still issued by Rendi in a shopping bag. As if it were not finished.

"How much did you buy?" sofia asked confusedly to Rendi who was just smiling.

"I don't know what you like, so I bought everything on the shelf," Rendi took out a piece of pineapple as her last fruit.

"Then you want me to spend it all?" sofia's eyes looked at Rendi who was now sitting next to her.

"A pregnant woman should consume nutritious food. Where do you want to start?" ask Rendi.

"Obviously I'm not going to eat pineapple. Pregnant women should not eat it" Sofia said.

"Yes already. Which one you like and want to eat first. I'll open it for you" Rendi tidied the fruits back on the pantry table.

Sofia looked at Rendi in surprise but she slowly smiled, "You."

"Huh?" Rendi.

"You're the one I like" Sofia said and kissed Rendi's lips quickly. He smiled and ordered, "please open the wine."

"Yes?" Rendi sculpted in shock but immediately he regained his senses and wave when he received a pat on his cheek. "Wine? Ok, wine."

Both of her hands worked opening the wine wrapping plastic as Sofia watched. He smelled his smile at Rendi's behavior.

***

The one Genta saw was only dark due to the tight blindfold in his eyes. His mouth was blocked and his hands were still tied. They are still on the way because his body is swaying to the left and right adjusting the movement of the vehicle. The voices of the man in the car mentioned a name he did not know. He was able to conclude that the man named Dave was a young master and his life would be condemned by that man.

In silence Genta panicked. He does not know who Dave is and has never received cooperation with a man named Dave. Then, suddenly his life will be determined by him tonight. What the fuck! He cursed while slightly rebelling in the check of the two men on the left-right side.

"Shut up!" get one of the guys. "It's still lucky you're still breathing right now because Young Master is going to take care of you with his hands! You should be grateful for that."

"waaauuwaaauwa wawaaa hauwwaa!" Genta. Thankful from where!

Before he was stranded in this car, he was being contacted by Tara.

"Genta, ka-dima-"

"Tara? what was? Hello?" he said he was trying to catch up with their conversation.

"Gen-ti hat-," Tara's voice could not be interpreted at all by him.

Whether the phone network is bad, Genta finally exits the CreArt building in search of a better network. Then he saw three security guards lying in the driveway, stairs and near the entrance. All he knew afterwards was that four men dressed in black and glasses had him as a crime suspect.

Were they the same people chasing him last night? Then, this guy named Dave is the mastermind? Who's Dave? The more Genta thought about it, the more lost he became in his own thoughts. Why are they after his life? What's wrong with her?

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