The Story Behind the Curtain
The Other Side of the Ruler

Three days before the meeting of Bima and Erli, all Safwan guards were ordered to tighten housekeeping. Coincidentally Rojak and Bima on that afternoon got a night assignment.

“Do you have any WNA guests, again?” bima asked while smoking a cigarette.

“Looks,” replied Rojak without turning his eyes away.

“This sleepless balance is us,” said Bima while stepping on the nipple.

“Lo yes, menggeluh muluk his work. Thank you and enjoy everything in your life!” rojak advised.

“Udah every day I am grateful,” says Bima Lazy.

“They're here, Bang!” point at Bima with her chin.

All members of security stood firmly to welcome the car that entered the courtyard of Safwan's house.

“Well, why an ambulance? Madam is sick again, Bang?” whisik Bima lirih's.

“Diem!” rojak Lirih.

Bima momentarily silenced her mouth and focused her gaze staring at the 3 cars that had just arrived. The man's netra glared at the sight of Erli's figure being carried out from the ambulance and most surprisingly, he heard Safwan's personal doctor's remarks that alluded to baby E status.

So, she already has a child? Her thought.

“Bim, call the new boy here!” Rojak repeated his words twice.

However, his words were not heard by Bima, even his friend was still stunned by biting his right fingernail.

“Bima fast!” squeak Rojak beside the ears.

Bima's reflex ran, when she was conscious; her footsteps stopped and her head turned back.

“Aah shit!” maki Bima to herself.

“Pe’ak, I told Lo to call Yunho here.” Rojak frowned.

This is my chance to investigate that woman. He was right Erli who I know is not the inner Bima who is still walking down the back garden.

Bima's efforts to take a detour to the security room were not in vain. At first glance he heard Safwan's henchmen chatter calling Erli's name and had to be closely guarded.

That means he is indeed the Erli I knew 9 years ago. Jeez Erli, we were met in this difficult situation. Bima resumed his steps towards the security staff room.

***

Sure enough, the one who walked up to them was Safwan—one who had great control in their lives.

“You come with me!” safwan said with a heavy voice.

With a heavy heart Bima and Rojak followed his boss who entered the library room. When entering the room a gripping aura seemed to give an atmosphere of tension, plus the sharp eyes of Safwan seemed to send hundreds of married knives from all directions.

“Why don't you guys sit down?” Take out the cigar and its tinker.

Sontak Bima and Rojak threw a glance, not getting a response from his bodyguard Safwan threw his cigar lighter. The sound of falling objects made the two people startled, but their faces remained calm despite the worries.

“You think you can fool me by switching the surveillance cameras in this house,” Safwan said flatly.

“It's my fault, Sir. Mr. Rojak was not involved in this,” said Bima while kneeling in front of Safwan's desk.

Safwan pulled the corner of his lips and smrik was seen on the face of the 63-year-old man.

“I don't like sycophants.” Seeing Bima for a while and then turn off the cigar that he had been smoking.

“Give Bima a chance to correct his mistake, Mr.” Rojak pleaded with my face.

Bima and Rojak were aghast to see his boss giving so much money.

“For what is this, Mister?” asked Rojak with a head that looked up slightly.

“Kill him now!” safwan.

The old man got up from his seat and moved closer to his two main bodyguards.

“You are unable to carry out my orders?” safwan asked with his left hand on his waist.

Hearing Safwan's orders, Bima glanced at Rojak and gave a small nod, a nod to Bima gesturing that she agreed to his boss's words. He was very understanding of Safwan's principles, for 4 years he devoted himself that's why he understood the character of Safwan who does not like to be denied.

“Quick do, Bang!” bima lirih said.

“No I disagree with his orders this time!” firmly Rojak with his head looked up at his boss face.

“Stupid! If you don't do it, you'll die too. What about Fatma?” decit Bima with bulging eyes.

Rojak crawled and groveled pleading for leniency for Bima— - the person he had always considered his own sister.

“Then you're the one I killed instead!” Smile with close lips.

“Yes, kill me!” rojak without regrets.

“Ha-ha-ha ..” Safwan laughed out loud at the look on his bodyguard face.

Of course the two men were surprised, because Safwan laughed freely without burden. During this time his boss was always tense and disciplined, especially Safwan never laughed like that even though there was something very funny.

“Gosh, just this time I saw your stupid faces. How many of you work with me?” point at Safwan with a bare face.

“Four years Sir,” replied Bima after her boss asked questions.

“If you?”

“Nine years,” sahut Rojak kalem.

Safwan patted Rojak and Bima on the shoulder simultaneously.

“I didn't think you'd betray me. You released my captive and were calm before me, you have more than one life, huh?” Safwan cut off the tip of his cigar and immediately aimed his tinker at the end of the cigar.

***

Rafan laid his body on the front hood of his car. His face was facing the vast black sky decorated with gorgeous glowing stars.

“You should love doing this,” said Rafan slowly while keeping both his hands under his head.

Still struggling with his mind, suddenly Rafan's phone rings. Soon he reached into his inner jacket pocket and the messy-haired man rubbed his face rough when he saw an unknown phone number calling him.

“Halo ...,” greet Rafan friendly.

“Can I speak to the owner of this phone?” the taxi driver was across the phone.

“Iya my own, anything I can help?” rafan asked chuckling.

“What? Where is your current position?” A few seconds ago Rafan pecked as a result of a statement from someone.

“Good, wait for me there. Remember not to go anywhere!” rafan's message.

Rushing Rafan down and driving his moil defended the highway crowded with vehicles.