Brajamustis
Teo
Someone who yesterday showed the file to Teo, now back facing with the complete file.
Initially, the Dul Karim Action was recorded cctv, then in screenshots and clarified. After a clear appearance, his face was then matched with millions of population data by breaking into the KPU database by a computer expert Teo Subscription. Dul Karim ID card also appeared. The world is so narrow.
Teo clenched his hands until the sound of his bones rumbled. Then he hit the table.
BRAKK!
"Find him! and drag her here? But remember, don't kill. We need to know who the brains are."
"Every Boss."
***
Dul Karim is lying down. His wound was treated by his teacher with traditional herbs. There was a warmth of Dul Karim in the dim room of the wooden house that only relied on the lighting of a castor oil lamp. The warmth of the aroma of spices, the identity of the nation that has faltered if pharmaceutical drugs and chemicals that smell foreign. The wrinkled hands were so painstaking. He remembered his late father. He remembered his father's last words.
"Our fields you sell for your treatment? What will you eat?" Remember that Dul Karim's heart grimaced.
In addition to treating his father who was very ill, at that time he also intended to propose to Ratih.
Evening, Dul Karim fell asleep.
***
The next morning, in a corner of the parking lot of a building, a van of the same kind appeared in black color five men dashing like soldiers secret units with tactical clothes all black. The van drove, deep through the hustle and bustle of the city to a village where Dul Karim's house was located.
***
In a simple house with bamboo, Anto looked pensive at her brother's desk. Anto just graduated High School and now he has to accept reality. His father is dead, his mother only worked odd jobs as a washerman.
"Heah," Anto sighed regretfully. He still does not believe, his dream of becoming an architect must run aground. His mother came and told Anto to deliver the laundry that was dry and neat.
"Anto, take this to Bu Wiwin." Anto remained silent, he was engrossed in daydreams and his sense of disappointment. The mother understood and turned around. Anto remembered her brother who was in prison.
After delivering the laundry, the mother came back to Anto and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Emak could've sold your father's paddy field."
"No Mak," Anto replied cutting off his mother's speech.
"Anto wants to find work," Anto replied in a heavy tone. Which mother does not feel sad, when her smart favorite child must give up his dreams run aground.
GECK! GECK!
The sound of the door being knocked down by a rude hearing shocked Anto and her mother.
"Who the hell?" anto is not feeling well.
"Abdullah Karim! Quickly out," the voice of a man from outside the house made Anto and his mother look at each other incomprehensibly.
"Is there anyone at home?" continue that rude voice. Anto and his mother immediately headed for the front door and opened it. There were four tall, burly men staring fiercely. When Anto's mother did not understand, what business, the strangers were looking for his eldest son.
"I'm sorry, what's the need, Dul Karim hasn't been home for a long time, my son is in jail?"
"prisoned? Heh, bullshit, search!" said a man who stood at the very front among the other three.
"Shortly, briefly," Anto charged at those very disrespectful people.
"Mother, please answer correctly, where is Abdullah?"
"Sure sir, my son is in prison, just ask the same RT sir." The person who asked seemed clueless. How could a man in prison kill his boss on vacation.
"No boss,"
"Bring them up."
One of the men pointed a gun at the crowd.
"Surge! Don't interfere, tell Abdullah Karim, if he wants his mother safe, turn himself in immediately. Is this our address?" threaten the person while giving a piece of mana card to one of the people in the crowd.
"Be careful, don't try to report to the police, we won't hesitate to finish off the hostages."
The men soon passed, taking Anto and her mother away.
"Kasian yah bi Murti, no husband eh, his son dealing with the bad guys," said someone to someone else.
"Isn't Dul Karim in jail?"
"Well, let's go to RT?"
"Hey, don't report it."
"You didn't hear that before, which is not to report to the police, if RT report it's okay." People got excited about that incident.
***
Early in the morning Dul Karim was practicing silat. By ourselves. Even when he came out, his teacher was still asleep.
He wants to recover soon. The air is fresh, the trees are calm. Dul Karim felt his body so fresh. It has never been so fresh since he left his hometown and worked in the city.
***
Anto and her mother were locked up in a dark room.
***
The sun is starting to shine. Warm. His light was dazzling among the shady trees.
"Now try to hit the tree" said the Master, pointing to a tree in front of Dul Karim, "use the power of the blow." Dul Karim stared at the tree his teacher had pointed at.
"You should be able to. there's no need to let alone tarekat or jampi. You just need to concentrate." Dul Karim understood and started to concentrate. He took a deep breath and did a little warm-up. He gathered strength by turning two fists. It seemed that his muscles were hardened, his veins were also hardened and, with a single swift blow.
BRACKET!
The trunk of a tree as big as an adult's waist was badly damaged, as in the impact of an iron pendulum as big as a helmet.
"It should be more than that" murmured the Master.
"Now you go home" said the Master later. Dul Karim did not understand why his teacher said that.
"Heah, once the punch is used, the impact will continue to roll, like a fireball. Everything will burn, until it runs out. Finish your business to the end." Dul Karim so ketar-ketir himself. As Dul Karim knows, his teacher's instincts are sharp, even his teacher can tell the characteristics of a thief when someone who is lost asks for his help to find the perpetrator.
***
A surgeon appeared to be chatting with his partner after a bone operation.
"I can't believe it, which is possible Just with my bare hands, the person's jaw crumpled" the doctor said.
"What is possible, in this modern era there are still people who have Kanuragan science."
"What do you mean, Dr. Yahia?"
"I believe such power exists and can be learned." Doctor Yahya really makes his interlocutor confused.
"Don't bet your doctor's degree just for things you don't understand."
"Do you also understand, how to move a hundred tons of stone from the slopes of Merapi to the top of the hill? Then do you also know with what tools the people of the Old Age measured and carved the stones to become Borobudur temple?" Doctor Yahya silenced his interlocutor.
"The size and stack are very precise," continued Dr. Yahya then passed.