MARRY MY LOVER'S BEST FRIEND
CHAPTER 18

While I was hoping and Rayi was lying in front of the TV, we installed an application to find out the identity of the caller and the results were nil. According to Detective Rayi, it was likely that the number was only used to contact me, evident after calling me my number, the number was always inactive. I tried to contact her using Rayi's number but she was still inactive.

"He'll have another number one, just like this number you blocked," Rayi reminded me.

Nimblely looking for my finger from the call history. Somewhat long because of the stacking of new calls. Rayi who was originally lying down grew impatient and finally sat down. The number we found and the info from the application number was saved with the name 'Junior Boss', 'CEO', 'Pak Boss','Ganteng Boss','My Idol' and gosh why all just pinning positions and no one keeps contact with his name.

Rayi and I looked at each other and we laughed together. The save with the name of 'Bos Ganteng' and 'My Idol' must be his work of flirtatious and high wishful thinking through the sky to be able to be with the man.

"He is like Lord Voldemort, his name is not to be called" Rayi said as she was bearded and peeling.

"Just a Harry Potter toy," I protested, recalling Rayi with a less present taste.

The clues are still not strong, all we do is roll left and right and the brain just goes around in circles and can't find an answer. Suddenly Rayi sat down and picked up her phone. He typed the number on his phone and he made a call.

"What's wrong? You want to ask you to call me?" he said so answering a call from Rayi.

"Do you know who I am?" asked Rayi in a defiant tone.

"You're Rayi Danasti, Kasih's cousin, a close friend right?" the man replied in a very calm voice.

Rayi hurriedly ended the call. We sat down and looked at each other. Maybe there's a point in him spying on us, even if he knows Rayi's full name. The more curious we are to uncover who he is. By venturing out and trying to control his nervousness. Rayi called back.

"Can we meet?" asked Rayi to vent.

"We will meet at the right time, "he replied, which always raises new puzzles.

Rayi and I were frustrated by themselves. If we go to the village and ask my parents to bring us together, I'm afraid my parents misunderstood me and thought I was accepting this match. Long time we think while cooking instant noodles sauce with egg ceplok and sliced chili. Even until we finished eating, the idea didn't come up.

"The hope is only one" Rayi said as she patted her already full stomach 

"What tuh?" I asked while blowing my mouth because of the spiciness.

"We'll kidnap Mr. Marto if he goes to town. If he doesn't want to help, we torture him" Rayi said, clenching his hands.

"Good pshyco-style, no need to act anarchist like that, asked nicely Mr. Martonya," I said while patting his forehead.

I then asked Rayi to contact Rinto, Pakde Marto's son to let us know if Pakde Marto had any events to the city. All have been fixed, we just have to wait for info from Rinto and run Plan B.

"Why is it Rinto?" rayi asked while closing his phone.

"Why?" I asked, although it really doesn't matter.

"Pakde Marto's wife is Rini, so Rini-Marto is called Rinto" Rayi said as she walked home leaving me unable to stop laughing.

"We work dong" I said protesting.

"Decent adultery, family interests," Rayi suggested with his leisure.

"It can be the same HRD if the family's interests continue to permit, at least three days before the permit," I said explaining the rules of leave and permit.

"Yawis, mbolos wae. At most, we get a reprimand. Not directly SP-3," said Rayi.

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Seen from a distance Pakde Marto got off the bus with a slight stagger. Maybe he just woke up. Rushing me and Rayi chasing, then flanking Pakde Marto then slightly pulled him to follow us. Pakde Marto tried to rebel.

"Lho, Rayi? A favor? What are you two doing? Pakde was dragged by wis koyo begal wae" Mr Marto said frantically as he reached out to our ears.

"Our grandfather just wants to ask questions important," I said while rubbing my ears that felt hot due to Pakde Marto's jewelry.

"Yes sing politely, Kulo nuwun first, salim first. Play pull aja. You think Pakde is wedhus?" said Pakde nagging that actually makes us laugh.

I then asked Pakde about father and mother. Relieved to hear the news that they are fine even though sometimes sadness appears on their faces. Mr. Marto asked me to go back to the village, sit down and talk about everything. You once expressed regret to Mr. Marto, but the prestige father to apologize and contact me first. He was afraid of his self-esteem and his wribal fall, the ego of a father and a leader. I asked about the man. Mr. Marto admitted that he often met him but all without planning. They just happened to meet, and Pakde Marto did not know about the house or his phone number. And that answer disappointed me. How could you match me with a mysterious man like this.

But according to Mr. Marto he is a good boy, polite and friendly. One village knew that their family was wealthy and knew him by the name of Mas Sur.  Mas Sur was also from the village. Mas Sur and I have been good friends since long time ago, I was accepted to work in a bank and Mas Sur then wander and work on a cruise ship. He has also worked in several hotels abroad, especially in Southeast Asia. From the money his work, Mas Sur is trying to open a homestay in the coastal area and over time growing rapidly and have a star hotel.

"Whose name is his son?" I'm going to Pakde Marto

"Aduh, Pakde often forgets. " replied Pakde while trying hard to remember.

'But he has his picture, right?" rayi asked trying to satisfy his curiosity.

"Make what, nduk pakde nyimpen his picture? Lha wong he is also not a photo model," replied Pakde relaxed but enough to provoke Rayi's emotions.

"Come on, not a model photo. But photocopies," Rayi replied in alarm.

"If you want to know more for sure, you go home. Just ask your parents. Yes wis Pakde want to continue first, many want to be bought," Pakde said while cleaning his luggage.

We then saluted Mr. Marto and kissed his hand. I went home and told him not to tell you about this meeting. But when we were on the bike, Mr. Marto shouted at us and pointed at a man wearing a sport bike with a leather jacket and a fullface helmet.

"i nduk, putrane Mas Sur," said Pakde Marto.

The man just waved at us as he continued on. We tried to chase it, but what is the power of the motorcycle matic when compared to the sport bike.