Morning Star
School Asset Warehouse
Angga who has received information from Satya is now meeting with his father to find out about what the next step is. Since it was impossible for him to take his own steps, he still had to report whatever information he had obtained.
“You really have to be careful Angga.” Pinta Pak Wira after Angga explained some of the information he got.
“He is a very heavy opponent is also dangerous! He is so sought after in several Southeast Asian countries because of his cases and strangely he is so easy to escape.”
Angga looked at his father in shock. “Southeast Asia?” Mr. Wira nodded as he rubbed his chin "just assume he is a ferret demon who is good at hiding his identity. My team is also digging up information about the possibility that there is a government person working with him.” Said Angga's father “and your task is only to find info do not cross the line, because it is very dangerous.” Angga nodded in taking his father's advice.
“Find out who the woman's connections are, and who her supervisors are. Because from there we will know who is the government under his control.” Angga nodded back to take his father's orders.
“And.” Angga looked at his father who had paused for a moment to talk, “don't get too close to ****** that.” Angga fell silent, for some reason there was a sick feeling hearing that. “Just use him for information, you already paid him very expensive.” Angga's father threw a document in front of him and he began to open one by one the paper, he was stunned after reading it.
“But I haven't passed.” He said slowly after knowing it was a document for post-graduate registration abroad.
“Yes, but soon you will graduate, and I want you to go to Aachen, Germany.” Angga tongue kelu, not because he does not like to study in the city where an **. Habibie who is his idol also graduated there, but because he was never able to decide what he wanted, always driven by his father. In his heart he wanted to be a journalist but his father wanted him to continue the construction company business that had spread its wings to all over Java. However, he still had to obey all his father's orders.
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“Halo Kejora, I've been in front of the pigeon gang 2”. Angga said by phone “I don't know which house, I wait in the bookstore ya” obviously Angga tried to read the name sign of the bookstore “eh book rental turned out.” error after reading clearly the signpost.
He pocketed his cell phone nailed to his jacket and stood waiting for Kejora, observing his quiet and orderly surroundings. She saw a mother who was piggybacking her child on a bicycle, saw the clothes worn seemed to want to Kindergarten, she smiled a little considering the moment of time ago which was only a moment but very impregnated. Angga grew up without knowing who his mother was and that made Angga hate his father.
But he could clearly remember there was a warm female figure and always hugged her when she was a child. I don't know what was the reason her father separated them, yang Angga knew something was going on between his father and someone who was an enemy in the business that then made his father separate the two and hide the identity of Angga as his son.
Only an excuse to protect himself is said from the mouth of Mr. Wira if Angga asked the hidden identity case, or his father will be angry and beat him especially when he always questioned the whereabouts of his mother, or his father will be angry and beat him especially when he always questioned his mother, then his days will be spent in confinement and blows, what a poor little Angga. Until growing up, Angga had never discussed both problems, he let time answer it.
No one knows if Angga is the son of Wiratmaja, the Governor and owner of a construction company in Central Java. Mr. Wira was originally only a reliable contractor who was good in completing the project, but in 2009 the president appointed Mr. Wira to run for Governor, and he managed to sit in the Governor's seat.
It was from there that Angga learned some information if his father had a case with his rival who was a fellow contractor and it made Angga's father remove himself and his mother from family members, changing his name from Awan to Angga.
And at this time the world only knows if Angga is only the child of the household assistant of Pak Wira family who was appointed and cared for by Pak Wira. Initially it was suspicious of the community, because Angga is similar to the son of Mr. Wira who died.
But the ability of Mr. Wira to make a scenario able to dismiss the suspicion, a car accident that is considered to take the lives of his wife and child. Then where is the existence of Mother Angga? Still a mystery, although Angga always tried to secretly find its existence.
“Waiting long?” ask someone and make Angga terbaru from his daydream, he smiled and shook his head. “you want to take me where?” ask again and Angga put both his hands into his pants pocket “entahlah, just want to continue our chat so that we know each other and you can trust me if I am not a fraud.” Clearly, Kejora smiled faintly at the explanation, she observed the man before her. Tall, skinny, tan-skinned mature with short hair model bangs combed back.
Interestingly, it was the first word that had appeared on his head when he saw Angga advancing from the participant's chair towards the stage. He did not expect to get a young man who was even his age.
“Hei? How silent?” Angga waved his hand towards the face of Kejora and made him shocked. “Hah? What?” see the Angga laugh “dreaming what?” tanyanya still laughs “I ask if you have eaten? Even daydreaming, without you answering I know you haven't eaten, right?” ledek Angga because of the daydreaming Kejora just snorted “what, I've eaten. Where are we going now?”
Angga pointed to the direction where the car was parked and they both walked there. “What Madam Den know about this?” asked Angga when they were both in the car, Kejora just nodded “emmm.., do you usually go with a guy who once hired you at night outside of work hours?” Asked Angga carefully afraid of offending, Kejora nodded again
“Tak often, like Madam said if outside working hours all depends on me, even though they pay dearly if I refuse, Madam will refuse” he explained and Angga nodded slowly “do I need to pay?” Hearing that Kejora turned to Angga who was waiting for an answer from him “do you need a bedmate?” Angga opened his eyes hearing that then turned his gaze to the car driver, Kejora smiled faintly looking at that.
“Aa..I didn't mean it.” His reply was stammered and Kejora just chuckled “I mean, who knows you have an appointment with those who used to pay you, and I interrupted your time it.”
Kejora shook his head to hear Angga's statement, “no, I am also bored at home. No one had ever taken me out except for that affair” obviously Kejora and Angga nodded understanding the meaning of the word and sighed somehow which made him suddenly feel nervous.
Angga turned on the car engine and drove his vehicle slowly down the road, they stopped at a fairly quiet location. Kejora looked at Angga confusedly, although there was no word said Angga understood the question Kejora “Just briefly” he said briefly, Kejora still put on a confused face.
“Quiet, I won't do anything bad to you.” Obviously trying to convince Kejora “ I just want to ask you something with a calm atmosphere, because I know Madam Den is not a random person. I'm afraid when we're in public, someone hears and it could harm you.” Kejora nodded in understanding and rounded his lips to form the letter O.
“You know Madam Den from when?” Kejora tilts her head trying to remember “ when I was 13 years old, year 2010 it looks like.”
Angga shocked “she sold you at that age? I mean you did that from that age?”
“Aaa..no, I was cared for and treated like his son then he started offering me the job when I was 18 years old.” There was a painful feeling hearing that, his hand clutching tightly at the steering wheel of the car. The goose breathes long air and exhales it slowly.
“Entah why it feels so heavy every listen to your story...” he said softly and attracted the attention of Kejora, he looked at the man beside him “then why did you ask about it?” tanyanya, Angga turned his head and laughed wryly “entah, kepo maybe”
Kejora was stunned to hear Angga's explanation, and Angga noticed the change in Kejora's face.
“Why?” ask him “you know where he is from? Who are you, exactly?” Angga scratched his forehead “ada my friend who can pry about it.” Obviously short “then why do you need me?” ask Kejora again.
“Because you're an insider and I need information about Madam Den's accomplices related to the government.” Obviously Angga brief “wait... who the hell are you?” Angga was silent for a moment.
“I'm a student, I'll show you my KTM if you don't believe” Angga opened the car drawer and grabbed his wallet handed him a thin card bearing the Student Sign Card of a state university in Yogyakarta.
“Then why would a student like you deal with someone like Madam Den? That's not something that students should do. It's a very dangerous thing, you already know about Madam Den, she can kill you like killing lice.”
Angga understood very well what Kejora meant, and he was not wrong about Madam Den who was so evil and dangerous, therefore he was increasingly convinced to help his father to capture him and his plot.
In addition, there was another reason for Angga, he wanted to free the shackles in the Kejora life. Hearing the story of Kejora, Angga knows Kejora is forced to live it all. “I want to close that illegal place.” He replied as if it was an easy thing to make Kejora laugh, “you have what power? Even the Governor was still doubtful about closing the place down! There is already evidence but in fact the place still stands.”
Angga was silent for a moment, “I also want to free you” "huh?" Kejora stares in shock at Angga “you mean?” Angga nodded “there is a feeling where I want you to live life like everyone else, like me. I know you hate your job.” Kejora laughs cynically hearing that “don't make up Sir!”
“I'm serious Kejora, maybe at this time I can not explain what power supports me for all this but rest assured, I want to free you”
“What I ask of it?” The Kejora starts to get dizzy with the real intent of Angga. “Wahai Mr. Angga, please do not pity my life.” He emphasized his last sentence.
Kejora leaned his body against the passenger seat and rubbed his temple then sighed.
“I'm really confused by all this. Honestly I still try to believe all that even though it makes no sense.” said Kejora after they were a few minutes silent to each other.
“This is a very dangerous thing, I emphasize it. If you can indeed protect me from the possibility of our ridiculous death, fine.” Hearing that Angga tilted his body facing the Kejora, he reached out his hand to shake hands, Kejora just stared then then understood Angga's intentions, he shook Angga's hand.
“I promise I will try my best to protect you." Kejora pulled back his hand and just sighed softly because he wanted to obey Angga to help his mission, at least he also tried to escape the entanglement of Madam Den.
"Emmm.. You like the cultural museum?” asked Angga and Kejora nodded slowly. "I want to take you there." They decided to go to a cultural museum.
“Again there is an event? Very crowded.” Kejora said seeing the location of the museum is very crowded. Angga grabbed his big carrying bag in the back seat, Kejora just thought what the man was carrying. Opens the contents of his bag and he picks up a DSLR camera and slides it into his body.
“I want you to accompany me to see the arts and culture festival here while chatting, if you don't mind.” Obviously Angga handed over an identifier to Kejora, the woman read the sign, she raised both eyebrows when reading ‘journalis’ in the description of the object, looking at Angga in disbelief.
“Why?” ask Angga when Kejora looks at him and the identification card alternately. “You're a journalist?” Angga realized something he had not told Kejora “aahh..I haven't told you yet? Just a moment while filling up free time. I'm just a freelance journalist from the local media who discusses public opinion about the art and culture of this city.”
Kejora just rounded his mouth, “will you publish about the club if your mission succeeds?” Angga shook his head, “no, it has nothing to do with my work as a journalist.” he explained smiling, Kejora saw some people wearing custom clothing costumes from various regions, he said, while some other groups are practicing choreography of dance movements that may be staged.
Kejora observed with a look of amazement, sometimes he smiled when he saw the elementary school child who was also a participant in training interspersed with small strokes when one of the members made a wrong move.
Angga observed the woman who walked beside him, seeing the smile on the woman's face there was a warm feeling running through her chest. “Beauty..” her mumble was slow and she threw away her glance a moment when Kejora turned towards her “what are you talking about?” “ahh no, I was just thinking do you want me to take a photo?” Kejora nodded happily “I want a photo in the middle of those who wear the lumping horse costume.” Appoint Kejora and approved Angga, he set up his camera lens and began aiming at Kejora who was offering to take a picture with the group of children.
Kejora smiled widely flanked by the group of children and Angga photographed it. Angga nodded and Kejora thanked them with a fist up, encouraging them to be excited and hopefully good for their performance.
“You happy?” asked Angga who kept seeing Kejora smile. “Emm” replied Briefly still with a smile on his face, again and again Angga made an erratic look at the sweet smile on the face of Kejora.
“Yes God, beautiful as your creation.” Inner Angga observed the look of ayu with a sweet smile on the face of Kejora.
“Angga?” Someone approached them and Angga greeted him when he found out who it was. “sedang covered too?”
"Ah..Yes.." Angga replied who was surprised because someone called him. Kejora just stood by Angga.
"You...?" Asked the person to Kejora with a probing gaze, making Kejora feel clumsy due to that sharp gaze.
"Have we met?" The question made Kejora panic and Angga realized it. Has he ever seen Kejora at that club? One thing that Kejora hopes, if he ever meets, that person does not realize what work Kejora is doing at the club.
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