Morning Star
Surprise of the Wound-Bringer

Angga looked at Kejora who became silent because of the event earlier. “You know Barra?” tanya Angga and Kejora only shook her head “but I know her father.” Obviously Kejora slowly and Angga shocked “Pak Baskara?” tanyanya and reciprocated nod by Kejora.

“Remember when I said, I'm just a waitress belonging to Madam Den that was reserved exclusively for someone? That person is Mr. Bas.” Angga was surprised to hear that, his heart seemed to be crushed by thousands of piercing and slashing spells.

Angga gripped tightly on the steering wheel of his car, “so ******** that old man is your client.” he said full of emotion because facing the reality if the person who had touched the body Kejora is an old man he knows.

Pak Baskara was a co-worker of Pak Wira's struggle when they were still partners in a jointly owned construction company. But Mr. Baskara often plays dirty and often even embezzles company funds that make Mr. Wira inevitably have to break the cooperation relationship, even though it is his best friend.

Until now it can not be avoided if Mr. Baskara really hates Angga's father, sometimes Angga think whether the problem is that makes his father hide his identity as his biological son, Angga, for fear of the possibility of unexpected things happening as an attempt at revenge.

“Does he have anything to do with Madam Den?” Kejora nodded again “I know about PT Wijaya Farma, because at that time I was with them.” Angga massaged his forehead, he began to put one by one puzzle pieces on his head.

So many people are associated with Madam Den, making her think if there is a big and forbidden business that they are running. Why does Madam Den have cooperation with pharmaceutical companies? Is the case still the same as the drug case in his pharmaceutical company in his home country? Then why until a Pak Baskara and Pak Bambang a former governor helped him? Is that the reason why Madam Den business is still running smoothly.

Angga took a breath then leaned back and closed his eyes “I hate to imagine the old man touching you!” he said still with the same position “ I take you home, I want to meet someone.” Kejora just kept quiet and nodded, all the way up to their Kejora house did not talk much, Angga was thinking about some possibilities about what they were planning, he compiled so many hypotheses on his head. Kejora felt the silence of Angga so disturbing his heart, sad because it had to tell a story that would hurt Angga's heart.

"Rest, I'm going." Angga said when they were really in front of the Kejora house alley, the girl sighed, wanting to say a lot of things but she was afraid, she was afraid if it was known Angga, she said, it will make it harder for him to forget his feelings.

“Satya, can you help me find a new business run by Baskara Kusuma? Besides construction company and sugar factory.” Angga said by phone when he finished taking Kejora to his house. “If it could be now.” he continued when he heard Satya explain his condition. “We met at home ya.” Angga hung up the phone and rolled the screen in his hand looking for other contacts and then dialed.  

“Where's the father?” Ask when connected “aku there can? Something to say.” Knowing his father is currently in the governor's office, there is a possibility that Angga is not allowed to go there. “baik 2 o'clock I went to Rumah” Angga saw his watch that still shows at 11 p.m. He thought for a moment, his plan for breakfast with Kejora was a complete failure, then he remembered something and sent a short message to Kejora.

Don't forget to eat, we failed to eat breakfast

Angga did his car home waiting for his father to come home from the governor's office.

***

“PT Wijaya Farma managed to be below us,” said Madam Den sipping slowly dark red drinks in her classroom, “for the Police Chief, how?” Ask a thick-bodied man who is Mr. Baskara. Madam Den smiled cunningly, “just look she will bend her knees to us, her card is in my hand, she will not be able to dodge.” He said and made Mr. Bas laugh with satisfaction.

“You guess what Vishnu Cahyadi is like, you know he is very anti-play dirty, especially the pharmaceutical company is always free from negative issues?” ask Pak Bas curious, because Vishnu Cahyadi is not an easy person to be invited to cooperate in this dark business.

“Do you give me the weakness of a long-sudder man? If not a beautiful young woman.” Said Madam Den “Kujakan him with a video of his bed with one of my children.” Continue while enjoying a glass of wine in his hand.

“Wait, not my sweet lady right?” Madam Den gulped her drink and coded her servant to pour her wine again “dia just for you” she explained making Mr. Bas smile widely.

“Don't give him to anyone, he's just mine.” Madam Den just smiled, “dia is for you but not entirely yours, you should be aware of that.” Obviously Madam Den made Pak Bas snort annoyed “you sold how much he was for me?” Hearing that Madam Den threw her drinking glass to the side of Mr. Bas made the old man shocked because the sound of the broken glass was thrown.

Madam Den stared intently to make Mr. Bas shrink his guts “do not pass the deal, do not cross my line because you remain under my control, and do not occasionally think my foster children are merchandise, I did make him serve you but he's not like ******* that you can freely buy out there.” Mr. Bas just stood still and gulped at the change in the woman's face.

Madam Den again received a glass of red wine handed over by her servant. “Baku material popiv will start peeling tomorrow through the port using yellow fin tuna belly. Make sure the warehouse in your factory is not suspected after I managed to take the contents of the fish's stomach.” Mr. Bas nodded “I have provided a special space for popiv manufacturing. Surely hidden and still looks like sugar processing.” Madan Den agreed.

"Good, don't forget to always update the info of the state secretary and the state of his son when you get in touch with him, because if I call him he'll bring up and keep asking about the antidote." Have Madam Den obeyed by Mr. Bas. "You just trust me, Miss Sandra."

***

“So? What's up?” Ask Angga's father when he enters the room and sees Angga sitting waiting for him. “What do you want to talk about?” Ask Angga's father while taking off his black suit and hanging him in his chair, he sits on the sofa right in front of Angga sitting, “ the owner of the club is really dangerous.” “ Are you backing down?” cut off Father Angga, and reply to the fast “not so, I want to report something you may not yet know.” Angga's father tilted his head staring confusedly at Angga.

“Madam Den is related to Mr. Baskara and Mr. Vishnu Cahyadi, also the ownership of the starynight is Mr. Bambang Haryono former governor before Father.” Angga's father rounded his eyes, though,

“Vishnu? Playing with them? If the Bambang I am not surprised, indeed from the beginning the person likes to play dirty.” Mr Wira rubbed his chin, “I need to research something, do you still want to continue this mission?” Angga nodded confidently, Mr. Wira nodded slowly “Madam Den has a pharmaceutical-based company in the Philippines, there is a possibility of a connection between Vishnu and him related to drugs, it could even be like the previous case, drugs.” Obviously Mr. Wira and greeted nod by Angga because he also suspected it.

“Even worse than that, he has a great network for his dirty business, because even though he always does throw a tantrum, he's very slippery to catch." Mr. Wira sighed then looked at Angga carefully making the young man in front of him become a little nervous, usually his father will stare like that if Angga does wrong.

“I want to ask, answer honestly." The slow but firm voice gave a hint of panic within Angga, his blood racing as if his father was about to raise a dangerous question. He could only swallow.

"Are you still in touch with ******* that?” Angga was stunned to hear his father's question, for a moment then nodded “dia my informant from inside club” he explained slowly, Mr. Wira looked at Angga “stay careful even though you believe him, however he is a member of them.” Angga shook his head “he agreed to help me because he wanted to be free from the woman's entrapment.”

Mr. Wira leaned back and supported his head with his left hand while loosening his tie “you remain vigilant, do not easily trust people.” Angga nodded at the advice of his father. There was a change in expression from the face of Angga's father as if remembering a moment that destroyed his trust, I don't know what it is, Angga did not understand. He just stared at the aging man just leaning his head while closing his eyes. "Well then I'll go back to Jogja." Mr. Wira nodded and let Angga go. "The more you believe in someone, the more it hurts when you're disappointed in him." Said Mr. Wira quietly, "and don't let you feel that too son."

"Lake in."

“Pak, we've found what you asked for.” Said Mr. Wira's aide, handing over a large wooden brown envelope. Mr. Wira opened slowly and opened one by one the sheet. Putting on a face as if not liking the contents of the map.

“I've guessed this has something to do with drugs. Popiv from OpiumZ.” Guman Pak Wira read every page of the sheet. “There is already a use? Did the sample start spreading?” Suman Pak Wira again when reading a report about a popiv user that shows the addiction phase.

In the report explained if they are users, using the drug because it thinks it is a brain and muscle supplement that helps the performance of the brain and muscles, and it is true.

For the beginning of the use of the user will get a great energy surge so that maximizing the performance of the brain makes the power of focus to the maximum and memory becomes good. Likewise for muscles, the maximum energy can be used like doping that can make the user not run out of energy.

But the next use, if not consume popiv, the body becomes weak and the brain is difficult to think well. Later extended use resulted in deteriorating body and brain function and almost resembled a zombie.

“This, you save first, now find out the relationship between Vishnu and Sandra.” Obviously Mr. Wira and obeyed by his adjutant. “And also, send an email to him. Does he know about this?” Adjutant Pak Wira looks confused, “Anita, ask her friend if Anita knows about this popiv.” Furthermore, Pak Wira saw the expression of his aide who was the best person of his trust as an information digger other than Angga.

Adjutant Pak Wira looks shocked because it has long heard the name of Anita out of his upper mouth. After his aide left, Mr. Wira looked pensive while propping up his chin. “Anita...” the gum is slow and a small smile.

flashback

“I have to go, I don't want them to find our son.” Obviously a woman looks frantically packing her things.

“Anita, then what about me and Cloud?” Obviously the man in front of him but the woman still packed some of his things.

“I've been awaited. I'm sorry Wira, I have to go, this is all for my safety, you and Awan.” Clearly looking at the man with teary eyes, The man simply fell silent.

“When they come, throw me out as if you and I were nothing.” Obviously the woman made the man sigh long as if heavily following the will of the woman.

“Please..” continued to hold the man's hand and kiss him slowly, then the man nodded.

Heavy, he did not expect if all this time his favorite wife was a daughter of the last chairman of the great clan of the Hebrew Horse, who does not know the Hebrew Horse? Clans that have great influence, the story of those who were once descendants of the ancient Majapahit King who once ruled the archipelago. Anita runs away with her nanny during a major rebellion from within the clan, her uncle who is the younger brother of her father wants the seat of power to make treason and mess up.

Now the matter is over and Anita's father is in need of an heir, so Anita is looking for the only child of the last head of the clan. “Do you really have to continue that power?” Anita then nodded “if not, me, you, our son even all the clan members will die because there is no leader.” Wira was surprised to hear that, “why?” “what is a sailing ship for if there is no captain? And what's for the ship if she doesn't sail? Better to drown. That is our motto.”

Wira rubbed his face “then what about the Clouds? They already know me, what should I do?” Anita peeked through the window before walking over.

“Replace the name and remove it from the family list. Let's start they've arrived.” Anita immediately came down followed by Wira and after the main door was opened there was a quarrel that they had planned.

“Go from my house! I wouldn't have a wife like you! You're a liar, I didn't expect you to fool me all this time.” Jerk the Hero towards Anita who sat down and then approached by some people who stood outside the fence “don't you come back!” Anita was assisted by the herd of people then one of them stood staring at Wira.

“Do not.." Anita grabbed the end of the bodyguard's suit, "don't hurt her, please.” Anita pleaded.

“But Madam, your husband treats you badly.” Anita shook her head “dia is no longer my samu.” The slashed feeling of extreme pain could only be hidden with the angry face of the Hero, lamenting the fact that they had to part this way just because of his wife's family clan, Anita.

Wira wiped her tears that dripped when she saw the car driven by Anita drove away, tears that were very rarely seen, dripping from the eyes of a Wiratmaja Pratama. Tears were dripping from the loss of his beloved woman, his wife.

end of flashback

Mr. Wira let out a long sigh considering the mass that became the big secret of his life. Pak Wira knew about the power of the Kuda Sembrani clan, indeed the clan was not accessible in general by the community.

He managed to find out because he wanted to know the latest news from his wife who currently holds the full power of the clan and is married to one of the clan members to prepare the heir.

Heartbroken Mr. Wira knowing it, he survived with his solitude after his wife left to assume the duties as the new clan leader. But, it turns out that the beloved wife is already owned by someone else. That's what makes him hate and love his ex-wife.

The hero smiled wryly and then put back a small box containing a photo of him and his ex-wife with Awan his son who is now Angga registered as a foster child that he raised from his assistant.

The world only knows if the son and wife of Mr. Wira died due to a major accident, although Angga knows the truth if his mother is not dead, he left because he was expelled by his father. At that time he saw because of the quarrel which was a charade his parents woke him up.

The 8-year-old girl could only cry staring at the quarrels of her father and mother, she did not understand why her parents had to separate from each other. His mother left him and his father. Growing up without a mother figure, made him a quiet and cold man. The reality of the Angga family is completely unknown to Angga.

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