The Energy Of Love 2
Lucky Ducky's

Lefia frowned when she heard the bell ringing. The woman in a veil of salted egg color walked towards the main door. Before he opened the door, Lefia first peeked out from the small hole in the door, making sure who was coming. Because he remembered Fira's message to carefully receive guests since Henry's disappearance. One of his eyes saw a small hole, and a young man was standing at the door.

There was nothing suspicious about the young man, as he looked neatly dressed like people wanted to apply for a job. Plus the young man was carrying a bag and in his arm was clamping a map.

"Bu Fira seems to have a lot of workers, but that's how anyone would want to apply for that job?" lefia thought.

Fira's personal assistant opened the door. Lefia looked at the young man from the tip of her hair to her shoes. Her small nose was slightly sniffing, presumptuously smelling a suspicious scent. While the young man was even nervous and looked at himself as Lefia looked seriously at him.

"Assalamu'alaikum, good morning, is this Miss Fira's house?" greet the young man.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, yes. You who?" Lefia glanced cynically at the young man dressed in a white shirt.

"I'm Lucky ..."

Lefia brought her right hand to her ear. "What's? Ducky?"

"Astagfirullah, who is this girl? Noisier," the young man murmured.

Lefia wanted to carry out the task ordered by her boss in order to carefully receive the unknown guests. However the young man seemed to be annoyed towards Lefia, as it was welcomed not wearing.

"Lucky, Mommy. L-u-c-k-y's chat. Not daki! I'm that cool, what? My man is handsome and cute gini really," he protested.

"Who said you were climbing? Ducky, d-u-c-k-y. It's the Indonesian duck language" Lefia chirped.

"Eh, the mama hitched a brawl, yeah. The handsome face of gini is likened to a duck. Some ducks are English Duck's not ducky!"

"Well, your name fits so Lucky Ducky."

"Hmm, be patient, this is the test of a new person's work," Lucky's inner.

"Would you come here?" ask Lefia.

"Yes, you want to apply for a job, Ma'am. Time to hang out" Lucky replied.

"Oh, I guess you want to sell. It's more suitable to be sales that way."

Lucky again sat in annoyance. "this is who the hell? If you say like cayenne pepper pedes very."

"Applying for what job?" ask Lefia again.

"Astagfirullah, patience. Applying for a job as a bimbel teacher for his children Bu Fira, Ma'am," Lucky replied. The young man exhaled in order to remain patient and calm.

"Oh, speaking of dong from earlier. Yeah, I did, please come in."

For the umpteenth time Lucky muttered, "how do you want to talk? I was suspected of continuing."

Lefia invites Lucky to sit on the living room sofa. Lucky was amazed to see the grandeur of this house. Aesthetic atmosphere complete with luxury and modern goods. Even so, he still felt nervous because this was the first time applying for a job as a bimbel teacher. Lucky took a breath to calm down.

It didn't take long to wait for Fira. The owner of the magnificent house was present in the living room. Fira sits on a single sofa, opposite Lucky. On the other hand, Lucky greeted kindly while paying homage to Fira. But it seems like Fira feels something strange when she sees Lucky.

"I think I've seen you?" thought Fira.

"Ear, Mom. At that time, Mom and two men visited Best Istanbul Restaurant" Lucky said.

"Oh, yes, yes. That's me with my husband and my sister. So, you're here to apply for a job as a dumbbell teacher for my kids?"

"Yes, Mom. I no longer work at that restaurant. I'd like to channel English and French skills to Mom's children."

"Oh, so. You're really a graduate at the University of Toronto, huh?"

"Yes, but I'm in music school. I am only interested in being a language teacher. If music is my hobby, hehehe. Fira's mom can check out my YouTube broadcast that talks about English and French in Canada."

"Oh, that. Actually I also not only need a teacher bimbel language anyway, but other lessons, like mathematics and others. Which certainly fits the subject matter in Canada. Since it was you who came first, yes, I accept that you work here. But, you have to sign the agreement file between me and you, because since my husband is gone, I have to be careful of new people" explained Fira.

"Good, Mom. I need this job, in addition to being able to channel my language skills, can also increase the cost of my brother's facial surgery" said Lucky.

"Your sister? Why his face?" ask Fira.

"My brother that's ..." Not yet had time to explain, Lucky's conversation was paused by Fira.

"Lefia, please get me the paperwork for a private tutoring job in my study, please" Fira told her personal assistant.

"Snack, Mom." Although Lefia was nowhere to be seen, her voice was loud and answered Fira's orders.

The quiet atmosphere in the living room. Fira kept looking back while waiting for the arrival of her assistant. Lucky looked at the map containing his education diploma. The young man was relieved and happy to be accepted to work as a language teacher.

Lefia rushed into the living room while carrying a piece of work deal. He approached Fira and handed Fira a work agreement. Lefia did not forget to give a ballpoint pen to Fira. Fira accepted it.

After reading the contents of the work deal, Fira gave a sheet of paper and ballpoint pen to Lucky. Before signing the work agreement, Lucky first read carefully the contents of the work agreement. The sapodilla-skinned young man nodded, understanding the contents of the work agreement. Lucky's right hand then signs on the paper that has been stamped.

"Your schedule to teach is enough three times a week. You see, I also think about the schedule for other teachers bimbel," said Fira.

"Well, Mom," said Lucky.

"That means he's accepted for work, ma'am?" ask Lefia.

"Yes, let Zayn, Zema and Alira not mess around. If asked Mama to learn, it's very difficult, even though they don't go to school" replied Fira.

"Yes, I was told to do it with me-there was a reason. But, I guess Ducky, uh, Lucky's gonna be a home gardener."

"Lephi!" reproof Fira.

"Hehehe, kidding, Mom. Rather than straining just, make mummies continue."

Fira confirmed the sitting position while looking seriously at Lucky. "Lucky, start work tomorrow, yeah. Oh, yeah, did you say you had a sister? What's your sister sick? Until I want a facial surgery?"

"Ready, Mom. Emm, my brother's a bad face, ma'am. There are injuries" Lucky explained.

"Oh, so. Okay, you now go home, tomorrow the preparation teaches my children. Don't forget eight o'clock in the morning. Thank you for being a bimbel teacher to my children."

"Good, Mom. I also thank you for being accepted to work here. Thank God I can help my brother. Then I say goodbye, Mom. Assalamu'alaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh."

"Wa'alaikumsalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh."

Lucky nodded respectfully first to Fira, then the young man walked to the main door. Lefia opens the door, making it easier for Lucky to get out of the house. However Fira still sat in silence while thinking about something. Hearing Lucky's words about her brother earlier, made Fira come to her husband's mind.

Fira membatin seraya. "How are you doing, Henry? Are you healthy or sick? Oh God, how long is Henry gonna disappear like this? My mind's always messing around, worried Henry why-why there."

***

Fira gathered with her three children in the living room. Zayn, Zema and Alira lay on the carpet watching cartoons on television. On the other hand, Fira sat on the sofa. His right hand holds the device, much media coverage of Henry. There is good news and there is good news.

Fira saw a lot of incoming messages on her Instagram account. Many messages came from followers on Fira's Instagram account, they suggested that Fira clarify the loss of Henry. Because, the news about Henry is confusing. But Fira chose to stay at home because her current mood was like a tangled thread.

"From tomorrow there are teachers who teach Zayn, Zema and Alira English and French. Not on males, yes," said Fira.

"There was a teacher soon, Ma. Zayn wanted a break from studying" Zayn protested.

"Zayn, don't dong. If you don't learn, there's no science you have."

"Since Papa's gone, Zayn's also lost his spirit of learning, Ma."

Fira was stunned to hear Zayn's words. The woman understood the feelings of her three children. It had only been a few months to feel the happiness of having a papa connected, but now they were shocked by the loss of the father. Surely the souls of those children were shaken from having to accept this harsh reality.

"Zayn, Zema and Alira still remember Papa's message, right? Papa said that his children should study hard. Mama knows how you feel, but let this be an adult affair, son. You are quite diligent in learning and praying for Papa to meet quickly," said Fira.

"There's a bad, yes, same family?" ask Zayn.

Fira replied, "this case is still being investigated. Mama also does not know who wants to mean evil to us. If it's true that someone wants to be evil to our family, hopefully soon get the payback."

"May Papa be fine there. Zayn, Zema and Alira kangen Papa."

The ringing of the Fira's device rang, there was an incoming call from Ammar. Fira then picked up the phone from the chief detective. He hopes that Ammar will find evidence and facts about Rafi.

"Hello, Mrs. Fira," said Ammar.

"Yes, how, Mr. Ammar?" ask Fira.

"I'm asking you to send me an old photo of Rafi" Ammar replied.

"Indeed, Rafi's Instagram account doesn't have any photos?"

"Not so, Rafi's Instagram account was private. I have also asked friends to follow Rafi's Instagram account. I had a plan to hack Rafi's Instagram account, but it was a foul and presumptuous act. So, for the time being, I want an old photo of Rafi, definitely her face is still the same as the current one."

"Yes, right now I'm sending Rafi's old photos to you."

The conversation between Fira and Ammar on the phone ended. Jemari Fira deftly presses LINE app, then he looks for LINE Ammar contacts. Now his fingers surf the photo gallery to find old photos of Rafi while in Singapore.

Fortunately, Fira still keeps a photo between herself, Henry and Rafi in Garden By The Bay. The photo was successfully sent to LINE Ammar contacts. As soon as possible Ammar read the incoming message from Fira.

There is an oddity on Rafi's Instagram account that suddenly locked. That means only people who follow can see the contents of Rafi's Instagram account. Fira's curiosity was stirred. Now his fingers are surfing on Rafi's Instagram account. True, the account is locked. Fira has difficulty seeing the contents of Rafi's Instagram account. It is impossible for him to follow Rafi.

"Why did Rafi lock her account, huh? Suspicious as hell," murmured Fira, "oh, yes, I haven't arranged a meeting time with Sarah."

An incoming message from Reza appears at the top notice. Fira then quit the Instagram application. The message came in from the private lawyer.

The Fairuz Reza Gibran

[Bu Fira is now at the Toronto police station to be questioned. I am working with the police in Toronto and Indonesia. For police in Indonesia is still in the stage of contacting there.]

Annisa Maghfira

[I'll go to the police station immediately. Thank you, Mas Reza for the information.]

It just so happened that Lefia was passing through the middle room to the kitchen. Fira got up from the sofa while tidying herself up.

"Lefia, tell Mr. Irwan to drive me to the police station in Toronto, now," Fira ordered.

Lefia nodded. When Lefia wanted to go to the kitchen, she expressed her intention to call her husband to take Fira to the police station.

"Oh, uh, ma'am."

***

Ammar and two friends got out of the car. Ammar's signature style always ties his blond hair. Even though his face is fierce but he has a shining face. His burly hand took off the glasses perched on his eyes. He looked up at Rafi's classic distro building. The distro was quite crowded.

The thick, sexy corners of the lips grinned. On his chin there was a thick enough crack. He can't wait to carry out his mission is to find hard evidence of Henry's disappearance. The soul of the actor in playing a role unknown to people, increasingly turbulent.

But when Ammar was about to go to the door of the distro, a girl in an old brown hijab accidentally hit Ammar's shoulder. What surprised Ammar was the hoddie jacket he was wearing so wet because of a glass of water. Ammar's emotions begin to ignite, but when the man sees the girl's pretty face, he undoes the intention to fuss with the girl. From the face of the girl it seems to still be a native of Canada. Just like Ammar who is Canadian, even though he has a mixture of Batak Lubis blood.

"Oh, sir, I'm sorry" said the girl. (Oh, sir, I'm sorry.)

"This time I forgive you but next time you walk be careful, don't rush," said Ammar. Luckily, Ammar carried the tissue he put in his pocket. Soon he might wipe the washcloth with a tissue. (This time I forgive you but next time you walk carefully, don't rush.)

"I'm sorry, indeed I am in a hurry because soon there is a meeting with my friends." (I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry because there will soon be a meeting with my friends.)

"Okay, no problem. Have a nice day." (OK, no problem. Have a nice day.)

"Thank you, sir. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa-wa'alaikumsalam."

The girl dressed in the long brown coat went by. Ammar's gaze could not be separated from the girl's body. Recently he found a Muslim girl whose hijab stuck out her back. Because during Ammar's stay in Toronto, only met hijab-wearing girls and sexy girls.

"So polite she is. Usually other girls rarely wear assalamu'alaikum when saying goodbye. But he is different. Who is he, huh? I'm a fool I didn't ask his name, "inner Ammar.

"Mrs. Ammar, do you want to work or find a mate?" said one of his friends who was also blonde. (Sir Ammar, do you want to work or find a mate?)

"Ah, I'm sorry. Okay, let's continue our mission," said Ammar. (Ah, I'm sorry. Okay, let's continue our mission.)

The three men then entered the distro. Like the general buyer, Ammar and two friends split into another room. They are not there like they are investigating, just looking for clothes and then bought. It's true said Ammar, running the task as a detective requires a large fee, this is one of the reasons, namely being a buyer who buys clothes. For that, Fira must be available nominal money that is quite fantastic for this detective team. Luckily Fira didn't mind the big cost.

While choosing men's clothes, Ammar had a glance around, no nose stem Rafi appeared. Ammar sighed as he had to be patient to wait for Rafi to appear here. Starting from looking for a choice of men's clothing to try it in the fitting room, Ammar actually found the right clothes for his athletic body. Ammar got two sets of clothes to buy. Likewise with two friends who have found fitting clothes.

Ammar glances back lurked, but in the distro as usual, there was no suspicious scent let alone awkwardness. When Ammar and his two friends were at the cashier, they were served by Lena who was guarding the cashier. Ammar was stunned, during his stay in Toronto, recently he found a cashier was still a girl and a Muslim woman as well. But he did not want to bother. Ammar remained focused on his reconnaissance to Rafi.

On the sidelines wrapping clothes bought by Ammar and two friends, Lena's device suddenly rang. Lena asked her customers for a minute to pick up the phone from someone. Luckily Ammar and his two friends did not bother about it. Lena also called with a distance still close to Ammar. While Ammar relaxed while hearing the girl's talk.

"Hello, Bang Rafi, what's wrong? I'm still guarding the cashier" said Lena.

"What's? How did Rafi go to the Philippines? Rush too? What's the business?" Lena asked Rafi a question.

"Oh, there's a family event. I'm not invited, Bang, hehehe. Okay, Bang, be careful, yeah. Oh, yes, Brother Rafi didn't go to the Philippines?"

"Oh, that's it. Okay, greetings to Abang Rafi's family there, yes. Wa'alaikumsalam warahmatulli wabarakatuh."

That's how Lena had a conversation with Rafi on the phone. Ammar who had listened to the conversation of two people was surprised. He did not expect that Rafi had gone to the Philippines. That means Rafi's not here. But Ammar sniffed as if he smelled the aroma of awkwardness towards the departure of Rafi in the Philippines.

A pair of Ammar's eyes were presented with a photo of Rafi on the wall. Ammar walked slowly while looking near the photo of Rafi and the description of the photo. He wears glasses so he can read the writing. It says Rafi Jensen as the owner of RafJens Distro. There is another small writing, Ammar also squinted his eyes to read the writing. Apparently Rafi was born Lumajang on the eleventh of May. Rafi is still of Filipino and Indonesian blood. And there's a lot more information.

"Sir, it's your clothes and your friends are already packed" Lena said. (Sir, this is your clothes and your friend's already packed.)

"Oh, yes, thank you, Miss," said Ammar.

"I hope you are satisfied shopping here." Lena handed him a paper bag containing the clothes that Ammar and his two friends had bought. (I hope you are satisfied shopping here.)

"Is he the owner of this shop?" ask Ammar. (Is he the owner of this shop?)

"Yes, Sir. He is Rafi Jensen's. I mean Abang is brother. But, he is not my brother," replied Lena. (Yes, Sir. He's Rafi Jensen's brother. I mean Brother is an older brother. But, he's not my brother.)

"Oh, so."

"You can speak Indonesian?" Lena was immediately surprised by Ammar's words fluent in Indonesian.

Ammar nodded. "Yes, I'm a fusion between Canadian and Batak Lubis."

"Oh, hehehe."

"Your boss is in the Philippines, huh?" ask Ammar again.

"To be precise he's not my boss, hehehe. I am also a business friend. This means that Bang Rafi and I can be models for this product. Brand ambassador. Emm, Bang Rafi is having a family event in the Philippines. Her mother is Filipino" Lena explained.

"Oh, okay, then me and my two friends say goodbye."

"Thank you for visiting this distro, sir."

When Ammar and his two friends came out of the distro. Ammar took off those clear glasses. The three men rushed into the car. In the car, Ammar took a stainless pen and clear glasses from his jacket pocket. Ammar smiled as he managed to record something he got today.

"This is still the first step. But I am quite happy. Did you guys get anything?" ammar.

"Of course, my shoes are also sophisticated for recording things" said one of his blue-eyed friends.

"It seems we also invited a detective friend in the Philippines to find out Rafi," proposed another friend, a short-haired but blonde man.

Ammar wears sunglasses while looking at the street. "Hmm, Rafi's a pretty familiar person. We are not only asking for help from detective friends in the Philippines, but also in Indonesia."

***

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