Gold And Diamond
Part 76 "Pupus"
"Assynogaal?"
"Yes. What was? Who?" yell the owner from inside. Trying to step out.
"I want to ask, did Masnya know the news of the owner of this house called Kafil Jaan?"
"After handing over all the files and money, I don't know anymore. From the beginning of the sale of this house through intermediaries. I don't understand, unless the owner of this house is on a drug case. My son and father got all of that. Wanna?"
"That's what I understand."
"If asked more, sorry I don't understand."
"Possible phone number?"
"Nothing. Seriously. I'll guess I'm covering something up."
"Mas, let me ask you a favor, yeah." Vey's thinking something. He showed me the phone number.
"Whose number is that?"
"Mas, I'm asking you to please just. Please call this number."
The man complied with Vey's request.
📞"Hello, I want to deliver the package. Could you please give me the address now. Can be sent via chat."
📞"Hello, a package from whom?"
The man kept the phone away for a moment. Whispering to Vey. "Mbak, man. Ask from whom."
"From Nania in Pesantren Mahbubah."
📞"From Nania. The sender is Pesantren Mahbubah. I'm still traveling. Please give me a clear address."
📞"Yes I'm shareloc."
📞"Don't shareloc, Mas."
📞"Okay."
"So that's Kafil's number. I know very well his voice," inner Vey.
"That's helped a lot. That was the number of the person I was looking for. It turns out that my guess is correct. Again, thanks."
"okay."
"Mas, please keep my number. Send me the address. And, if there is anything to do with the owner of this house, please get me notified. It's important."
"I'll try."
Vey back to the bike. Incoming messages. The man sent his address.
"Thank you" Vey yelled at the man.
"Well, this isn't the address from yesterday. Was yesterday a fake address? Because Kafil disguised his name so Barli finally sent him a fake address? The address is fickle, "the inner one.
Vey headed to the address without a second thought. To get to Kejayan Subdistrict, precisely Cubanjoyo Village, he had to travel a distance of approximately fifty minutes. No need to use directions because he has memorized the way to get there. His heart was steady to find Kafil today as well. Farewell must be expressed directly, ending as best as possible as the previous meeting.
On the side of the road almost into the village of Cubanjoyo, Vey traced the phone number. It's a shame that number is untraceable. Regretting. He should have been sent by Shareloc. That would make it easier for him to immediately find a location. Because Kafil may not use his real name.
"Yes, it's that." Vey went back. Relying on faith, he will definitely find Kafil even though he does not know, whether until what time.
Arriving at the paving road, right in front of the Cubanjoyo village hall, he asked one of his employees. He showed a picture of Kafil, perhaps Kafil did decide to live in a new village or just hide.
"But, there's no way he'd have moved if he was just a drug offender. The fugitive is unlikely to reveal his identity. Is it possible that Kafil is already free from these charges? He's not guilty?" Live a speck of spirit within him.
"Superficial? Oh God, I hope my guess is true. Kafil is off the charges."
"Thank you, Mom. Thank you all."
Vey hurry. Focus on looking ahead. Slowly driving.
"Sorry, could it be that you're here just to see me? If you've escaped the case, you should have stayed back in Malaysia with your mother and brother."
Under the densely growing trees along the road after the village hall, Vey drove faster. Sepi house. Right on the fork near the cornfield, he stopped and asked the people who worked dredging the sand.
"Somehow I feel awkward," Vey's inner self. He waved at the expressions of the two people being spoken to. Just answering the question they seemed confused.
"Sir, isn't this guy living around here? I beg you, Sir. We know him very close. His real name is Kafil, sir. From his face it appears that he is not a native Indonesian. If he's here, please tell me."
"We were asked to shut up. This ma'am must be what Mas Johan meant earlier. The sign is that he knows you want to come here. He's sniffing there. Before the village hall."
"Early?"
"But he does anything. Sometimes in the shop, sometimes here. It's been three weeks, Ma'am."
"How do you interact like a freak?"
"Regular. He got along well with us-us."
The other said, "It looks like Mas Johan is staying here temporarily. Said so. But we don't know what the problem is. What will Johan get here. Mas Johan's pantes live in the city."
"I'm sure, Kaf, you came here because you wanted to see me. But why are you avoiding?"
"Thank you, sir."
Vey turn around. The way back. In the middle of the road, he accidentally met someone similar to Kafil riding a butut motorcycle, turning from the left. He spontaneously called out in a high tone. Seeing that the man was speeding up, he became even more convinced.
"That must be Kafil. I memorized his body from behind. I wish I could see you, Kaaf."
Despite having to speed, a sudden stop at a sleeping police ramp, and passing the sandy road, Vey tried his best to overtake. Dust flew in between his eyelids. He had to stay awake even if they had to be literate to make sure he didn't lose track of Kafil.
"I'm sorry?" No matter what people hear, he screams.
Distance is getting closer. Vey. He honked twice. Tell or two people to step aside and ask Kafil to stop.
Bruk!!!
Poking from the right, a bicycle ridden by a small child. Vey drifted to the left. Dirty horns. Bemoan. He was still confirming the direction ahead.
"Cafylli?" Vey tried to keep calling Kafil while turning to the right calmed the little boy down in tears.
Two people who were likely one of them was the little boy's parents approached. Scolding Vey with an irregular emotional tone.
"Kaf?" muttered. Vey looked ahead. Half did not care about the person beside him was advising.
The infidel stopped and looked. Vey who can finally look back into the eyes of the man she loves.
"Sorry, come! Please, I want to say, "inner Vey.
The little boy was crying worse. His arms and legs were injured. Meanwhile, Vey himself was still standing up as his body trembled. Suddenly limp.
"Sir, my son is injured by these wounds. Even by yourself how are you."
Vey's current focus is only on Kafil. Then, he looked at the woman with open lips. Disappointed as well as stuttering to respond.
"Yes Allah ..."
Congratulations on running the 25th and 26th Ramadan fast tomorrow. Thank you for your patience and kindness, may heaven bear fruit tomorrow.. 5🙏🙏🤗
