BLACK CAT
Tigor will be putty by Wulan

The BMW i8 continued to drive at high speed leaving the rubber plantation border between the town of Batu and the town of kemuning.

When the vehicle had entered the center of Batu city, when it was dawn it had started to move in the morning and the sun had started to rise in the eastern horizon.

Inside the sports vehicle, a young man dressed in all-black clothing with slightly blond middle hair was focusing on controlling the pace of the vehicle calmly. He had to stay focused because he had two nights of sleep deprivation plus last night he did not sleep at all, even for a moment. If he is negligent, he does not die at the hands of the enemy but dies in a traffic accident.

With the occasional lull and the frequent shaking of the head driving away the drowsiness, the young man ended up marginalizing his vehicle towards the shoulder of the road and stopped there.

"Pak Harianja should have left. Where's he at now?" The young man said in his heart.

Unwilling to continue suspecting, the young man finally pulled out his phone and searched his sister Rio's number from the contact list and immediately made a call.

"Your...!"

There was a greeting voice across there when the call was already connected.

"Rio! Where have you guys been now?" Ask the young man.

"We're already on the bridge where we used to bang. Soon it will pass the gate goodbye. Where is my brother now?" Ask Rio.

"The gate is in the city of Batu. Brother will follow you from a distance."

"Rio! You have to be careful. Don't talk about Captain Bonar's name or admit that you have a brother named Tigor. Remember yes! It's for your safety. Right now the skull gang is after you and your brother. You should remember that brother's message!" The young man warned.

"Yes bang I remember." Reply Rio.

"Abang can not take you to the destination openly. If the enemy finds out, it could jeopardize your safety. Learn the diligent. Later if you become a policeman, you should be able to avenge the death of our father. If you fail to finish off the enemy, you will continue." Said the young man advising as well as motivating his beloved sister.

"Oh yeah deck. Where's Mr. Harianja taking you?" Ask Tigor.

"Courtesy. We're moving to a new village. You just calm down. I have an old friend there. The plan was that we would hang out at my best friend's house about a week before buying a house. It can't be so easy to have a home. His name is also new. Yeah, I'm gonna have to look around, right?"

Across the phone came the voice of Mr. Harianja who answered Tigor's question to Rio earlier.

"Oh well sir. Act like a new boss there later. Do not show any weakness in inferiority. Money matters don't worry." Tigor.

"Haha.. You're overdoing Gor. It can't be that." Said Mr. Harianja while laughing.

"No sir. I don't want you to feel inferior and then insulted by the people there later. This is not good for Rio. He would be able to absorb the lessons if he had high self-confidence. If he was despised or bullied because of the degree of poverty he held, I fear forever he will not be able to adapt what else to absorb the lessons. Sometimes being arrogant is also necessary to increase self-confidence." Tigor.

"Then what about you?" Ask Mr. Harianja.

"I? I'll be fine." Tigor said, ending the call.

While taking a deep breath, Tigor began to run his vehicle again. But before that happened, his phone was ringing again.

"Oh shit. What does this drop-in guy want?"

Tigor complained in his heart when he looked at the screen of the phone with the name of the caller is Wulan.

"Hallo's a good-natured brother, who's cute and sweet." Tigor said while holding back the nausea in his stomach because of his own words.

"Hey Tigor! Remember tonight you must accompany me to meet my friends. I'll see you later in the afternoon. You need to be on the permax and putty to look kinclong."

There was the sound of a woman on the other side talking like a bullet coming out of the muzzle of an automatic rifle.

"In putty? Am I a paintable car body? Why didn't you say it had to be sanded and pliturized?" Tigor asked in annoyance.

"I don't want to know his name. Putty or something. You have to look handsome and machoo so as not to embarrass me later."

"Heh Wulan! Don't go over the limit! Amang I this man what the hell dibelin same girl. If you want the perfect one, Marven took it. Why should I be the victim of your taste?" Tanya Tigor started to sewot.

"Dare to reject me means seek disease. I'm not used to being rejected." Jerit Wulan was annoyed.

"You want to make things difficult for me, Lan. What if later I meet with Ronggur or later even caught walking with you by Marven? What will be the reason?"

"You're fit to be a used clothing salesman. Too many cingcongs. With Ronggur you don't have to worry. He's not at my level at all. Marven's problem is nothing to worry about either. He's not my level either." Wulan.

"Then do you think I'm your level?"

"Eh you don't feel so good about Tigor! You're just a lackey! You have an unfinished problem with me. Apologies are not enough. If you want that problem I think is done, then don't bacot much. Just follow my index direction. Just for tonight." Wulan.

"Yes yes yes. It's up to you." Tigor said surrender.

"Well better than you're chatty with me. At four I'll pick you up. We shop for clothes first and to shalon to cauldron your face. Anyway you have to obey." Wulan.

"Yes yes yes. Putty is putty. As far as you are."

"That's your stupidity. It's up to you to say as bad as. Ok. I'm gonna relax first. I'll see you later in the afternoon." Wulan said as she ended the call.

"Basaras carboy. Tau his putty. I am odong-odong. Very bad." Tigor said in his heart.

As it passed, Tigor unceasingly cursed himself as to why he should get acquainted with this Wulan.

"It's all because of Karman. Until now I've endured her hardships." Tigor said crying in his heart.