THE LIFE OF A MAN
PART 80'S

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“Arthur”

The son handed Dalu the business card that the man gave him.

“Find out the validity of this name card (Find out the validity about this business card )”

“Okay” Sahut Arthur fast.

“Find out now, using our phone at our workroom (Find out now, use the phone in our workspace )”

Arthur nodded.

“Sekalgus find information on where to stay, here's his family”

The son spoke while throwing a cold look at Dalu conveying one meaning of his words and gaze.

“Because if he messes around, not only himself, but also his family must pay”

Her eyes are slightly enlarged. His brain and heart were judging the man who seemed to be interrogating him at this moment.

The man who felt like a nobody, although well Dalu admitted that the man who was sitting in front of him following his family, was a very rich man.

Seeing the size of the residence called Villa as he was taken towards the back of the Villa, the Villa was even much larger than it seemed at a glance from the outside.

And it feels according to Dalu, the Villa is still wider area around it which is still part of the area, because at a glance also Dalu saw there is a road that leads to one other vacant land, but

not until it looks there is something on the empty land at the end of the road because it is a little dark and jutted inward.

Well, Dalu admitted to seeing one building alone he could at least guess how rich the man and his family were nearby.

But still, they, the man who was sitting in front of him following his family, the term does not have a name in the country where he was born and lived all this time.

Because if it is, Dalu who knows exactly who the important figures in his country it must know.

And the four men who had killed Baskoro and a dozen of his men and his men and burned down Baskoro's residence, Dalu never knew before.

And the villa that these people lived in, which Dalu heard through the story did belong to a wealthy expatriate whose name is unknown, a little mysterious because it rarely comes and the Villa was uninhabited for some time even though it looks quite well maintained, until now.

Dalu did not know at all the people who owned the Villa where he was at the moment. Not an important figure of the country either.

Yet their Auras were so powerful and sinister. So Dalu did not feel like looking for trouble, other than he loved life.

Maybe also they are like that, the mafia in the film that Dalu does not know whether it is true that the group called the mafia is in the real world, even though the rumor was never heard.

Again, whoever is in front of him now, Dalu really does not want to find the problem that ends like Baskoro, which is looking to die.

“Compatible guarantee according to me” Say Putra with a flat tone of voice and face.

Plus the man who broke his arm and shot one of his legs, telling one of his men to investigate every detail of Dalu's personal data to get to his family.

Ah, Dalu increasingly does not want to look for trouble with these people.

Because after all, although there are some dirty things that he did for the sake of making a profit, after all Dalu himself did want to support his family more than just good.

In addition to working in a government agency, Dalu is a businessman.

And when the man before him said again,

“Why are we in business, Mr Dalu? That's not your name?” Said the son while asking.

Dalu nodded immediately.

“Yes. Dalu Gumilar” Reply Dalu. “You can call me with Dalu only”

“So, suppose we are in business at this time Mr. Dalu” said Putra. “How?”

“I-iya!”

Yeah, business.

It is like that now the condition is.

For Dalu, it's like a business.

Dalu who felt bad met and dealt with people who were near him, this, even had time to look for and offend one of them until it ended with a broken hand and a hole in one of his thighs.

I have to consider this a business. With Dalu helping these people, all he got was his life and his family remained body-conceived. The problem he will get another advantage is not Dalu think again.

Although I don't know what kind of help will be asked from Dalu later. Stupid business lately.

So Dalu did not think long, and immediately agreed when Putra said just assume that they were in business.

After all what's wrong too, having a relationship with people whose wealth level is far above it.

Even the richest man in his country who Dalu is quite familiar with, is still below the level of wealth of foreign men who can be said to be invisible to his existence.

“If you want to think of it that way, then I will gladly agree”

Dalu spoke straightforwardly. No matter how it will be, the important thing is now that he survived and so on survived, as well as his son and wife.

“Alright .. I assume we have agreed”

Dalu nodded enthusiastically even though he realized his decision was risky.

Again, stupid time.

The important thing is that Dalu knows how to maintain a forward attitude towards these foreign men, then his life will be fine.

A little bit smelly too, too, because usually he gives orders considering the many connections he has and has a very good relationship with some of his connections that make Dalu freely do anything without fear of anyone who harassed him, but now he must be a servant of one family. – The term.

Ah let it be, after all Dalu has also often ‘licked’ to launch all his affairs.

So consider it now, more or less so.

Only at this time, Dalu ‘lick’ to be able to live and make sure his wife's child is also safe.

Although it looks like foreign men in front of him, it cannot be treated like how Dalu ‘licked’ people one country so far.

Again, Dalu was a fool. He just needs to be careful and maintain his attitude and talk to these foreign men in the future. And now it feels like Dalu is eager to go home soon, even though he has to drive himself and the streets are already pitch black.

And maybe a little trouble because one hand is not free to move, and his legs are still painful.

But to step on the pedals of the car is still strong. Moreover, Dalu was quite grateful that his car was not burned like Baskoro's house, along with the owner and his men.

“Thank you, for giving me a chance, Mr. .. sorry I forgot ..”

“Tone! Adjieran”'s

Dalu nodded. “Good, Mr. Putra .. Thank you for forgiving my life and giving me the opportunity to work with the Mr and the Tuan” family

The son of the mangosteen and then was about to stand up.

“Sorry Mr. Son ..” Dalu interrupted a little.

“Ya?”

“Adjiran, that's your surname this?”

“You ... bleed Indonesia?. Because your family sounds like a name that comes from here”

“Yes, I'm half Indonesian”

Even the mangosteen. But glanced at Garret, Damian and Addison who had no physical signs like the Indonesians.

If Putra, although a little, there are physical characteristics that are like indigenous.

The hair and eyebrows of the Son, as jet black as they are most, the natives who live in the land.

Other than that, the physical characteristics of the Son are the physical characteristics of foreign men in general.

But already, Dalu does not want to bother about it. Whether or not they have indigenous ancestry.

What matters now is that Dalu wants to go home.

****

“I think we've had enough of talking”

“Iya Tuan ..”

Then Putra called Mr. Abdul who was outside the palace after delivering Bruna who had not long gone to deliver Arthur to the workspace.

Mr. Abdul who was with Suheil outside the palace to watch over two other people whose son and three brothers brought it directly approached the Master who called him.

But Dalu's voice was heard before Putra was about to say something to Mr. Abdul.

“Emm ... Mr. Son.”

Dalu called out a little hesitantly, as the Son had moved from his seat.

“What's up?” Sahut Putra flat.

“What can I go now?”

“Not”

‘Lah teruusss???..’

****

In the end Putra asked Mr. Abdul and Ms. Marsih to prepare dinner for himself, Garret, Damian and Addison after Putra finished talking seriously with Dalu.

Instead of – hoping to go home, Dalu was not allowed by Putra to leave his Villa and

his family was when Dalu asked permission from the Son.

Not until the Son has all the information about Dalu from Arthur in full.

Dalu thought he would be a prisoner when he heard Putra say ‘Not’ for him to leave the Villa and return to his home.

But in fact it's not.

His son and three brothers entertained Dalu to sit down at a table in the dining room with them, including Arthur when he finished calling someone with Bruna watching him.

The men Arthur and Suheil brought were also asked to eat, including two former Baskoro workers.

Two other people who had stayed at Baskoro's place to ensure Baskoro's residence was consumed by fire had also returned to the villa owned by Putra and his family.

After the two reported to Putra, five men and two former workers Baskoro, here Suheil was led by Pak Abdul to another dining room to eat the food that he and his wife had provided.

While Bruna chose to return to the Son's room to accompany Anthony and rest himself there, he said, after asking permission first to the Son who allows and later the Son may use another room to rest himself.

Arthur and Dalu were given different guest rooms for the two, after they had all finished dinner.

The five men, who were considered to be guards or bodyguards, were divided into two groups to keep watch alternately.

The rest, namely both the Tuan and Pak Abdul and his son and wife returned to their rooms – each, except for the Son who felt not sleepy despite feeling his body a little tired.

***

🎵I see trees so green, red roses too, I see them bloom for me and you, And I think to myself what a wonderful world🎵

The son chose to go into the study and spin a disc on a gramophone.

🎵I see skies so blue and clouds so white, The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night, And I think to myself what a wonderful world🎵

“It is supported to be you who play this, after we finish ‘something’”

“(You should have turned this around, after we finish ‘something’ )”

There was a faint smile on the lips of the Son, while his memory was recalling some of the things he often did with Rery and his brothers.

Both the three people who were with him now, as well as those who died with Rery and Madelaine.

🎵The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky, Are also on the faces of people going by🎵

Then gather together for a moment of chatting, while listening to the chants of the song that will be played Rery from a disc embedded in a gramophone.

“Forgive me Rery, I supposed to be there that day..

“(I'm sorry Rery, I should have been there that day .... )”

The son sat stunned in the work chair with his eyes already glazed – glass.

“Cause maybe, you, Madelaine and Anthony might have a chance to live happily now in here ..”

“(Since it is possible, you, Madelaine and Anthony have a chance to live happily here at this time )”

🎵I see friends shaking hands saying how do you do, They're really saying I love you, I hear babies crying, I watch them grow,  They'll learn much more than I'll ever know🎵

“And I’m sorry, for not come to meet and see you for the last time..

“( And I'm sorry, for not coming and seeing you for the last time, true – true sorry )...”.

There is a stuffing covered by the sound of the song coming out of the loudspeaker on the gramophone playing a black plate containing the favorite song of the deceased Rery, following the shoulders of the Son who vibrated.

The following tears that the Son often hid from anyone for the great regret of the Son for the death of Rery and Madelaine.

‘But don’t worry, Rery ... Alessi ... I will take a very good care of Anth .. and give him back the world that Anth supposed to have (But don't worry, Rery ... Alessi .... I'll take very good care of Anth ... and give it back the world he should have )..’.

🎵

And I think to myself what a wonderful world

Yes I think to myself what a wonderful world

Yes I think to myself what a wonderful world

🎵

****

To be continue ...