PISTANTHROPHOBIA

Chapter 2.

Chapter 2.

Hanzel was dragging a medium-sized suitcase with a backpack, he walked to the outside of the airport to find the whereabouts of a travel car that would pick him up. He is not wearing a black mask like yesterday because it is outside his working hours. For Hanzel, masks are an important thing to cover part of his face so that he is not young to be recognized by the public or even the target. Currently he is only wearing a black jeans suit and a plain white t-shirt under a black leather jacket. He also always wears boots because wearing bots for footwear is something that is comfortable for him.

Hanzel looked at the number plate on the car that was stopped waiting for passengers --- matching it to the number plate of the travel car he rented on his cell phone. When he was correct, he walked to the travel car and saw the driver lifting the cardboard strip with the names 'Hanzel and Hazel from Jakarta' on it.

"Mr. Hanzel from Jakarta?" asked the travel driver when he saw Hanzel's figure approaching him. Hanzel just nodded because he was really economical.

"I put your suitcase in the trunk and you can wait in the car!" The travel driver deftly took Hanzel's luggage expert to place it in the trunk of the car.

"Looks like the travel car I ordered?" The girl who was wearing a knee-length dress dragging a large suitcase and a small backpack saw the travel car beside her. She confirmed that it was the travel car he ordered from a week ago.

"Excuse me. Ms. Hazel from Jakarta?" asked the travel driver after putting Hanzel's suitcase into the trunk.

"Uh, yes I'm Hazel and this is really the Pamungkas travel car, right?" Hazel asked the travel driver to make sure.

"That's right, ms --- I put the luggage in the trunk first and you can wait in the car." Said the driver and Hazel handed the big suitcase to the travel driver.

Hazel opened the car door and found a man sitting upright playing on his cell phone. Who else if not Hanzel. "Sorry, can you slide it? I also want to come in and sit down!" Without answering, Hanzel shifted his seat and didn't look at Hazel.

"Thank you!" Hazel said kindly as she entered the car, then sat in the passenger seat, tidying her messy hair because she forgot to comb her hair from her departure in Jakarta earlier.

Hanzel never cared or was curious about the people around him, for him it was not important. Because something important is his job as a police intelligence agent.

"Welcome to Batam, Mr. Hanzel and Ms. Hazel, I hope you enjoy all the beauty of Batam city!" The travel driver entered the car by saying welcome greetings to the two travelers from Jakarta. Actually, Hanzel is not right to be considered a traveler because he came to Batam not for a vacation, but to carry out his duties and complete his life's vision and mission.

"Thank you!" Hazel replied cheerfully but then she frowned and turned to look at Hanzel. "Wait, your name is Hanzel? And my name is Hazel. How come it's almost similar, huh?" Hazel chuckled and was followed by the travel driver.

Hanzel did not answer, he remained silent. Until the car drove out of the airport area, he remained silent. In contrast, Hazel rummaged through her backpack to get a camera while humming to a song on the radio. Hanzel smiled thinly seeing Hazel's behavior.

On the way to the place they were going to be seven, only Hazel and the travel driver talked about Batam. Hazel is also taking the left side of the road because she sits on the left. For Hazel, everything is beauty, depending on how much value we value it. A slum shop on the side of the road also followed him from the car because he knew, it contains something interesting when poured in potert and stories. He really enjoyed traveling to the hotel.