Antara Darah dan Hati: Dream Reality English Translation

Chapter 13 Part 5 "The Informant?"

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POV Muhamed

After practicing using firearms intensively for 1 day, it was finally time for me to meet the informant.

Using brother Lodewijk's car, Ilya and I went to the meeting place that we and the informant had agreed upon, a small apartment located in a shop complex not too far from the city center. It was at this time that we parted ways and carried out our respective roles but before I left Ilya said something.

"Hey Muhamed, I'm sorry about yesterday."

"Ah, it's okay."

"Ok, time for the action, I will watch your movements."

"Ok."

"Good luck, don't let your guard down."

"Roger."

I recited my prayer to ask for strenght silently, cocked my gun then got out of the car together with Ilya. Ilya got into the driver's seat and drove the car away from me while I walked across the road to the apartment.

When I got closer to the apartment building, for some reason I felt a cold chill enveloping my body and a sense of anxiety filled my mind. Is it because of my fear? No, that's not it, my instincts are telling me there's something unnatural here but what?

I entered the apartment, climbed the stairs to the room where the informant lived. Knocked on the door then he slightly opened the door which was locked with a chain key and asked me.

"Password?"

"Mulutmu, harimaumu (Your mouth, your Tiger)." I replied to him.

"Come in." he said then opened the door, inviting me to enter.

I was invited to sit on the chair then he sat on the chair at the opposite direction of my seat. I started to open the conversation.

"So what information do you have?" I asked him.

"Wow, wait a minute, you are my guest, let me serve you a drink first, you must be tired and thirsty on the way here." he told me.

"Thank you." I replied to him trying to be polite.

"What do you want? Tea or coffee?"

"Just tea, thanks."

"Wait a minute."

He got up from his chair and walked towards the kitchen. Somehow, when he entered the dark kitchen, he did not turn on the light, it made me a little suspicious then he asked something strange from the kitchen.

"Do you know the late mr. Ilhan Dervišhalidovic or mrs. Chandra Mashandra? Are you curious what their last words were before they died? If so, let me tell you, starting from the words that came out of mr. Ilhan." he said. Then, I heard mr. Ilhan's voice from the kitchen.

"Muhamed..." Hearing his voice calling my name made the hairs on my neck stand up, I immediately got up from the chair and took out my gun.

"I want to be alive Muhamed, help me." mr. Ilhan's voice could still be heard from inside the kitchen. I swiftly prepared to take the fight if something bad happened.

"Oh, you can't help me, you know why? Because you're a coward!" he said, his voice turning heavier, deeper and lower. Suddenly from within the kitchen, a giant human figure with a slightly blackish body, white eyes and a broad smile walked out, is that ...

"Hello, Muhamed." mr. Ilhan?!

This is mr. Ilhan?! No, it is impossible for a dead man to rise back from his grave and why is he gigantic? He suddenly lunged at me, I immediately ran to avoid his lunge out of this room.