Karim, Muhamed, Ilya, Princess Sofia are college students in Verenigde Staten van Indonesië where the nation is being controlled from the shadows by the outlawed extreme right wing party that wanted to take away the natives freedom by slandering Pri...
Muhamed looked very pale, I tried to awaken him while shaking his shoulders many times but he didn't wake up. When I shake his body, I feel that he is so weak.
I didn't really know what's going on in there. When I tried to call him many times there was no answer at all from him even one of my calls was answered by the phone operator stating that his device was not active. This is bad, very bad.
I drove brother Lodewijk's car at high speed back to mevrouw Sofia's residence. When I arrived, mr. Wisnu came out to greet me, I immediately approached him and I asked for his help to help me carried Muhamed's body back to his room. Damn Muhamed, your body height is such a pain.
After a few tiring minutes, we finally arrived at his room and immediately laid him down on his bed. Mevrouw Sofia, who followed us immediately called her personal doctor, asking her to come to check on Muhamed's condition because when she checked his neck pulse, she told us that his pulse was very weak.
Mevrouw Sofia asked me to stay in Muhamed's room and asked mr. Wisnu to wait for Dr. Dinda downstairs. When mr. Wisnu left the two of us, she began to interrogate me about what had happened.
"Brother Ilya, what's wrong with brother Muhamed?"
"I don't know mevrouw."
"Why don't you know?! Aren't you two carrying out this mission together?!" she asked in high tone voice.
"Mevrouw, if I knew about what actually happened to Muhamed I have already told you thatearlier. When we did this mission, we're seperated from each other. He entered the building to met the informant while I watched his activities through his smartphone but somehow, after he entered the building, my smartphone connection to his smartphone was cut. I've tried to find out the cause, including hacking into the apartment's internet network but I couldn't tracked where he went and I don't know about why I couldn't tracked him. As far as I know, when he left the building he was already pale like that." I said to her with slightly raised tone but I still managed to calm myself down.
After I explained what I knew, silence was filling the room, I continued my sentence, "Sorry mevrouw, but that is all I know."
She walked slowly and then sat on the bed with her head bowed and told me in a sad tone, "You know that if someone's pulse is weak there is a chance that person could die?"
"Yes, I know mevrouw." I replied to her in a low and soft tone.
"Mr. Ilhan, mrs. Chandra, they both died because of me, sinjo Karim is in prison, it is also because of me. How many people have to suffer because of me?" I went silent when I heard her question.
"I should never have met you, I should never have met sinjo Karim after he finished the drawing that he made for me. I should't have..." she started to shed tears, damn it! She wasn't the one who caused mr. Ilhan and mrs. Chandra to lose their lives but me. If there is anyone to blame for their deaths, it is me, I should have got out of the car and joined Muhamed but why didn't I do it?! Shit!
"Mevrouw, I'm sorry." that's all I can say to her. I came out of Muhamed's room and went back downstairs, asked mr. Wisnu to open the gate and go to the house of a member of the Jalan Darah motorcycle gang who was in charge of the administration of its members using brother Lodewijk's car.
When I arrived, I tried to call the number of the informant that I got. However, there was no answer. I tried to check the existence of the number with my hacking skills but I could not find where the number was connected either in cyberspace or on the internet network as if the number and the owner is gone.
When I arrived at the house of the Jalan Darah motorcycle gang member who is in charge of the administration, I contacted him first to inform him of my arrival then he came out of his house to greet me and invited me in.
When I entered, without further ado I stated the intention of my visit and asked about that one member of Jalan Darah motorcycle gang who told us about the informant who lived in the apartment I had visited. I showed him the message that came from him that entered my smartphone containing the information of the informant who was willing to meet me.
He immediately checked the motorbike gang membership list based on the phone number that had contacted me and when he checked it he said the number belonged to a motorcycle gang member who recently died from a failed drug transaction between his crew and one of the Moroccan immigrant street gangs in the Netherlands.
Knowing that I was quite surprised about why this message can enter my phone. I immediately checked his number, starting from whether the number was active or not to where the number was connected and after I checked regarding where is the number connected and wether the number was active or not. The number who contacted me is connected to a phone number owned by a Moroccan who seemed to have been involved in street gang criminal activities, but now it seems that the Moroccan's number has been owned by the police, it can be seen to where the number is connected and that Moroccan's number is connected to several anti-narcotic police force and intelligence Service numbers.
Oh, shit! Not only VSI's intelligence Service watched us, but even the Dutch Intelligence Service is also watching us. I massaged my forehead, my body felt hot, I wanted to hit my head against the wall many times because I was careless again.
I thanked the administration guy then said goodbye and left his house, driving brother Lodewijk's car back to mevrouw Sofia's house.
I parked brother Lodewijk's car, went into the house and climbed the stairs to the top floor. When I got to the top floor, I saw Muhamed room's door was open, mevrouw and Dr. Dinda was there taking care of him.
Muhamed, I'm sorry for being careless. Not anymore, I won't let anyone match me. I will show them, the true ability of Kazrus135, laa hawlaa wa laa quwwata illa billaah.
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*Trivia
The reason why Muhamed is in such a critical condition is because basically according to the Norse Viking myth, a living being that is at close proximity to a Draugr can get sick and die immediately on the spot even though the Draugr does nothing, read it in the trivia section Chapter 13 Part 3 "Schutzengel".
Below is a screenshot of conversation between me and a Surinamese, a Dutch citizen, who told me that the Satudarah Motorcycle Gang was often involved in the sale of firearms or drugs in the Netherlands, please read it if you're interested.
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