Orange Juice
Early in the morning, Burhan headed to Nagini's apartment.
She was already waiting outside. Burhan pulled over, and once Nagini got in, he drove off slowly.
Burhan: "What shall we eat this morning, Nagini?"
Nagini: "Up to you, Burhan. As long as it comes with rice."
Burhan smiled and drove toward a café on Kemang Raya.
After parking, he led Nagini inside the upscale café. They sat at a reserved table.
Burhan: "Waiter, come here."
A young waitress approached.
Waitress: "What would you like to order, sir?"
Burhan picked up the menu and pointed at several items.
Burhan: "We'll have this, and this."
Waitress: "Alright, sir. Anything else?"
Burhan: "Nagini, what would you like?"
Nagini: "The same iced orange juice as last time, Burhan."
Both Burhan and the waitress smiled.
Burhan: "Two orange juices."
Waitress: "Very well, sir. Please wait a moment."
The waitress left for the kitchen. The café was already bustling, since it was a holiday.
In the corner, two young women giggled while snapping photos of their latte art.
A middle-aged man sat alone, typing on his laptop while sipping black arabica coffee.
A family by the window was busy; the little boy kept whining for more hot chocolate.
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A young couple fed each other bites of pastry while waiters carried trays of bread and orange juice back and forth.
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Bitter Coffee and Fried Snacks
Meanwhile…
At Mayor Wardoyo's home, Giono was having a chat with him.
They sat facing each other, with a glass table between them holding two cups of bitter coffee and a plate of fried bananas. Beside them, the swimming pool's water glistened crystal clear.
Giono: "Weladalah, you're rich now, Wardoyo."
Wardoyo just smiled.
Giono: "Your house is huge. Doesn't your wife get tired cleaning it?"
Wardoyo chuckled at his old military buddy's joke.
Wardoyo: "My wife doesn't do the cleaning, No."
Giono: "Then who could possibly mop a place this big? Two floors, at that."
Giono sipped his coffee and took a bite of the hot fried banana.
Wardoyo smiled again.
Wardoyo: "I hire local residents to help with cleaning and cooking."
Giono nodded, as if trying to understand the lifestyle of the rich.
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The Pindad SPR-3 Sniper Rifle
After a long conversation catching up, Giono finally got to the real reason for his visit.
Giono: "Wardoyo, do you still have my weapon?"
Wardoyo: "Of course!"
Wardoyo stood and gestured for Giono to follow.
They went down a narrow staircase into a dimly lit basement with bare concrete walls.
In the corner, Wardoyo opened a steel cabinet. Inside lay Giono's sniper rifle, wrapped in black cloth.
Wardoyo: "Check your weapon, No. Make sure it's not rusty."
Giono stepped forward, eyes sharp, like he was greeting an old friend.
Giono: "Weladalah, wedus! You've kept it in good condition."
Wardoyo: "Of course, No. I've been oiling it regularly so it wouldn't rust."
Giono slowly unwrapped the black cloth, revealing the long-barreled rifle. The body bore the engraving: SPR 3 — Pindad Sniper Rifle.
He stroked the lettering gently, eyes gleaming with pride. In his heart, he knew Indonesian-made weapons could rival any from abroad.
Giono: "Wedus tenan! I can finally hold you again."
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24-7 Burhan's Investigation
Meanwhile, back at the Kemang Raya café, Nagini and Burhan finished their meal.
The waitress cleared the table, leaving two bottles of water and their orange juices.
Nagini: "Burhan, something seems odd to me."
Burhan: "What do you mean, Nagini?"
Nagini: "We were attacked at the same time."
Burhan: "In different places. This was well-planned."
Nagini: "I was attacked in the apartment basement by two skilled twin grandpas."
Burhan: "I was attacked at home by an intruder."
Nagini: "Do you think it's connected?"
Burhan took a sip of water, frowning slightly — his police instincts kicking in.
Burhan: "Of course, Nagini. It's all connected."
Nagini: "Is the man who shot at us at the apartment that day also connected?"
Burhan: "Yes. His name is Bimo. He was hired by Kembang Setaman Discotheque."
Nagini: "Kuntadi, the human trafficker on the MV Mawar Merah, was also from Kembang Setaman."
Burhan: "The intruder at my house points to Kembang Setaman too."
Nagini: "And the twin grandpas were hired by Kembang Setaman."
Burhan saw the pattern — all roads led to Kembang Setaman Discotheque.
Nagini: "According to Rudin, Sawitri is also there."
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Giono Embraces His Beloved Weapon
Giono cradled the SPR-3 sniper rifle like an old comrade.
He inspected it carefully — checking for jams, ensuring the scope still worked — going over each part.
Giono: "Weladalah! Wedus! You've kept my weapon well."
Wardoyo: "No need to tinker with it. It's ready to use."
Giono nodded.
Wardoyo: "So… who's your target this time, No?"
Giono: "Wedus! I'm going after the Big Madam — the boss of Kembang Setaman Discotheque."
Wardoyo looked slightly surprised.
Wardoyo: "You mean… Madam Mariana?"
Giono: "Exactly."
Wardoyo: "She's protected by corrupt high-ranking police."
Giono: "I don't care. Anyone who gets in my way, I'll crush!"
Wardoyo stayed silent, but he understood Giono's resolve — and his deadly skill in executing by a target.
To be Continued
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