Tono, Member of Densus 88

  Burhan stared sharply at Anton, the masked man. His living room was a complete mess.

  He grabbed his phone and quickly called Tono.

  Burhan: "Hello, Tono. Can you come to my house right now?"

  Tono: "What is it this time, Burhan?"

  Burhan: "There's an intruder. I've already subdued him."

  Tono: "Did the intruder attack you?"

  Burhan: "Yes, Tono. He's connected to Kembang Setaman Discotheque."

  Tono: "Alright, Burhan. I'll come over with the team right away."

  Burhan ended the call.

  ***

  Nagini Defeats the Twin Grandpas

  Not long after Burhan hung up, his phone rang again.

  The name "Nagini" flashed on the screen.

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  Although she was from the 16th century, Nagini had quickly learned modern technology — including how to use a cellphone.

  Nagini: "Burhan, do you remember the twin grandpas you almost hit with your car?"

  Burhan: "Yes, I remember! Why?"

  Nagini: "They attacked me."

  Burhan was startled.

  Burhan: "Really? Are you alright, Nagini?"

  Nagini: "Those twins were pretty skilled!"

  Burhan: "And?"

  Nagini: "I defeated them."

  Burhan wiped the sweat from his forehead.

  Nagini: "They were hired by Kembang Setaman Discotheque."

  ***

  Burhan Defeats Anton

  Burhan: "I was also attacked by an intruder who broke into my house."

  Now it was Nagini's turn to be surprised.

  Nagini: "Are you alright, Burhan?"

  Burhan: "Yes. I managed to subdue him. Tono is on his way here."

  Nagini: "Tono, the one who's always late?"

  Nagini chuckled on the other end.

  Burhan: "Yes, Tono — the Densus 88 member who always arrives late."

  Burhan smiled faintly.

  Nagini: "You mean Tono, who shows up just to slap on the handcuffs?"

  Burhan: "When we've already done the hard work catching the criminals, right?"

  They both laughed heartily.

  Nagini: "Burhan, it's getting late. Let's continue this talk tomorrow."

  Burhan: "Alright, Nagini."

  Burhan ended the call.

  ***

  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.

  A young couple fed each other bites of pastry while waiters carried trays of bread and orange juice back and forth.

  To be continued