SCHNUCKY
THE UNWANTED

"I'm always serious about what I do." Arya gently denied. "I'm just handing over some of it to you. Your answer to Mama further reassures me that what I'm doing is not something that should never be delayed."

"You give a lot." Kamala smiled again. "Remember Arya. Out of the eyes of the man you're tracking. You won't be able to lie to the eyes of a prosecutor, a reviewer, and a psychologist, including a counselor like me."

Arya momentarily called out to the waiter and there appeared a man dressed nicely and wearing an apron. With a signal, Arya asked the waiter to clean the table.

The waiter nodded and did the job. After the servant took away the tableware, Arya then advanced her body.

"Oh yeah?" Aryan fishing line.

Kamala smiled again in response to the man's lure. Arya nodded.

"Now, tell me what I have in mind if you can guess my brain through those eyes. Please." challenge Arya.

Kamala also finally brought her body closer and her face then both her eyes squinted at Arya's two eyes. Soon the woman returned smiling.

"What's in my brain?" ask Arya.

"You'd better take me home" replied Kamala.

Arya straightened her body. "Lho's? Why?" asked the man furrowed his brows.

Kamala showed her arm wrapped around the watch. "It's ten o'clock in the night, Arya. Poor ART at my house. Maybe he's been sleepy in his place just waiting for my return."

Arya smile. "Yes already. Let's go home." The man then took out his wallet and reached out to five blue rupiahs and placed the notes on the dinner table.

Kamala got up and stepped out followed by Arya. They walked through the small park and arrived at the parking lot.

"Before, can we stop by the Jajan Market?" kamala Pinta. "I want to buy my favorite art snack."

Once again Arya nodded. Soon the black All New Avanza came out of the parking lot and drove back to the streets.

...*******...

Arya was checking some files that Laila had given her, when the phone plane on her desk rang. Arya paused her activities for a moment and lifted the phone handle and brought the speaker closer to her ear.

📞 "Yes.." Arya replied clamping the phone between her neck and shoulders and then back to check some files that are responsible for pausing.

📞 "People named Iswan come to see the Father. He's in the lobby now." said Laila.

📞 "I'll be there." said Arya.

The conversation ended and Arya put the phone back on and closed the last file she checked. The man got up from his workplace and stepped casually towards the door.

After nodding for a moment in front of Laila, the president stepped back down the corridor and arrived on the steps. He dropped off and arrived at the receptionist cubicle.

Arya circulated her gaze and found Iswan sitting on one of the sofas in the room while carrying the newspaper published that day. Arya approached.

"Have you been waiting for me?" tanya Arya surprised Iswan who immediately folded the newspaper and placed it in a pocket on the side of the sofa.

"You've always surprised me." he grumbled.

"I have always been" said Arya then sat on the sofa facing Iswan. "Is there anything you want to talk to me about?"

"Ah ya." said Iswan then reached into the pocket in his suit and pulled out a piece of paper and thrust it towards Arya.

"What's that?" arya who did not extend her hand welcomed the paper.

"What you asked for." replied Iswan again thrusting the paper.

This time Arya took the paper and read it. The man then looked at Iswan.

"Whose address is this?" ask Arya.

"This is Mr. Basyir's address, which you're looking for" Iswan replied in annoyance.

Arya was shocked. "Oh yeah?" his response with a smile grew. "How did you get it?"

"You don't need to know." replied Iswan haughtily. "You just have to do what you want."

"Yes. Of course." said Arya.

Some distance away, someone observed the two men. His eyes stare.

I need to get rid of him...

Sanubari the spy seemed to incite him to do something to the person he did not want.[]