I'M (Not) A Spy

2. You Again

"I didn't ask you. But thank you. I will reply when the next meeting." Damian gaped. It doesn't even know what else to talk about? That woman is really shameless. Damian couldn't help but snorted irritably. Because of the incident, the man missed the original purpose.

***Meyyis***

Damian walked a little sluggishly because he felt tired. The man returned to the market to see how the grandmother was doing. He recalled, having put his trade down, after which he was left running. In addition to the orange basket that the strange woman kicked in shabby clothes and a shabby jean jacket, including one basket of still fresh fruit she kicked to stop the men chasing the woman.

"Ah, why did I get involved with that strange woman?" Thus frowned when the lesehan part of the market was no longer there.

"Mom, where is the grandma who used to sell here?" asked Damian.

"Oh grandma? He had gone home because he was ravaged earlier, so a lot of the fruit was damaged." Damian gaped. He regretted that because his actions must have been that the grandmother could not benefit today.

"Do you guys know where the house is?" asked Damian. He feels very guilty, so he will correct the mistake.

They shook their heads. Damian took a deep breath. He had tried to ask a few people, but no one had seen the grandmother's house. With a feeling of disappointment, the burly busty man in the white shirt drove away from that market. While continuing to walk, Damian thought of the grandmother.

"How will grandma make a living tomorrow? I'm sure he definitely doesn't have enough capital." Adrian reached into his phone. The man contacted the assistant.

"Hello, Adrian." Damian was already connected to his assistant.

"Yes sir, can I help you?" Damian nodded, though Adrian wouldn't be able to see the nod of his head.

"Investigate one person and find him. I'll send you some references by email. Check it out soon!" Damian prepared by photographing the location and also captioning the photos. The man sent to Adrian the assistant, to find the person in question.

It was very hot that afternoon. The sound of Damian's stomach was already protesting. The worms were already running around in his stomach so that the man chose a moor stall. Warung Tegal is a small stall located on the side of the road. The very cheap folk stalls are festive, becoming the reach of the lower-class people.

"What to eat?" asked the seller.

The rice seller is a woman who is not easy anymore. The woman was a little bit of a stomp, but her movements were very fast. In the stall, there are many customers, most of whom are men who are construction workers.

"yes, ma'am." replied Demian. He sat on a long stool, with the other customers. Do not think the place is convenient, because here the customers are also mostly rough workers who work in dirty areas, such as construction workers and garbage men.

"What do you want?" the woman asked. He had already picked up a portion of rice, on a white plate on the edge of which was a picture of a rose.

"The side dish is just an omelet, the soup is chopped with chili sauce." The woman picked up an omelet and gave the egg over a plate of rice, afterwards giving it to Damian.

The man looked at the mountainous rice. He swallowed his hard breath, not because he couldn't wait to enjoy it, but because he felt a little nauseous about his presentation style. However, the man forced himself, starting to scoop up the plate of rice little by little.

Demian smiled, when the food touched her tongue. He felt delicious, the real roadside food was only this time he enjoyed. Damian was born already a Young Master. Because his parents manage a business that earns millions of rupiah or even billions every year. Of course, he is used to luxurious food and classy presentation. In his home, it even has a special chef.

He inherited the nature of his parents who had business instincts. Actually, there are many mysteries that happened in his life. The deaths of both his parents and all about the company, wanted him to know. It's been a long time, that incident. At that time, Damian was studying abroad, suddenly it was rumored that his parents were gone. Originally, the man wanted to give up the business to be managed by his papa's family. His assistant, however, persuaded Damian himself to manage.

Damian, who is now twenty-nine years old, wants to find out the mystery of his life.  But only this time he had a reason to lift his legs from the company and leave all the responsibilities to his assistant, namely Adrian. Adrian is the son of his previous assistant.

"Rames three rice, ma'am." The rice seller nodded.

"Wait!" The rice seller smiled.

"There is a lot of rice, the side dishes are a little bit okay." The salesperson repeated the words of the woman that were always spoken. The woman scratched her head that was not itchy.

"I'm asking for the water to be put here." The woman said to the maid.

Damian frowned, hearing a woman ordering three packs of rice by also asking for drinking water in the bottle of used mineral water. The man who was still chewing on the egg rice turned his head to the sound, a familiar voice rang in his ears. Damian smiled inline it turned out to be the woman again, the same woman who ran away with him a few hours ago. Damian stood up, approaching towards the woman.

"We'll see you again, miss." The woman tiptoed at Damian's voice.

"You again?" The woman looks unhappy.

"Of course, you said we would meet again? And you will pay for my kindness. Isn't it?" Damian charged the promise from the woman. The woman closed her eyes.

"I hope, we won't see each other again." The woman said very softly, like muttering but still heard by Damian. Damian smiled at the complaint from the woman. I don't know, for a while this was like an entertainment for him. Annoys the woman, making him excited.

"You are delicious to eat here? While that grandma doesn't know whether she has eaten or not?" The woman, who was about as tall as Damian,squinted at Damian's words.

"Am I not allowed to eat? Are you the only one who is allowed to eat? That's what you mean?" Demian sat down again, but he didn't finish the mouthful, even though he had only enjoyed the rice a few mouthfuls.

"You have to take responsibility, you hit the trade." The woman looked very upset.

"Then what's the difference with you? You kicked the trade too." The woman pounded the table, so that everyone looked at her.

"But, I didn't run like you. I'm back to that market." The woman raised her eyebrows one.

"And then?" The woman knew, if the fruit seller's grandmother had already gone home. The girl knew the grandmother well.

"But the grandmother is gone." Damian got up and pulled the neck collar next to the woman's back.

"Au! Wait, wait, wait! Let me go! Let me go! What are you doing! Let me go!" The woman was in distress, she felt pain because the collar of her shirt strangled her neck.

"Uh, where are you guys going? Jihan! No one ushered in! This is the order?" shouted the seller of the moor stall. Hearing that, Damian let go of his ban. He smiled crookedly, it turned out to be called Jihan. However, Damian's bottom, he wanted to hear directly from Jihan's mouth.

"Okay, I accompany you to meet grandma, satisfied!" annoyed Jihan. The woman reached out to ask for the package given by the moor stall salesman.

"Thank you, Mrs. Bariyah." Yes, the seller's name is Bariyah. The seller of the moor stall that Jihan subscribed to. Not only is it delicious, but Mrs. Bariyah is also good. He often gives food to Jihan, if there is still leftovers. Of course, the food is still decent.

"You know the address?" asked Damian. Jihan exhaled a long breath, because Damian was so fussy.