"Oh no, my business card... My money."Zaqqy leapt from his seat like a spring that had snapped loose. The drowsiness that had been weighing on his eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a racing heartbeat. He ran as fast as he could towards the back door, nearly knocking over a small wooden table in the kitchen.“Zaqqy! What’s the matter, son? Why are you running like the devil’s after you?” shouted Mrs Sri, puzzled by her son’s behaviour.Zaqqy didn’t answer. His mind was focused on just one thing: Divo Argani’s golden-yellow business card. 300 million rupiah a month, a company car, and his family’s security seemed to be hanging by a thread.​At the back of the house, he saw his old jeans hanging neatly, still dripping with soapy water. With trembling hands, Zaqqy reached into his right trouser pocket. Empty. He moved to the left pocket. His fingers touched something hard and smooth.​"Alhamdulillah..." he whispered in relief.​He pulled the object out. The golden business card turned

The security guard fell silent upon hearing a voice from behind, as did Zaqqy. He tried to figure out who had spoken. It was a man he recognised. Yes, it was Divo Argani, the man who had offered him a job that evening.​“All right, young master. I’m sorry,” replied Tedi. He immediately opened the tall gate automatically with the press of a button. Meanwhile, Zaqqy, who was still on his motorbike, sped forward and stopped right in front of Divo.The aides who saw Zaqqy’s arrival exchanged glances. Naturally, they were curious: who was this man who had just arrived? Especially as Zaqqy looked very plain on his old motorbike.“Good afternoon, Mr Divo,” said Zaqqy as he dismounted his motorbike and extended his hand.“Good afternoon. You’ve finally arrived, Zaqqy,” replied Divo very warmly. He shook Zaqqy’s hand firmly. “Last night you wouldn’t shake my hand, and today you’re the one extending it to me. It turns out the world turns very quickly, doesn’t it?”Zaqqy merely smiled at Divo’

“Use your weapons!” shouted one of the aides who had fallen earlier.Sriing!They all moved swiftly to grab their respective bladed weapons from the armoury rack. After that, they closed in on Zaqqy once more and attacked him. The young man clenched both fists; this time, his gaze was intensely serious.Wush!The attacks directed at him felt far more brutal. However, Zaqqy was so agile and nimble that he parried every single attack.Bugh!Crack…He pressed down on his opponents’ hands, twisted their arms, and unleashed another flurry of punches. The aides were sent flying several metres away.Hardinata Syailendra, watching Zaqqy’s fight with his ten aides, smiled faintly. He glanced at Divo, who merely returned a blank stare. He also observed Stella; the girl gave a secret signal, as if she had accepted Zaqqy’s presence as her personal bodyguard.​“Enough!” said the head of the Syailendra family as he saw the ten men lying there, writhing in pain, their weapons scattered in all direc

Zaqqy left immediately after saying his goodbyes. Mr Imron and Mrs Sri gazed quietly at their son’s back until he disappeared around the bend in the road.There was a sense of heaviness in the air, knowing that Zaqqy was going off to work and would not be returning for an indefinite period.“Watch over my son wherever he may be, O Allah,” Mrs Sri said in her prayer. Once Zaqqy was out of sight, the two of them looked at each other and clasped hands.​“Trust our son. Be confident that Zaqqy will be all right and that he will do well at work too,” said the husband, trying to reassure his wife. The woman merely nodded slowly. Meanwhile, on the road, Zaqqy reached into his pocket. He looked at the money he had saved from working for the past few days.​“Will it be enough to get there? I think so. A thirty-minute journey isn’t too far. I could take a taxi... oh, no, that’s out of the question; taxis are too expensive. Should I just take an online ride-hailing service? But I haven’t downlo

Dwi Toro smiled faintly. He could sense a very powerful aura ahead of him. A white car sped off as the lights turned green. Dwi Toro immediately pressed the accelerator; he didn’t want to be left behind.“You can’t be left behind. Your energy, your power… it’s really piqued the curiosity of the Suro Menggala group,” muttered Dwi Toro. He was absolutely determined to track down Zaqqy right now.Meanwhile, Zaqqy was driving at a fairly high but steady speed. Stella, sitting in the back seat, was focused on her mobile phone. ​“Hello, Beb? Yes, it’s me again, on my way to the restaurant as we agreed. A few meetings will also be held shortly. I’ve just been informed that the meeting is at the AD Hotel because I have to stand in for Papa today,” said Stella on the phone.​Zaqqy remained silent, listening as his employer spoke on the phone.​“Oh, by the way, I’ve also got a personal bodyguard. I also need an assistant to handle some of my work later—someone who’s definitely an expert in the