32-1 Sawitri Practicing Martial Arts
From the spring bed where she sat, Mariana watched Sawitri’s movements.
Her smile widened. Her heart whispered.
Mariana: “A talented girl.”
Sawitri performed simple movements with a low stance.
She stepped forward, then back, sometimes waving her hands.
Remarkably, those simple movements created gusts of hot wind that made the window curtains sway.
Mariana smiled again. She rose from the spring bed.
Mariana: “Alright, Sawitri. Stop practicing now.”
Sawitri stopped her movements and nodded. Sweat dripped from her forehead.
Mariana: “Pack up. I’ll be waiting outside.”
Sawitri: “Yes, Madam.”
Mariana walked out of the room, leaving Sawitri staring at her.Her figure vanished behind the door.
Sawitri stepped forward and closed the door that Mariana had just opened.
Meanwhile, Broto saw Mariana walking toward him, just returning from Sawitri’s room.
Broto: “Madam.”
Mariana glanced briefly at Broto.
She sat back in her seat. The cold cocktail she had left earlier was sipped again through a bent straw.
Broto only watched while drawing deeply on his cigarette. The smoke curled upward, carried away by the spinning ceiling fan.
The blaring dangdut music grew louder. Disco lights spun and flashed, highlighting the half-drunken faces of people dancing wildly. The night grew deeper.
Mariana observed the noisy crowd below.
A faint smile appeared on her face, but her heart suddenly grew restless.
***
32-2 Mariana’s Mystic Instinct
Mariana closed her eyes.
The paper fan in her hand spread wide. Her hand trembled lightly. A red glow wrapped around her wrist, reaching up to her elbow. The air around her shifted—cold from the air conditioner was replaced by the scorching heat of a furnace.
Mariana opened her eyes. Her gaze gleamed sharply. A faint smile curved on her lips, making her face appear graceful yet terrifying.
Broto, who sensed the sudden change from cool AC to blistering heat, quickly put out his cigarette.
Broto: “Madam?”
Mariana raised her hand, signaling Broto to remain silent.
The heat slowly spread through the room.
The four guards around Mariana began sweating profusely.
Riko: “This room has air conditioning… so why does it feel so hot?”
Reno: “Maybe the AC broke.”
Riko wiped the sweat off his forehead.
Riko: “That can’t be it. The indicator light is still on.”
Reno: “You’re right!”
Rifai, also drenched in sweat, whispered to Rendi.
Rifai: “Strange… it’s never been this hot before.”
Rendi put out his cigarette.
Rendi: “Yeah. I’m sweating like I’ve just taken a shower.”
Broto, overhearing their chatter, forced a bitter smile.
The four guards had no idea what was truly happening.
The heat that crushed the cold air of the AC was no ordinary heat. It came from Mariana’s inner energy.
***
32-3 The Masked Man
Meanwhile,
An abandoned multi-story building stood in silence.
In the dim night, a tall, broad-shouldered man in a black mask moved stealthily. His right hand carried a large suitcase.
He was dressed all in black.
The masked man entered the derelict building. He searched for the staircase and climbed to the upper floor.
His eyes stayed alert, scanning the surroundings.
Slowly, he stepped into one of the empty rooms whose window faced Kembang Setaman Discotheque.
He approached the window and opened the suitcase.
He pulled out its contents and began assembling them.
“Done!”
The masked man whispered to himself.
It was a long-barreled sniper rifle with a night scope mounted on top. The weapon was fully assembled.
Through the window, he positioned the rifle, resting its barrel on the wooden sill.
Peering through the night scope, he clearly saw a beautiful woman in black, holding a paper fan.
Masked Man: “Well, well! You were right, Wardoyo! This is the perfect place to execute the target.”
He slid three bullets into the sniper rifle, marked with the inscription SPR-3.
***
32-4 The Green Gang Storms Kembang Setaman Discotheque
At the same time, in a different place—
Four Avanza cars, packed with armed men, sped down the Jakarta highway toward Kembang Setaman Discotheque.
In the front Avanza sat Turiman, Karto, and Tikno. They were talking.
Turiman: “Hey, Karto! Today, we and the others will fight again at Kembang Setaman Discotheque.”
Karto nodded, stroking the steel pipe he carried.
Karto: “Right. We won’t let Boss Giono fight alone.”
From the back seat, Tikno stroked his wooden club.
Tikno: “But Boss Giono forbade us! He said don’t interfere!”
Karto glanced at Turiman, who also carried a big club.
Karto: “To hell with that!”
Turiman, sitting beside him, shouted excitedly.
Turiman: “We’ll stand with Boss Giono!”
Tikno fumbled with his loose shirt buttons. His shirt was clearly too big for him.
Tikno: “Boss Giono’s been good to us!”
Karto: “This is the time to defend Boss Giono!”
From the driver’s seat, a voice joined in.
Driver: “Long live Giono!”
Everyone in the car roared together.
All: “Long live Giono! Long live Giono!”
Yes, they were the Green Gang.
They shouted Giono’s name with fiery spirit.
Four Avanza cars sped toward Kembang Setaman Discotheque, overtaking several vehicles on the road.
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