Omega Team
The chilly mornings, Jasmine was still snoring deep inside the warm blanket. Jasmine slept too soundly because last night Rafael asked her to have a husband and wife intimate relationship again. Now, the clock shows 7 in the morning, one hour before office work hours.
The aroma of sauteed vegetables and omelets penetrated the room. Not to forget the aroma of brewing instant coffee with creamer and brown sugar. Jasmine blinked as her nose caught the mouthwatering scent. Jasmine's stomach immediately rumbled.
[Ah, the smell makes me hungry.] thought Jasmine. The woman got up, wrapped the blanket under her armpits, and walked out.
Rafael was seen with his back to her, busy frying omelets and also sauteing vegetables. Jasmine bit her lip when she saw Rafael's sturdy back from behind. The woman chose to lean against the frame of the door, watching Rafael silently.
[This handsome man is my husband, ] Jasmine said to herself. Even though they have been married for one year, but still, Jasmine can't believe that Rafael is her husband.
"Don't just stand there, Jas. Let's sit down for breakfast," said Rafael without turning his head, still busy frying eggs.
"How do you know I'm standing here, Beb? Even though I tried my best not to make a sound to watch you cook a little longer." Jasmine giggled, she walked over to Rafael, hugged the man from behind.
"The sound of your stomach is heard," answered Rafael with a smile.
"Is it true?" Jasmine's face turned red.
Rafael turned his body and then kissed Jasmine's lips, "Good morning, Jas. Let's eat, don't you have to work this morning."
"Oh, shit !! 7 o'clock !!" Jasmine was flabbergasted by Rafael's words. This morning's sweetness had to be delayed because work hours were almost starting. Jasmine rushed back into the room to take a shower and get ready. She had fallen coz of her blanket and sighed in pain. So sloppy. Rafael smiled at his wife's behavior and face, which frowned in pain.
"There's no need to rush, I'll drive you," Rafael shouted so that Jasmine could hear him.
It didn't take long, Jasmine was ready with a work uniform and simple make-up. Rafael has also prepared a plate of rice with side dishes and hot coffee in front of Jasmine.
"Eat first, take it slow."
"Ah, your cooking is the best, El." Jasmine gave a thumbs up, praising her husband's skills.
"Just an omelet, anyone can make it." Rafael laughed, his wife was so innocent.
"Ah, I'm full. Let's go!" said Jasmine as she finished her coffee.
"Hey, Jas. Did you take your vitamins today?" Rafael reminds Jasmine.
"Ah, yes, I forgot." Jasmine took the multivitamin bottle out of the refrigerator and tried to get the contents out.
"Ah ...!" screamed Jasmine.
"Why?" Rafael finished putting on his jacket.
"Out of vitamins." Jasmine shook the bottle, making sure to repeat.
"Really? Alright, I'll buy it later."
"Only vitamins, not drinking a day will not be a problem either." Jasmine smiled.
"Don't !! You have to drink it !!" exclaimed Rafael.
"El ??"
"Um ... I mean, you're so thin and frail, I'm afraid hard work will make you sick. Ah, forget it, let's go! You might be late." Rafael took Jasmine's hand and invited her to leave.
Jasmine flushed, her face warm. Behind Rafael's previous nonchalant attitude, it turns out that the man was concerned about Jasmine. Who is the wife who doesn't flower when pampered and caress by her husband?
Automatic motorbikes sped onto the streets, pushing through the gaps between cars that were stopped due to congestion in the capital. The motorbike can easily move, slip until finally it is freed from the main road to another road. It only took 15 minutes for Rafael to drive his vehicle to Jasmine's office. If she takes public transportation, it may take at least 30 minutes.
"Here we are, Jas!" said Rafael.
"I'll work first, Beb. Be careful when you go home." Jasmine cheers on Rafael.
"You work hard too, huh."
"Yes Sir!" Jasmine smiled sweetly.
"I left."
Jasmine stared at Rafael's back away before heading back into the office.
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Rafael led his vehicle to a place. He visited a church not far from Jasmine's office. The church where he met Jasmine for the first time, where his best friend Albert began his ministry as a devout servant of God.
Rafael parked his motorbike then walked casually to the church building. The old building was cold and cool. The lighting that is not too bright and good air circulation makes this building do not need air conditioning.
Several elderly people were seen sitting on long wooden benches. Starting the morning prayer ritual. Enjoy meeting God and also friends. Rafael walked nonchalantly on the edge of the room to the small door directly behind the pulpit.
Other than Church Staff, Do Not Enter
The writing was displayed on the doorstep, but Rafael didn't care. He still entered without guilt.
A small room filled with brooms and cleaning utensils was neatly arranged in the welcoming cupboard to Rafael. Rafael put it away, then shifted the wardrobe shelf, there was a wooden door measuring 120 by 80 cm, Rafael had to duck down to enter the door. Again, a Basement.
"You came so early, El!" Albert was seen sitting casually smoking a cigarette. It turns out that the room is Albert's secret room. In addition to furniture like a house in general, there is a large screen with various kinds of images from surveillance cameras on the streets of the capital, then four large screens connected to a computer, and a lot of cigarettes with various brands.
"Can a priest smoke?" Rafael shook his head.
"Yes, if you don't get caught." Albert giggled, he put out his cigarette and got up.
"You're in a good mood ?! You must have been working on your beautiful wife, how many times did you guys play last night?" teased Albert.
"What's the point if you know? After all, you can't do it because now you're a priest." Rafael laughed derisively.
"You jerk !!" Albert shouted, he then hurried to open the wardrobe, changing religious clothes with casual clothes.
Rafael pulled out the cupboard embedded in the wall. There were various kinds of firearms of different sizes and shapes. Mostly long barrel type. Rafael picked up the black backpack under the table, took out its contents. Then wipe all the components with a soft cloth. When it was clean he hung the weapon back in the cupboard.
Rafael pushed the cupboard back into the wall, then pulled out another cupboard. Various kinds of equipment and sharp weapons appeared. Rafael hung the anemometer and the barometer to their original place.
"Until when are you going to keep your weapon in my room?" said Albert, a little annoyed to see Rafael always coming here to pick up and put down his gun. Rafael said nothing.
"How about V, has she cleaned up the rest?" Rafael drew closer to Albert as soon as he finished tidying up his belongings.
"Yes, I helped her clean up the surveillance camera at the hospital last night. Damn, she purposely gave the doctor a hand job to heat me." Albert shows the video in the hospital doctor's room, it appears V is pointing her middle finger towards the camera room while stimulating a doctor.
"Are you feeling jealous? If so, then you better get back together." Rafael tapped Albert on the shoulder.
"I'm a religious leader now." Albert denounced his colleague's idea.
"If you don't get caught, it's fine." Rafael shrugged while imitating Albert's words earlier.
"Fuck you!" Albert shook his head.
Rafael sat on the edge of the bed, looking at his fingers. Usually, there was a beautiful circular ring on his ring finger, now that ring is gone. Rafael didn't know whether to be grateful or sad.
"Hey, where's the money?" asked Rafael. The man decided to leave immediately.
"Oh yes."
Albert rose from his throne — super sophisticated hacking equipment — headed for the safe. He took out a large black bag full of money. Take one bunch and smell the aroma.
"Money smells good." Said him slowly then threw the bag under Rafael's feet.
"Tsk, the mayor killed his colleague for money." Rafael separated the money into three parts, for him, Albert, and V.
"Like K, he kills us for money." Albert smiled wryly.
"Don't bring it up, G." Rafael got up, carrying a bag full of money, was about to leave.
"Hey, you don't donate tithes! * For the treasury of God's house ?!" Albert stopped Rafael's steps with his teasing. Pretend to be holy.
(| * tithe: one-tenth of the income as an offering to God.)
"Fack you, G !!!" exclaimed Rafael.
"Albert !! My name is Albert now!"
Rafael is indifferent. Then left the church to V's veterinarian.
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