These puzzles are enough to stress Daffa and Fera at the beginning of their marriage. To solve everything, now the two and Farhan go to the location that has been obtained after a few days he tracked.
"Who do you think is that person?" asked Fera.
"Don't know. I can't guess. As I remember, I had no enemies," Daffa replied flatly as she drove her car.
"If you look at how he sent all the messages and packages, I think he's a person who knows you, Fer."
"What do you mean?" asked Fera to Farhan.
"Farhan means that the person knows you very well. For example, the note sent to the home address, he also knows our moments when marriage and proposal. He can know my office address."
"Ah yes, Babe. I understand. But he was a real fad anyway. Until you have to be like this."
A few moments later, they arrived in front of an alley that only fit one motorcycle. The address points in that direction. The area is also very far from the city.
Shortly after parking the car, the three of them passed through the narrow alley by spreading their eyes to each other to find out the number of houses to go to. It is listed there, rose gang number eight.
"That's it, Daf! That is his home!" hissed Farhan.
Fera then came forward to knock on the house door but was held back by Daffa, who shook her head softly.
"You're behind me. Let me be the same Farhan in the front."
Fera nodded and followed her husband's direction. She heartbeat violently out of curiosity and was a little scared of this person who called himself X.
Knock Knock
A few knocks on the door. No one showed up to greet them. There is a pair of blue-white sandals on the front doormat of the house.
"The guy's not there."
There was an exclamation of someone's voice from behind them. A woman with a cinch in her head and partially bleached hair was a neighbor of the house owner that Fera visited.
"Where is he going, Mam?" asked Daffa.
"Don't know. Anton has left this morning. By the way, you guys are his friends?"
"A-Anton?" said Fera in amazement.
"Yes, Anton rented this house. The owner of this house is mom's sister-in-law. So, I know who's working here."
"Do you have his number, Mam? We're old friends and lost contact with him. The meal is trying to come here," Farhan quibbled.
"Hmm, there is. Wait, ok. I'll take the record first at home."
Instead of waiting for the woman to return, Fera frowned and held her head occasionally. This sudden headache was so unusual that she had her husband's arm to tell her that he was not ok.
"Babe? Are you ok?" asked Daffa in amazement.
"I'm dizzy. Can we go home now? You can come here tomorrow," Fera said softly and almost fainted.
"Hmm, ok. Let's go home now," Daffa concluded.
"Ok, you go home first. Let me wait for the woman here. Go home, let me ride an online motorcycle," Farhan added.
"Is it ok for you?"
"Relax. Go home first. Your wife is sick."
The two husbands and wife decided to go home first.
While waiting, suddenly came a man who seemed to be the occupant of the house just now.
"I'm sorry, who are you standing here?"
Not having had time to answer, the woman who had been waiting for her presence came and interrupted the conversation.
"Well, there you go. Anton, someone is looking for you. I'm sorry mom can't take long. I have to pick up the schoolchildren first."
The mother's departure left a question mark in the mind of the young man named Anton. Who is the man who said he was looking for her?
"Hi, I am Farhan. I was here with my friend intending to want to meet the residents of this house."
"Oh, ok. All right, come in first. It's not nice to talk outside like this."
The young guy looked friendly. It was not showing the slightest bit of excitement as a stalker. Farhan had time to think if he had the wrong address?
The two also finally continued the conversation in the living room, measuring five by ten meters, with a cup of coffee that the occupants of the house at the table.
"Sorry in advance if I was presumptuous, Bro. So, lately, my friend is often terrorized by some strange messages both at home, at work, and via SMS. What makes them furious is that the message contains vague speeches without the sender, who is also unknown. out of pity for them, especially her husband is my best friend in the office, I took the initiative to help her by tracking the whereabouts of the sender of the message through the ability I have...."
Still listening to Farhan's words, the young man occasionally sipped his coffee. Then Farhan continued,
"After I tracked it down, the address was here, Mas," Farhan explained.
"Ah, I see. I don't understand the same things. But I'm not the person you meant. Try it, report the police."
"In that case, I'm sorry that it interfered with your time. I have permission to say goodbye," Farhan said, preparing to leave the house.
"Relax, Bro. I'm sorry I can't help."
Farhan walked down the alley without success. While holding his device to order online transportation, he informed Daffa about the development of this problem.
Arriving at the mouth of the alley, Farhan's ordered motorcycle taxi driver was already waiting in front of him.
"Let's go, sir...."
On the way, Farhan did not stop thinking about the figure of the young man he had met earlier. Although it doesn't look suspicious, it's just that he feels awkward about Anton's figure.
A few meters to the destination, he reached into his pocket to take money to pay for the motorcycle taxi. He just realized there was a paper tucked away, which was a paper containing Anton's mobile number from the mother who hurriedly left just now. He opened it and frowned when he saw the number.
"Damn! This guy is trying to mess with me!" said Farhan furiously.
"Is there something wrong, sir?" asked the motorcycle taxi driver.
"Ah, no. Stop at the black gate before that, please."
****
"Babe, I can't handle this dizzy head...."
"It's ok, and I'm here. Soon we'll get home."
He heard his wife not responding, trying to wake Fera up with one hand while driving the car. He, who panicked, immediately turned his car to the hospital that happened to be passed by him.
"Doctor, please! My wife passed out!" shouted Daffa as he carried Fera to the emergency room.
"Wait in here, please. we need to check up on your wife first."
After waiting for a few minutes, Daffa was pleased to enter the doctor's room. With mixed feelings, he saw from a distance that his wife had come to his senses and gave a faint smile even though he was still lying weakly on the bed.
"Is my wife ok, Doc?!"
"Relax, sir. Your wife is healthy, and now she is pregnant with your future baby. Congratulations, sir."
"Seriously, Doc? You're not kidding, right?" asked Daffa, gloomy.
"That's right, sir. The age of the womb is already six weeks. Well taken care of, sir. Here I give you a prescription for vitamins to strengthen the content."
Both of them welcomed this happy news. Now, the dream of every married couple in the world is also realized by both. They didn't expect the relationship to go this far. The two then went home and planned not to immediately give this news to his family to be a surprise.
After Fera rested at home, Daffa decided to watch his favorite ball first, still awake. While looking through his mobile phone, Farhan received an incoming message that he hadn't opened yet.
"Uh, how about Farhan. Have you met the 'X'?" he said.
'Daf, call me now!'
Seeing the emergency message, Daffa called Farhan even though the letter had entered his cellphone four hours ago.
"Hello, Daf! Where the hell is you just calling now?!"
"I was from the hospital just now, Han. What's the matter?"
"Hospital? is Fera getting worse?"
"She's pregnant, Bro."
"God, thank God. Congratulations, Daf!"
"Thanks, Han. Now, how about the X stuff?"
"Ah, that is. When I was waiting for the woman who was earlier, the person named Anton came. He told me to go into his house, and I told him our intentions and purpose. He said anyway, and he's not the one."
"So? Are we got the wrong address?"
"Wait, listen. I took the number loved by the woman earlier on the road I targeted. And guess what? That number is the same number that sent the text to Fera!"
"He messed up with us?!"
"Yes, seriously! But, since I already want you to go home, I don't turn back there."
"Damn it! How dare he lie. Tomorrow I'll go there again, Han!"
Annoyed because he felt played, Daffa prepared a strategy to return to Anton's residence. Hearing Farhan's description of Anton, he didn't recognize this man. Then, what is the purpose of disturbing Fera?
"Babe …."
Fera's screams made Daffa go straight to his wife. At this time, he must be a standby husband who is always ready at any time needed.
"You haven't slept yet?" asked Daffa.
"I'm awake. You haven't slept yet?"
"I'm still watching the tournament."
"Babe, has there been any news from Farhan about this afternoon?" curious Fera.
Daffa, who was confused, was silent for a moment without answering. He didn't know whether or not to tell his wife about this news. The doctor said Fera should not think much and must maintain a diet. He was afraid that Fera would be more burdened with Anton's figure.
"Farhan said he had the wrong address. It seems that the number tracking system is going wrong," Daffa explained, lying for his wife's health.
"Ah, all right. Hopefully, this matter is resolved quickly."
"Amen. You're sleeping again, aren't you? Or are you hungry?"
"No, I want to sleep again. You don't sleep too late, honey. I don't want to sleep alone."
"yes, I'll sleep soon, coke."
Daffa kissed her forehead gently on the cheek. Then he left the room and again held his mobile phone as if he wanted to send a message to someone.
'Farhan, should we sue him?'