Arga promised to meet someone at a restaurant, but that person turned it into a cafe, a place where young people usually hang out; high school or college kids hang out there. He met at Tirta's orders; he said some of his men could help; and now he's in that cafe, waiting for Tirta's people to come. He looked at the place and found it to be quite popular among young people. Indeed, the place is clean and tidy, sufficient for photographers, and seems to be the target of big promotions from social media. Well, quite impressed, Arga wants to open a place like this too because it looks like a place like this will be very crowded in Bandung. Ah, why didn't he think of it? His mind cheered.
Someone entered the cafe and immediately glanced at Arga. Soon he sat in front of Arga, but it seems Arga hasn't been paying attention to him at all. Until he waited for a few minutes, Arga didn't realise it. It wasn't until he finally cleared his throat that Arga realised that he had been watched earlier.
"Sorry, I'm too preoccupied with myself," he said uncomfortably, because he made the man next to him wait and he was surfing in his own world.
"It's okay, Bo.
"Just call me Arga; it seems like our ages are not that different, he said anyway.
The man observed; his mind wasn't much different, but because he already considered Arga to be a client and also seemed to be several years older, at least two years older, he could call Arga 'Mas. That would be better, he thought.
"Ah, I can just call you Mas; it looks like Mas Arga is older than me," he replied politely.
"Yes, please, just as comfortable as you like. I thought you were like other bodyguards, having a big and athletic body, but it turns out you're not. Ah, I don't mean your body isn't good, but as far as I know, the people sent by Tirta are quite fierce and also have big bodies. He explained in detail, making the person in front of him smile too, even though he was still awkward, but he understood the meaning of Arga's words.
"Ah, I'm not actually Mas Tirta's messenger," he said honestly.
Arga frowned,deservedly, he said in his heart. Argus nodded. 
"Oh, no wonder. Then how did you meet him? Arga was curious.
The man in front of him actually chuckled and said, "Sorry, bro, I can just call you bro, right? I'm not actually someone sent by Mas Tirta; besides, how can I be his bodyguard if I'm not suited to work like this?" He said it honestly, which made Arga pay attention to him.
"Ah, why? There's nothing wrong with you," said Arga. The man chuckled.
"What's your name? I asked Arga again because it seemed like this man might work with him for quite a long time.
"Just call me Lucas," he said with a smile on his lips. Lucas likes Arga, which means that he likes Arga's calm and polite demeanour more than Tirta's calm emeanor. Ah, one thing they have in common is that they are too calm, and Lucas is quite afraid of people who are too calm because they might suddenly explode.
"Ah, yes, how did you meet Tirta? He asked again.
"I am Keyhan's younger brother, Mas Tirta's personal assistant," he answered, making Arga understand now what he meant. He nodded in understanding automatically.
"Oh, yes, so how can you help me? asked Arga too, because he no longer wanted to waste time, as he had been doing. Whatever the risk, he must be ready and take one step at a time.
"Actually, I can't help much, like Mas Tirta's bodyguard or the detectives hired by you guys, like the others. I can only help find a place to live and at least find out other identities; that's all. Because I don't like stalking. He said it honestly, making Arga chuckle. Then he nodded.
It's been a long time since Arga heard words that could make him smile without even having to try too hard to be funny. Just laugh at your own stupidity; make mistakes, and then laugh at them or other people's words that make them chuckle. Arga should have been able to respect himself. He didn't even have time to smile. How could he respect himself, let alone other people? Impossible! 
"Ah, worth it. Where do you work? asked Arga
"At an IT company, bro, he replied.
Argus nodded. 
"You can help me, right? Arga asked again, asking Lucas for help.
The young man in front of him didn't nod or shake his head. He wanted to know what help Arga wanted.
"Mas asked for help; I offered help, but the help I gave was sometimes a little illegal, even though we were employed, because we were supposed to protect other people's rights and privacy because work in the field stopped, but instead I sometimes gave it. Lucas' words are true; however, sometimes people who work in fields like this are at greater risk.
"Don't worry, everything is safe with me. I just want to investigate someone at the same time," said Arga determinedly, and Lucas could see that his expression was full of glints.
"All right, here comes what I gave. There are two, and please take good care of one; if you know the address, give it to me immediately. And this will be our secret. Don't give it to anyone, not even Tirta. Arga said very confidently and firmly that he couldn't let Tirta or Sean get involved with him any further. It's nothing; he just doesn't want his friends to get hurt because of him.
After his conversation with Lucas, Arga returned, still contemplating here alone, letting Lucas go first. He didn't want to look pathetic if he left right away; he just wanted to enjoy the time. But when he saw the watch in his hand, it was already half past two in the afternoon, so he finally left because he didn't have his cell phone with him. He decided to go home first. When he got home, he didn't see Mbok Siti; he was confused. He wanted to call for fear of disturbing him, but in the end, Arga decided to just leave it alone for a moment. He knew that Mbok Siti would not go far, at least not to her inner market. Meanwhile, Mbok Siti, who had just finished cleaning up, was very surprised when she saw Arga's device, which she accidentally touched, immediately come to life, showing the wallpaper from the cellphone, and saw a picture that shocked her beyond belief. Until it felt like Boko Siti had lost her sanity.
Mbok Siti came out of her room and was surprised to find Arga already in the kitchen.
"Eh mbok, at home? I thought outside," he said in a friendly manner without knowing that Boko Siti's face could see him.
"Den," he called.
"Yes?" Arga answered.
"Why to Bandung? Mbok Siti asked. Arga, who was surprised by Mbok Siti's question, stopped his activities of spooning rice onto a plate, put the plate on the table, and turned his body, facing Mbok Siti.
"According to you, Mom?" he asked back. Arga didn't answer but instead asked another question.
Mbok Siti examines Arga's face; there is regret, guilt, feelings of hurt, and a little hope—impossible for her. He still tried to answer.
"Don't tell me because Ma—
They heard the ringing of Arga's device, so the two of them stopped the conversation, and Arga went straight to the source of the ringing sound.