At 1:00 AM, the subtle vibration of Naufal's cell phone on the nightstand shattered his dream. He opened his eyes slowly, the dim light of the bedside lamp illuminating the face of Sinta, his wife, who was sound asleep in his arms. The soft scent of Sinta's perfume still lingered faintly in the air. Carefully, Naufal reached for his phone. The screen displayed the caller's name: Bripda. Rian. A member of his team on night duty. An uneasy feeling immediately gripped him.
Naufal answered the phone. "Hello…" he said slowly, his voice hoarse with sleepiness. He tried his best to keep his voice from waking Sinta. The warmth of Sinta's body embracing him felt so calming, a sharp contrast to the heavy task awaiting him.
"Dan… information indicates the target is about to make a transaction," Rian reported, his voice sounding tense, interspersed with the ear-piercing hiss of the night wind. Naufal felt his heart pounding faster. This was no ordinary case. This was about lives, about a huge responsibility.
"Location?" Naufal asked, his voice now firmer, his sleepiness gone instantly.
"At the old dock, near the fish storage warehouse. They're using a small boat, Dan. Information indicates there are about five people involved," Rian replied. "We're on standby around the location, waiting for instructions."
Naufal frowned. The old dock… a grimy and dark place. Ideal for shady transactions like this. "Any description of the suspects?"
"One person is burly, likely the mastermind of this operation. The rest are his men. They're carrying large backpacks, probably containing evidence," Rian replied. "We have photos, Dan. I'll send them via message."
"Okay. I'll be there soon," Naufal said. He glanced at Sinta once more. His wife's face looked peaceful in her sleep. He didn't have the heart to wake her, didn't want to worry her. However, his duty called.
"Roger, Dan. Be careful," Rian replied before hanging up.
Naufal slowly released Sinta's embrace. His movements were careful, trying his best not to wake his wife. He got out of bed, his steps soft and silent. He put on his clothes quickly, choosing clothes that were comfortable and practical for moving. In the living room, he grabbed his car keys and wallet. Briefly, he glanced towards the bedroom, making sure Sinta was still fast asleep.
In the car, Naufal opened the message from Rian. Attached were several photos of the suspects on the run, but enough to give a picture. He studied the photos carefully. He had to remember the characteristics of the perpetrators, so he could identify them quickly in the darkness of the dock.
The journey to the old dock felt long and tense. The cold night air enveloped him, but he didn't feel it. His mind was filled with the details of the mission he was about to undertake. He had to be prepared for all possibilities, from resistance to other unexpected situations.
Arriving at the location, Naufal parked his car in a hidden spot. He observed the surrounding situation carefully. Dark. Only interspersed with the dim light from distant streetlights. The stench of the sea and garbage mixed into one. He saw several suspicious figures passing by in the distance, but he couldn't be sure whether they were his targets or not. The sound of waves breaking the silence of the night added to the tension of the atmosphere.
Naufal contacted Rian via his communication device. "I'm at the location. Report the situation," he said.
"Dan, the targets are in sight. They are making a transaction at the end of the pier. We are ready to intercept," Rian replied. "We are waiting for further instructions. They look nervous, Dan. One of them keeps looking towards the main road."
Naufal took a position, hiding behind a pile of old wooden crates. He took out his firearm and communication device. He rechecked his ammunition and made sure his communication device was working properly. He couldn't afford to be careless. His safety and the success of this operation depended on his readiness. He felt a cold sweat on his forehead, but he tried to remain calm. Years of experience had trained him to control his fear.
He observed from a distance. Five people, exactly as the information he received. They looked restless, occasionally glancing around. Naufal noticed how they exchanged large backpacks, their hand movements quick and alert. He recognized the burly man with the dragon tattoo on his arm – the mastermind of this operation.
Naufal waited for the right moment to strike. He had to make sure everything went smoothly and safely. He paid attention to the position of his team, making sure they were ready and well-coordinated. He also paid attention to the direction of the wind, making sure the smell of gunpowder wouldn't betray their position.
"Strike!" Naufal ordered through his communication device.
Instantly, Rian's team emerged from the shadows, ambushing the perpetrators. A brief chase ensued, but the perpetrators were stopped. There were shouts and sounds of impact, sounds that echoed in the silence of the dock. Naufal helped secure the perpetrators and the drug evidence they were carrying. The perpetrators' resistance was quite fierce, but Naufal's team was trained and experienced. They managed to subdue the perpetrators without causing any casualties.
After everything was secure, Naufal checked the perpetrators and the evidence. He made sure everything was well documented. He felt relieved, but also tired. The tense mission had ended successfully. He contacted the office to report the success of the operation.
At 4:00 AM, Naufal arrived home, he saw Sinta was still fast asleep. He approached her slowly, stroking her hair gently. He felt guilty for leaving Sinta alone in the darkness of the night.
Naufal lay down next to Sinta, hugging her tightly. He felt the warmth of Sinta's body soothing him, eliminating the fatigue and burden of responsibility he had carried all night. Sinta woke up.
"Where have you been, dear?" she asked, her voice still hoarse with sleepiness.
"Just a little work," Naufal said, trying to hide his fatigue.
Sinta caressed her husband's face. "You must be very tired," Sinta said, her voice soft and full of affection. She felt the stiffness in Naufal's facial muscles.
"My tiredness disappears when I see your face," Naufal replied, smiling. He felt a deep sense of relief. He was grateful for his safety and the success of the operation. He was also grateful for the presence of Sinta, his wife who always gave him strength and peace.
Sinta wrapped her arms around Naufal's neck. "I will definitely miss your warmth when I'm away from you later.." Sinta whispered, her voice almost inaudible, but full of affection. She kissed Naufal's cheek gently.
Sinta caressed Naufal's face, her fingers feeling the stiffness of the muscles in her husband's face. She brought her lips to Naufal's ear, whispering words that only they could understand. Words that expressed longing and deep love.
Naufal smiled, he kissed Sinta's lips gently, a kiss full of gratitude and affection. The kiss was long and passionate, expressing longing and deep love.
"Thank you, darling," he whispered, his voice filled with tenderness.
Sinta returned Naufal's kiss with passion, a passion born of love and loyalty. They were both carried away in warmth and affection, forgetting for a moment the danger and tension they had been through. In Sinta's embrace, Naufal found irreplaceable peace and tranquility.