3-1 Nagini Meets Inspector Burhan
Police sirens wailed in the distance, heading straight for the Red Gang's hideout.
The place was eerily quiet—most of the gang members had already fled, either from Nagini's furious attack or from the wooden clubs of local youths who had had enough of the gang's extortion and intimidation.
The young men were now guarding several gang members Nagini had beaten earlier at Jono's rented house.
They groaned in pain, unable to move.
A clean-shaven man in a crisp police uniform stepped out of the patrol car, eyes sharp as a hawk.
His name was Burhanudin, rank: Inspector (Iptu).
Several other officers also emerged from the vehicle, all in full uniform.
Inspector Burhan walked into the crowd, scanning the battered thugs lying on the ground.
Burhan: "Can someone tell me what happened here?"
A young man named Budi stepped forward.
Budi: "Sir, these are the Red Gang! They tried to attack Mr. Jono, but Sister Nagini beat them all up!"
Burhan glanced at the woman in red standing with clenched fists.
Burhan: "So you're the one who did this?"
Nagini: "Yes."
Budi: "They've been terrorizing the neighborhood for ages, Sir!"
Another young man, Saridin, chimed in.
Saridin: "They've caused nothing but trouble for everyone."
Budi: "If it weren't for Sister Nagini, we'd never have dared fight back."
Burhan: "So your name is Nagini?"
Nagini: "Yes. My name is Nagini."
Burhan looked back at the two young men.
Burhan: "I've wanted to throw these guys in jail for a long time, but they're slippery."
Budi: "Everyone would be happy if they got locked up."
Saridin: "No more extortion disguised as 'security fees.'"
Burhan: "Yes, they'll be in prison for quite a while."
Then Burhan studied Nagini carefully, as if sizing her up for questioning.
Burhan: "You're not from around here. Where are you from?"
Nagini frowned slightly, answering hesitantly.
Nagini: "I'm not from this era."
Burhan held back a smile. As a police officer, it sounded absurd and amusing to hear someone say they weren't from this time.
Burhan: "From the era of kingdoms?"
He joked.
Nagini: "Yes."
Burhan couldn't contain his laughter, convinced she was just joking.
Burhan: "You sure you're from the royal age?"
Nagini: "Yes!"
She insisted, though looking a little awkward, still trying to hide her confusion in this modern world.
Burhan chuckled until his eyes watered.
Burhan: "You're funny. And strange."
Nagini: "You don't believe me?"
Burhan just laughed again, then changed the subject.
Burhan: "Alright, miss, I've got plenty more questions for you."
Nagini simply nodded.
From that night on, their relationship slowly grew closer.
***
3-2 Pondok Gede Indah Apartment
Burhan: "Nagini, you'll stay here for now."
Nagini stared at the tall building he pointed to.
At the very top, a large sign read: Pondok Gede Indah Apartment.
Nagini clicked her tongue in amazement at the strangeness of this modern world—tall buildings, cars, bustling crowds, and people cursing in the streets.
Burhan parked in the basement and they both got out, heading for the elevator.
Burhan: "Come on, Nagini. Let's get you registered at the reception."
They went up to the first floor and approached the front desk. A young woman greeted them. Burhan read her nametag: Karmini.
Karmini: "How can I help you, Sir?"
Burhan: "Do you have a vacant room?"
Karmini: "Yes, Sir."
Burhan: "We'll take one."
Karmini looked between Nagini and Burhan.
Karmini: "Husband and wife?"
Burhan: "No."
Nagini looked puzzled at their exchange.
Karmini: "What do you mean, Sir?"
Burhan: "For my work partner."
Karmini smirked slightly.
Karmini: "Oh… so you're work partners, not husband and wife?"
Burhan and Nagini exchanged glances. Nagini blushed, Burhan looked sheepish.
After completing the paperwork, Nagini received the key to unit 21-2B.
***
3-3 Nagini, the Red Jacket
After setting up the apartment for her, Burhan took Nagini for a tour around Jakarta.
He was behind the wheel of his white Avanza, with Nagini in the passenger seat.
Earlier, he had bought her new clothes—still red, of course.
A red leather jacket, black stretch pants, and white Eagle sneakers. She looked both stylish and modern.
Burhan glanced at her.
Burhan: "Beautiful."
Though a police officer, Burhan was actually the son of a wealthy businessman.
Burhan: "Do you like your new clothes, Nagini?"
Nagini: "You mean this red leather jacket?"
Burhan nodded.
Nagini: "Of course I like it, Burhan."
Burhan smiled, his mood lifting as they drove toward a café.
***
3-4 Burhan, Nagini's Grandson
Burhan: "I'm taking you to a quiet, romantic café."
Nagini glanced at him, then nodded.
They parked in front of the café and walked side by side.
Burhan suddenly stopped, holding her hand tightly, and looked deep into her eyes. His voice trembled slightly.
Burhan: "I like you."
Nagini was a bit startled.
Nagini: "Are you sure?"
Burhan: "Why do you ask?"
Nagini: "I'm from the 16th century, the royal era."
Burhan: "You've told me."
As a logical police officer, Burhan didn't really believe it. Time travel was the stuff of fiction, not police reports.
Burhan: "And I don't care."
Nagini smiled faintly, knowing he probably didn't believe her and was just teasing.
Nagini: "In this time, I should already be your grandmother."
Burhan chuckled. The "grandma–grandson" joke might actually hold some truth—Nagini had jumped nearly five centuries forward, so Burhan could indeed be a descendant.
Burhan: "But you've never been married. How could you have grandchildren?"
Nagini playfully swatted his back.
***
3-5 Kemang Raya Cafeteria
The two of them then walked back toward the large building of a café.
Before entering, Nagini read the sign above the door that said:
"Kemang Raya Cafeteria."
Kemang Raya Cafeteria was an elite café, a gathering place for the rich and well-established.
Wealthy businessmen, council members, government officials, police officers, and university students often mingled here.
Some came to talk business, politics, or art,
but most just came to show off their wealth: luxury cars, sparkling jewelry, and branded goods.
The luxurious and elegant atmosphere could be felt in every corner of the café.
After enjoying the view from outside, Burhan and Nagini entered Kemang Raya Cafeteria.
Burhan had already reserved a table, so they went straight to their seats.
Burhan: "Waiter, come here."
A young waitress approached.
Waitress: "What would you like to order, sir?"
Burhan pointed at the menu and opened it.
Burhan: "This drink. Two of them."
The waitress went into the kitchen. Moments later, she returned carrying two large glasses of fresh orange juice.
***
3-6 Armed Robbery
Burhan and Nagini were chatting about Jakarta. Nagini asked many questions, and Burhan was happy to explain.
Suddenly—
"Hands up!"
"Don't move!"
"This is a robbery!"
The loud voices made every customer in the café jump in shock. A wave of fear filled the air.
At the entrance stood four people wearing black masks. Only their eyes were visible through small holes in the fabric.
Three of them were tall and broad-shouldered, each holding heavy automatic firearms—likely AK-47s.
The fourth was smaller, with a noticeably fuller chest compared to the others—undoubtedly a woman.
***
3-7 Poisoned Needle vs. Bullet
Burhan: "Nagini, keep your head down! They have firearms!"
Nagini: "What is a firearm?"
Burhan: "It shoots bullets and can kill from a distance!"
Nagini: "Like an arrow?"
Burhan: "Exactly! Now keep your head down!"
Seeing Burhan's worried expression, Nagini began to understand the danger.
Her mystical and supernatural instincts kicked in, making her hyper-aware of the threat.
Both her hands slipped into her jacket pockets, gripping her poisoned needles tightly.
Up front, the largest robber pointed his gun at the customers.
Robber 1: "Hand over your jewelry and phones! Put them in this bag!"
Robber 2: "Don't resist! Or we'll shoot!"
Terrified customers quickly dropped their valuables into the bag carried by the smaller, female robber.
But one wealthy old lady refused, clutching her handbag tightly.
Old Lady: "Don't take my bag!"
Robber 1: "Shoot her! We're running out of time!"
Robber 2: "Densus 88 will be here any second!"
Robber 3, who was holding a pistol, immediately raised his weapon and pulled the trigger.
Bang!
The bullet shot straight toward the old lady.
Nagini, already prepared, threw one of her poisoned needles.
Whoosh!
The needle sliced through the air—
Clang!
It struck the bullet mid-flight.
As if swallowed by a mystical wind, the bullet lost all its force and dropped harmlessly just centimeters from the old lady's head.
***
3-8 Nagini, Just an Ordinary Human
The robbers froze. Fear began to creep into their eyes behind the black masks. With a trembling voice, one of them tried to hide his growing dread.
Robber 1: "Who did this?! Who dares pull such a stupid stunt?!"
Nagini stepped forward, standing tall before everyone.
Nagini: "I did."
Gasps filled the café. Some people held their breath, afraid Nagini would be riddled with bullets any second.
Robber 1 raised his weapon, panic and rage mixing with fear.
Robber 1: "You've doomed everyone here!"
Without hesitation, he unleashed ten bullets toward the crowd.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Screams erupted as chaos took over.
But Nagini was already in motion. Her hands moved with lightning speed, releasing ten poisoned needles with full force.
Whoosh!
A faint, cold wind followed the deadly needles.
Clang! Clang!
Each needle collided midair with a bullet, snuffing out its force. The bullets dropped harmlessly to the floor.
The four robbers stared in shock, their legs shaking. Their fierce bravado melted into pure terror, like lions suddenly turned into house cats.
Cold sweat ran down their spines.
The small one holding the bag of stolen goods fared the worst—her hands shook, and a dark patch spread down her pants. She had wet herself.
One robber's voice trembled.
Robber 1: "Who… what are you? You can catch bullets?!"
Nagini: "I'm human. Just like you."
The other three backed away.
Robber 1, having lost all reason, fired again at Nagini.
Bang!
Her mystical instincts kicked in. She moved like the wind, the bullet passing barely a centimeter from her face.
Crash!
The bullet shattered a café window behind her.
In the same motion, Nagini flung a second-grade poisoned needle.
Thwip!
Ugh!
The needle struck Robber 1 in the chest. His body went limp—knocked out cold.
***
3-9 Densus 88 Strikes
There was no hope for the robbers now.
The sound of sirens grew louder.
Robber 2: "Let's just run!"
The small one dropped the bag of stolen jewelry, its contents spilling across the floor.
She bolted for the door—
But too late.
A commanding voice rang out from outside.
"Stop!"
"Hands up!"
"Or we shoot!"
The three remaining robbers froze.
Outside, the elite counter-terror unit Densus 88 stood ready, weapons aimed.
Within minutes, all four robbers were subdued and arrested.
The café erupted in cheers for Nagini.
Burhan, meanwhile, found himself admiring her even more.
***
3-10 Seroja Indah Apartment
Not far from the University of Indonesia campus stood a towering forty-story apartment building. At its top, glowing letters read:
"Seroja Indah Apartment"
On the fourth floor, one modest but cozy room stood out.
A neatly made bed, a wardrobe in the corner, and a small study desk by the window.
Through that window, the city stretched wide, its twinkling lights scattered among high-rise buildings. In the distance, the Monas monument stood proudly, its crown plated with thirty-five kilograms of gold.
Inside, two young women sat side by side. They were identical twins—round faces, flowing curly hair, slender builds. Both wore pink leather jackets paired with tight black pants.
The slightly taller one was Rani. The shorter one, Rina. For strangers, telling them apart was nearly impossible.
Rani: "We've got evening classes today."
Rina: "Yeah, first time we've been given a night schedule."
Rani: "Come on, it's already seven."
Rina: "I hope we're not late. We're walking, remember."
Rani: "It's not far, Rina."
They giggled, locked their door, and headed for the elevator.
***
3-11 Rani and Rina, the Knife-Throwing Twins
Though it wasn't yet eight o'clock, the sidewalks to campus were nearly deserted. Cars passed only occasionally.
The tall buildings along the way were dimly lit, their lights fading into the night.
The usually bustling street vendors were nowhere to be seen. Only a few people strolled in the distance.
On one stretch of sidewalk, a group of young men loitered—smoking, drinking beer, and chatting. Some idly chewed on peanuts.
Below the sidewalk, four others sat singing along to the strum of a guitar.
Rani and Rina approached, chatting and laughing. But as they drew closer, they slowed.
The sight ahead wasn't encouraging—empty beer bottles, cigarette packs, and peanut shells littered the ground.
They looked like troublemakers.
Rani: "Rina, do we have to go through them?"
Rina: "Of course. There's no other way to campus."
Rani: "Aren't you afraid they'll bother us?"
Rina smirked, and Rani laughed out loud.
Without hesitation, they kept walking—heads high—as they passed the group.
Up close, four young men lounged on the sidewalk while six others played guitar and sang below.
One short, stocky man with chubby cheeks, narrow eyes, a protruding belly, and skin the color of roasted coffee—Martoyo—pointed at the twins and called out.
Martoyo: "Hey, guys! Look! Two angels have just descended from heaven!"
Three others immediately turned to stare.
One was small and skinny, with wild eyes, long hair, and tattooed arms. His name was Misnan, and he was the most aggressive of them all.
He stepped toward Rani and Rina.
Misnan: "Hey, girls… why don't you have some fun with us?"
Rani and Rina ignored them.
***
3-12 Rani and Rina vs. the Street Thugs
A tall, broad-shouldered young man with long wavy hair stepped forward. His name was Gendon.
His thick lips looked like they belonged to a tilapia fish, made even more ridiculous by the thick mustache almost covering them.
He held a hansip nightstick (Civil security officer's baton) on his shoulder and yawned lazily.
Despite his intimidating appearance, Gendon was… well… not the sharpest knife in the drawer.
Gendon: "Hey, pretty girl! Wanna be my girlfriend?"
Intelligence might not be his strong suit, but every time he saw a pretty woman, his mouth would automatically start running.
Only Misno didn't join the teasing—though his eyes stayed glued to the twins' faces, and his throat made a loud, audible Glegh! as he swallowed.
Misno was a lanky guy with messy curly hair, thick lips, wide eyes, and a thin mustache. His clothes were neat… but he smelled strongly of dried salted fish. Pretty women were his weakness, and whenever he saw one, his gulp reflex kicked in.
The four men surrounded Rani and Rina.
Misnan: "Hey, ladies, how about staying over at my place tonight? You can have whatever you want…"
Misnan chuckled sleazily.
Martoyo: "I could be your boyfriend instead…"
Gendon: "So, girlfriend, yes?"
Misno still didn't move, just stared and Glegh! again.
***
3-13 Beating Up the Thugs
The moment the words turned sleazy, Rani and Rina's smiles vanished. Both spun around to face the thugs.
Rani: "You're getting out of line."
Rina: "Speak politely to women!"
Misnan: "Why should I care?"
Martoyo: "Yeah, why should I care?"
Gendon: "Still waiting for that girlfriend answer…"
The three of them snickered like hyenas. Gendon kept patting his nightstick on his shoulder.
Misno? Still Glegh!.
The four of them reeked of alcohol. Their speech was slurred.
Misnan reached out to grab Rani's shoulder—
Tep!
Her hand shot up first, locking onto his wrist.
Crack!
Misnan: "Ow!"
Misnan dropped to his knees in pain, his fingers already swelling.
At the same time, Martoyo tried to grab Rina's arm—
Thwack!
Her hand caught his, twisting sharply—
Blugh!
Martoyo: "Ow!"
He landed on the pavement with a swollen arm, looking like he'd need a traditional massage… or maybe an exorcism.
***
3-14 Gendon
Gendon didn't react, still caressing his nightstick like it was his pet cat.
Misno stayed frozen, Glegh! again.
Misnan: "Gendon! Why are you just standing there? Hit them!"
Martoyo: "I'll buy you martabak if you do!"
Now, martabak is a sweet, stuffed Indonesian pancake—a delicacy Gendon would gladly fight for.
At the magic word, he raised his nightstick.
Misno kept watching nervously, Glegh! again.
Rani and Rina exchanged a sly smile. The nightstick strikes were easy to dodge, and within seconds…
Wham! Bam! Snack! Thud!
Gendon: "Ow! Mercy!"
The big man crumpled to the ground—cheeks swollen, head sprouting three new lumps, stomach aching, and lips puffier than ever, as if he'd been run over by a train.
***
3-15 Misno Runs Away
Misno was still rooted to the spot, but this time his Glegh! wasn't from admiration—it was pure fear.
He glanced toward a group of six guys singing on the street below, but they weren't part of his gang.
When Rani and Rina's eyes locked on him, his knees wobbled. Without caring about pride or dignity, Misno turned and bolted.
Misnan: "Get back here, Misno! Coward!"
Martoyo: "Traitor!"
Gendon: "If you come back, bring me martabak!"
Rani and Rina just kept walking toward campus, chatting and laughing as if nothing had happened.
End of Chapter 3
To be continued chapter 4