ABHIMANYU WORLD

Chapter LXXXV: Fake Superhero

The barbarian man's sturdy hand was still clutching my collar, making it hard to breathe. For a moment I felt so upset, wanting to rebel and get angry. I realized this was in vain, because it was obviously impossible for me to fight two men who were clearly different in size. Could die silly thumped them. All right, I gotta follow the flow of the game.

“Iya, I'm Abi!” I answered half a whisper.

It is still inconceivable what will happen after I mention the name. I hope it's not a bad thing. If you want to take a mobile phone or wallet please, because I have been anticipating since from the contract, not to bring a lot of money and a cheap phone. But soon I realized the motive was not a matter of property. There must be something more personal.

“You can order from Mr. Yudi. Here!” said the man while slapping a punch in the stomach.

Buuk!

A powerful blow hits the stomach, creating intense pain. I almost vomited it. The other man laughed at my suffering. If I had superpowers, I'd have them. Unfortunately I can only complain of pain.

Mr Yudi? Of course I remember this name well. This arrogant man Bu Roffi's ex-husband apparently still holds the embers of revenge on his chest. Technically, I have nothing to do with Ms. Roffi. In fact, I decided not to enter into his personal life. Apparently Mr. Yudi was still harboring the flames of anger when he found out I was staying at Bu Roffi's house. It turns out to be true my guess, this is not a matter of treasure.

“Just finish him, Ndut!”

I heard another man's voice as if it was encouraging to finish me off. For a moment I thought, maybe this is the end of my history. If these men continued to beat up, then it was likely that there would be a name. In my heart I pray, may it end in a state of solemn khotimah.

The man called ‘Ndut’ smiled cynically, about to throw one more punch to the abdomen. Ah, sorry I never took up martial arts training. Just realized that self-defense is very important at a time like this. In the past, many offered to practice martial arts. If it is useless, it is better to focus on what is. My fate is like a little mouse being played by a cat before being eaten.

Not yet had the Ndut to throw a punch to the stomach, a beam of motor light highlighted our place. Thankfully, there was a motorbike passing by. I hope he can help or at least stop this crazy act. My prayer was also answered by Allah, the motorbike stopped at the edge of the sidewalk. Two men were sitting on their backs, with helmets still covered in their heads, so I couldn't see his face either.

“What is this?” ask the man who just got off the bike in a firm voice.

It seemed like he was starting to get suspicious, when he saw me staggering while holding my stomach. My mouth was clenched, not daring to answer the man's question, afraid that the assailant would act recklessly. So I chose to signal through my eyes that I needed help right now.

“You what you are!” snapped the Ndut no less barbaric.

“Let's just die you guys!” add the other attacker.

The men who just got off the bike showed no fear at all. They looked calm, unaffected by the ravings of the barbarian assailants.

Without opening the helmet, one of the men spoke sternly,” We are policemen on patrol. We got reports of a lot of criminal incidents around this place. So don't fuck around! If you are weird, this gun could explode in your head!” the man with the help said it firmly. He made a gesture about to pull something out from behind his waist.

“Go or we take it to the office!”

Pretty cool threat! Be loved, ulam arrived. I myself did not expect that the two men were patrolling police, although it was a bit of a doubt because for many years this place was untouched by the police and such.

The man with the helmet opened and looked at me worriedly.

“Bi, are you okay? Why are you here at night?” ask the man in aid.

Exactly as I thought. That's why it seems I'm no stranger to sounds that are deliberately made fierce. The original sound was not like that. Yes, I saw Andre and another male figure that I did not know. Physically, Andre is tall athletic similar to the stature of the police, so naturally the attackers were keder too.

“I'm going to the lecturer's house, Ndre. Thanks yeah. Fortunately you came. If not tomorrow my name is already plastered in the newspaper with a large article ‘Students Handsome Dead in Charge at GOR Kampus’” selorohku with full relief.

“Iya. I'm really surprised you saw you get gang-raped. I thought you were gonna get raped or flanked. Night in the dark, suspicious. Good thing I'm through here. I'm new from college, my phone missed in class.”

“Raped? Just delicious! I'm still a virgin tau!”

“Haha. It's me as my sister-in-law, Mas Arbi. He's Inneke's brother. I was at Inneke's house, kept realising that someone was missing, so I asked Mas Arbi to help me,” explained Andre.

“Ooh, from home-in-law? Thanks Mas Arbi,”, I said with a smile. The man replied with a smile.

“Where are you going? Want to continue to the lecturer's house or go home to the rented?”

“It looks like I have to cancel a visit to the lecturer's house. My stomach hurts so bad for those criminals. The oath is very sick. Want to lay down like ...” I said while grimacing in pain.

“Gosh! Don't die yet, Bi! Kasian Dahlia's. Let me call you a taxi or an ambulance!” chirping Andre.

How does he know about Dahlia? Maybe my story is already moving throughout the campus like the story of Romeo-Juliet?

“Okay, whatever. I'm just going to the contract!” my moans.

The pain in the stomach is no joke. Still feels pain until the heart. It was only the first time in my life that I received such a devastating blow. For a moment, you never hit me like this.

“Yo wes, no anter use the motor first! Mas Arbi wait here yo Mas. I'm not sending a virgin this one!”

As I said before, the final term of duty is a time of trials. Not just internal factors, but external factors as well. An example is the event that just happened. What's my fault trying? I've been as neat as possible to avoid problems, in fact the problems that are approaching.

Obviously I've closed the story related to Ms. Roffi, but it turns out that there's still something left. Feeling irritated. Because of this, the appointment to meet with the guidance counselor was canceled. I can assure you Mr. Kusumo will be angry, and it may be more difficult to find. But what is my day? My stomach feels pain. I hope Mr. Kusumo can accept this excuse.

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