Berandal Kampung

Chapter 1 The Rooting

Brums!

Brums!

Brums!

The noise of a number of dirt-real trail motorcycles deafen everyone's ears when passing on the streets.

Some delinquents with the appearance of sangar are seen chasing a young man who has tried to escape due to the braking done by them before. To be sure those people do not know the origin of why the young man who was pursued was in contact with them.

Of course, the terrible event was very surprising to all villagers who were relaxing. Until scattering holding their children who are playing in front of the house to go inside.

Because the BMX delinquents are one of the Identifiers of the group of young people who are notoriously sadistic and cruel. They don't care who they're dealing with. So that not a single villager dared to reprimand the young people.

Moreover, the majority of the population there, devoting their lives from working for their parents who do have a high degree and position in Batuku Ayum village.

So naturally, if the young people have a proud and arrogant nature. To do beyond the limits of reasonableness.

Incidentally, the position of the complex there is very close by the houses of residents who are only five feet from one house to another.

So there was no way for the young man to run in the other direction except to keep running straight ahead.

"But Bang, forgive me for not chasing again!" Pinta, a young man named Malik, is an 18-year-old boy. Being ganged certainly already aged 2o years and above.

"Stop Malik, you won't be able to run away from us, hahaha...!" Timpal Farid dressed as a rocker.

No more power to keep moving legs because of fatigue, Malik stopped his decision to run away and knelt in front of the 6 men who formed a line in front of him as if to race the fastest and wait for the referee to blow the whistle.

"That's a bang, my goodness. Malik actually accidentally threw his motorcycle with a bottle of mineral water earlier!" Please be very worried. Until the circle of the young man's eyeballs turned red withstanding the fear that words could not describe.

One of the delinquents turned off his trail motor, then walked towards Malik in a haughty style. Where his mouth is engrossed in chewing gum that occasionally forms bubbles.

"What's your name?" Ask the young man.

Athar Azmi is the son of a coffee plantation owner in the region. His grandfather was a village elder where he was greatly respected for his kindness in the village.

But they did not expect, Athar who was actually educated and raised to be a virtuous person even grew into a delinquent who was feared.

How many times has Mr. Dirga had to deal with his family and the police only to free himself from the entanglement of the law and the insults of the families of victims who have been hurt.

"Ma-Malik Bang!" Reply to the young man who was in the corner.

"Oh... You know who I am?"

Athar's question is not really to get along. But that is precisely what does not want to be faced by all those who have tripped up problems with it.

"I-yes Bang, I know very well Bang Athar!"

Bugs!

"Ah...sick Bang!"

Malik holds the left shoulder blade. With a face full of cold sweat. Malik was convinced that after this his life would soon be over.

"Who told me to look for it because of me. Farid, give me the strongest and hardest wood!"

Athar turned his hand back. Of course Farid got off the bike and took the thing that Athar asked of his other friend.

"Which part do you think you want to knock off?" Athar asked the young man next to him. The wood was in Athar's hands.

"Which is Thar. The important thing is that he has a special memento from us, hahaha...!"

Athar and all those delinquents laughed very satisfied. Unlike Malik who was frightened and tried to inching back. Wishing a miracle from God would come to save her.

Not far from that place, apparently there was a child who peeked at their behavior. He immediately ran to Aunt Marwah's house to complain about what he saw.

Coinciding with that, Uncle and Aunt were not at home. There was only a veiled girl who seemed to be busy watering her favorite flowers. Every day the habit has become mandatory work for the girl.

Alzena Asahy is Uncle Ardy's niece who has no parents. Both died when Alzena was a baby. Said Uncle, the death of Alzena's parents for having been killed by someone who had a grudge against them.

Thanks to the affection and sincerity of Uncle Ardy and Aunt Marwah who sent him to the cottage leapren, the girl grew up to be a prayer woman who always kept her aura well. He had just returned to the village a while ago. So not many people know him.

"Sister, Brother Zena there's bad news...!" Shouted Fahry from a distance. His breath was heard hunting and going up and down.

"Hey, Fahry what's up? Why not say hello first?" Ask Alzena who immediately turned off the tap where the water flowed through the one she was wearing earlier. He walked over to the boy about 8 years old.

"Sorry Kak hastily, it's Bang Malik in the rogue. Looks like they want to make Bang Malik paralyzed, let's help brother pity Bang Malik!" The boy was impatient.

"AstaughfiruLahaladzim, where's Dek? Let's take Brother!" Pinta Alzena immediately followed the footsteps of the little boy. With a little run.

Arriving there, Alzena was surprised to find Malik roaring in pain due to Athar beating one of his legs.

"Aw, my Bang. Pardon Bang's pain, please stop Bang!"

Alzena who saw that could not help but hold back her anger. He moved quickly and approached Athar and pushed the young man's body firmly.

"Stop fucker!" He screeched with a sharp look at Athar. But it has been confirmed to have dewed by tears of anger.

All the young men stared in wonder. They exchanged views with each other like wanting to ask if any of them who knew the red veiled woman was in harmony with the shar'i clothes she was wearing at this time.

"Are you demons? How to do zholim to others?" Connect with Alzena again without letting go of her gaze long enough.

hearing Alzena's words, Athar instead developed a dismissive smile. He may care about the words of that woman. It was easy for him to make Alzena helpless.

"Then what do you want? You want us to do the unexpected?" Sneering Athar winked one of his eyes at Alzena who cursed the young man's actions.