Bloody Bond

Chapter 16

Fahri was ganged up at the same time from all directions. Fahri was not given the slightest space to recover energy. The only way is to avoid it first. Mightiness. Fahri should have calculated the enemy's power.

The criminals are cunning. They look meaningfully at other friends. Each one took out a black mask. Fahri was astonished, quite relieved there was a little pause to neutralize the breath. What will these criminals do? Turns out one sprayed a liquid towards Fahri.

"Damn it! You guys are losers." From the smell it's obviously right if it's an anesthetic scent. Fahri tried to cover his nose with a handkerchief. Unfortunately, I inhaled a little.

Fahri looks starting to stagger.

"That's the consequence of not hearing our advice."

The three men laughed in unison around Fahri and beat him up. Took Fahri from every direction. Thinking intelligently, Fahri ran a little away from the polluted air.

Buccancy

Buccancy

Buccancy

Adu jotos has been encouraged again. Fahri acted more nimble than ever. Fahri almost won. The three men had already fallen to the ground. Everyone grimaces in pain. Fahri will beat again at someone who wants to wake up. "Although Mister. Forgive me Sir!"

Fahri is not a loser who mistreats his opponent when severely injured. He was very happy and chose to leave.

Not in the least, it turns out to be just a cunning toy of criminals. When he started to let his guard down, his feet were choked by one of the criminals. The other two criminals immediately got up and ganged up. One other man managed to stab Fahri in the arm.

"That's right! Cunning."

Fahri immediately kept his distance from them. There's wet liquid running down the jacket hole that's torn. Fahri ignored his injuries and refocused on putting the horses together. The three thugs looked at him full of ambition.

Damnit damnit!

His hand was certainly not as strong as before. The pain and pain made his movement obstructed. Fahri has to rotate the brain smarter. Because then you can only use one hand to defend and fight. 

"We 'Red wolf head' never lost. Especially just fighting a snot boy like you."

Fahri understands who he is dealing with. The Red Wolf is a notorious mafia. Some of them are indeed wandering around looking for prey from robbing and stealing and even looting shops and markets. But it is outside the village. Fahri did not suspect that this plot had spread to his own village.

"Wait on! If you're a red wolf, why can't you recognize me." Denying Fahri

"Are you an artist until I get to know you?" They laughed again

"Don't outwit us boys, face the truth if you're brave."

"You think I'm scared? Rawe rawe rantas malang. You guys have been spreading troublemakers! Must be destroyed."

Fahri knows who the boss of the Red Wolf mafia is. But why none of them knew him. Is something wrong?

"Stop it now, Kang!"

The one who was told to nod. Accelerate footsteps with a wicked grin. There is no sense of humanity left. Glare will be spoiled results that are not how much the price. The shadow of victory made the criminal dark-eyed to point a knife at Fahri.

"It turns out you're strong, too, boy."

Bughh

Bughhhh

Suddenly everything began to unbalanced hit on the face makes the head feel heavier. His eyes began to blur. And Fahri fell down as a black shadow came closing in on him. 

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In a white room. Two women look nervous. Sometimes they wipe away the tears that do not stop dripping. The oldest one sits on a chair right next to the right side of the gurney.

A man they loved more than themselves was helplessly stretched out. The infusion needle is attached to her wrist. A doctor has just looked at the patient.

"The wound is deep and poisonous. So it may take time for the patient to be awake. It depends on the patient's immune system. But luckily, the prick didn't hit the inside of the organ."

Many times the sentence was ringing in Sibu's ears. Anxiety grows over time, never showing a good start. Fahri was still lying without opening his eyes. In his heart Sibu lamented the fate of his son.

"Come awake, son!" Lirih Sibu several times kissed her son's hand that was not attached to the infusion.  Sibu placed the hand again very carefully. In the open shoulder and chest there is a bandage that is quite thick. Sibu rubbed it trembling. Tears can no longer be compromised. Sibu rubbed his eyes rough with the tip of the shirt.

If only he knew it would eventually be this way, of course, strictly forbidding Fahri to leave. Sibu will let Syafa chase after her brother. Even if there is a fight but at least not physically hurt painfully. There is regret and deep sadness. But what can I do. Destiny which one knows.

Syafa has no power to resist the turmoil of his heart that never improves.   Fahri refused to open his eyes. It frustrates the girl. When they left, they were fighting.

"Why do you take care of me, brother! You're so mean. You go and go home in bed. What dreams make you feel right there?"

"Mom, just rest. Sibu sleeps on this bench. Let Syafa wait for Big Brother. Waking up late is not good for Sibu's health." Quite jolted, Sibu woke up from the daydream. Syafa had laid out a blanket for her mother's bed. It is quite cold, but at least it will be warmer if you wear this pedestal. Thought Syafa.

Pretending to be tough is hard. Although Syafa's words sounded wise, his tears showed that he was not as firm as he looked.

Sibu understands if her daughter is worried about her condition which is often sickly due to age. But she couldn't calm down before finding out if her son was okay. Never sleep well, just eat it doesn't taste good.

"Don't be a grown-up, son! The three of us are family members. Everyone who is in it is a part of the other." Sibu tucked into Syafa's haircut that looked messy. He realized that his son would be more hurt than he was. Look at how the girl who often combed her hair neatly is now collapsed like a bird's nest. Sibu unravels some of the tangled hair with fingers.

"We can feel the suffering of one another. Like when our feet are hurt, but the sad ones are our eyes. That hiss our mouths. And our hands, will automatically press the wound to reduce the pain. We are several parts called members and become a unity called the body. So too as family. Fahri is a part of you. You feel the pain too. It's just you don't want me to worry. Thank you, Son. You've grown into a good girl."

Syafa embraced her mother while crying sobbing. Both are dissolved in haru and sad.

"Thank you too, Sibu. Sibu took care of Syafa and Kak Fahri without complaining. Trouble working for our survival all along."

Sibu patted her son's arm that was stuck to his neck. Shafa was crying in the recess of sibu's neck.

"Excuse me, can we come in?"

To be continued...