Cajaroh

Thug Strategy in setting me up...

I have to reopen the dark memories of the past. When I was the youngest to enter their plot. Than just being a slave. Asked to buy drinks, told to take a security deposit until told to damage the stalls that do not want to pay.

What I was looking for was also unclear. In addition to just being able to drink every day can tip's from the results of malak. But what made me most proud at the time (despite all my pride) was feeling like I had my own world. Proud to have a community that he said Faithful friends. Which if one is disturbed, the other helps no matter what is wrong.

Until one day, our post was attacked by another alley, many fled, because they were not prepared.

There's one man who's surrounded, I see him (The Corner) is already bonyok so monthly people who gang up on him.

I'm confused, it's not clear Jendul could die. His head was already full of blood, the former punch of the drink bottle. Until the broken bottle scattered around his body that has been lying.

To be alone is to commit suicide. Nor could it be nolongin.

Apparently besides me there are also those who pay attention to Jendul (then still called Arif )

Turns out that guy was Rofiq, my senior in the plot who was the bravest.

But even then he looked scared, not daring to act. Suddenly someone saw Rofiq hiding, because it was one that was threatened to be finished off.

" That's Rofiq..." Someone shouted.

Rofiq ran away, and there was a chase.

Ah Rofiq is the best, I just dive Arif.

As soon as Arif broke up chasing Rofiq, only two people were in the post. Dare not to fight two of my whispers in my heart.

Ah only two must be brave, I take a piece of wood. Sobbling closer to the post, as the two people let their guard down. I'm gonna hit one of them in the head. But doubtful if death continues to be investigated how ? Finally I just kicked the bag behind his bag down.

The sore part if hit, and its immediate effect can be shortness of breath. And that guy fell down and shut up, I thought he fainted. The one turned to me, spontaneously the wood I was holding aloud.

blotches...

hit his head lanhsung fell, did not know fainting or dead was bodo very already.

I tried to pawah arif Jendul would take me away. Eits this arif turned out to bring a machete, why not used earlier.

My max would take Arif's machete to keep watch. Know know....

Jrprasc...

An object pierced my back shoulder, I complained and nearly fell down. Because hold the machete without my opponent knowing, the machete I hit the head of the man without having time to open the machete holster.

As strong as I hit, until I also staggered down with that person also Arif Jendul.

Ouch...

I complained. I fell on a broken bottle..And form letters

...Z...

the wound was quite deep, and the scar has continued to form the letter Z since then I was called by the name of one letter only Z.

Long time I protest called Z who if read Zet hard no one pronounce it as SET. Whereas "set" in Javanese means maggot. I said, in memory of that event call me ZORO Aja.

" Alah the Westerners, call him Z this.." proposes the ,Arif.

" Eeh lo, if I am not samperin dah mampus also dare to say that ! " snuffled.

" It's a storm, just call him Zaini ! " said Rofiq.

" Don't wear it on the back, just let it be cool" I said.

" OK "all agreed.

" Who am I ? " ask Arif.

" Because lo used to be almost koit, Jejeran Gendul (lined broken bottles/sniffles. Then a name that is appropriate for you yes..

...Mystical...

Alias Jejeran fat, hahaha.." I said.

" Suitable.." said another compact...

............

There were good times with them, though beautiful in bad ways. But at least, there are memories of helping each other.

But why now they want to slander me, to throw me in jail. For a mistake I didn't make ??? Is the friendship that used to be so familiar, can be bought with money...???

Well maybe that's the reality of life...!

...........

" His guest has returned, sir ? " ask Amir to stop my daydreaming.

" Ogh already, how about...? " tanyaku.

" The incident is more widespread sir" said Amir.

"Yes already know, sir yadi already the story "I said.

" Last 2 hours ago sir, in the region of the code " continued Amir.

"Hemmm Hamlet klaci right ?! " sahutku.

" Yes sir, ask for my help but I also new at the adem, there are also." said Amir.

" Yes no longer papa "I answered.

" Yet there is also a father nyari, His name is Mr. Rofiq, Nanya do you live here, already have a wife's child has not kept his wife's name who is who etc ! " said Amir.

I was surprised to hear Rofiq's name.

" What do you keep answering ? " tanyaku.

I tried to hide my surprise and asked

flat only.

" I just said yes to live here, and already have a middle Javanese wife " replied Amir.

" What are you asking again ? " continued.

" Many sir, what are you doing now, where do you keep going ? " answer Amir.

" You tell me ? " tanyaku.

" No sir, I'm afraid people get a lot of tattoos too ! Fear of having evil intentions is the same father "he said innocently.

Wow, this would want to collect data for gossip and gossip

I have to move fast.

" Yaudah don't papa. You'll be able to change me, I'll go out. Continue to have finished all the lock doors, but the lights are all on. You've got a duplicate key. After going straight home, tell your mother I'm home no need to come here.

" When did you leave, sir ? " ask Amir.

" At any time, I'll be maghrib outside, congregation at your neighbor's house.

If Isha is in the mosque only "I said to Amir.

" Njih sir, go home at what time "ask him further.

" Don't know yet, don't wait ! " said.

I prepared everything and left.

" O yes, I'll send it to my wife on that phone. Now that's you holding. No. I'm on the table in that box of cards. Assalaamu 'alaikum.." I said.

Without waiting for an answer, I gasped. Either that time my emotions exploded, feeling betrayed. By people who used to be close, although now different jl life but whether to be hostile.

My goal is to find information on Lia's whereabouts the key witness to Yeni's murder.

Where should I start, should I interact with the Lc and the ladies of the night again.

I am still hiding my identity.

But I have a hunch that someone will spread my past first.

My villager has just accepted me or admitted that I am Hijrah. But maybe there's still something that can't be accepted. This is the chance enemy of my old friend's enemy. To frame me and incite the public, lead the opinion that I am still depraved etc. It would be easy to make me a suspect. At least that's what I caught in my dream.

Aah's hungry, get some food first ah.

I stopped for a while on the side of Jln.

I'd better change my appearance first, let's not just recognize people. If you need to use a rental motorbike, this motorbike is already known to many people.

The first step to change the rental motorbike, my motorbike is a guarantee. Then the muter uses a rental motor. Overnight plg 50rb.

No papa.

After getting a rental motorbike, look for a jacket and sunglasses.although not changing the face, if from afar people will not recognize this Yasin aka zain Alias Ahmad Sidiq my real name.

Yasin Name given by Abah guru

Zain My cominity nickname first.

Ahmad Sidiq The name my parents gave me.

...It's all , its history......!...

And this time, I acted as Zain..!

Because what I'm dealing with is my old community.

...........

With my appearance as Zain.

It would be easier to enter the night world. My appearance now is also the appearance of the previous Zain. I will follow their game.

With a D Tracker Rental motor and with this appearance plus a face covered in glasses and Slayer. No one's gonna think this is me as Yasin but this is Zain.

Stop by a stall that lights dimly but not a dimly lit stall. Except it's a stall whose lights aren't so bright. Usually the place is sometimes a place of gossip if you know good news.

" Indomie stew I don't wear it for long ! Long time no close warange....!! that's how a Zain speaks.

" Don't be fussy to go to the lager" I said.

I saw the first person to enter the stall spontaneously glanced at me all. No one knows, no papa...!

The only one who knows him is the seller.

" The boss of the noodles, what's the drink ? " ask the seller.

" Arakk.." My answer is short

" There is no boss here." The answer is.

Said the seller was a little scared, he thought this was still the old Zain. who if the pocket sometimes bon sometimes do not pay, hehehe.

" Oh kere (Poor lo) Yaudah white water only..!" sahutku.

" Siyap boss Zain" said the seller.

In my heart I said, this sir sori is just acting now.

The guy who glanced at me was probably surprised to hear Zain's name. Then downcast, maybe a new member of the rofiq who ever heard my name whispered in my heart.

Just in the middle of eating, came a couple of stifled girls who were drunk.

Bruuaakk

Put on the table, next to me again.

" Kul (Baskets \= Seller ) Ginger milk does not use a kutang..."

Shouted the man, as if he knew the voice....!

" Hey your mouth can not be memem, my appetite jd lost know no lo ! " said.

" What is your business... ? " he said without looking.

Plaac...

I slapped the guy's cheek not too hard he glared and took the bottle sp**te was about to hit me. While the girl next to him was scared. The other hand took the bottle, the left hand held my shirt ready to hit me.

" Bang*t you want to find.." the sentence was interrupted.

" Eeh lo kan Zain.duh sorry don't know "he said.

" Who you know my ma, so no storm, hit me if you dare "my challenge.

" No, I don't dare

it's me who used to love coming with Rofiq bang

I'm bang rofiq's men

" Owh so lo...? Salah lo people again eat lo kagetin. look full kuahnya until spilled "I said.

" yes sorry I changed the one I just paid for.

" Don't have no lust, you cute girl too.why do you want the same lo ?!? " said.

" bb not bang I'm not the girl.. ?!? said scared.

" not really a lo girl ?" I asked at the cook.

" yes it's not. It's just.." his voice stopped.

" What's it. "my bluff.

" So I kept having a drink and wanted to eat here" he said.

" For me only.. make you not pantes, can you not...? " my hardik.

" we can have no ties. ! " he replied with a tremble.

" Hey, your name is sweet ? " let me ask the girl.

" I'm a Tuti bang." she answered half-scared.

" Owh.. Tuti.. not a deceiver does it mean....? " i purported to scream.

" bbbb opening bang. I am indeed named Astuti bang ampuuun..! " the girl is getting scared.

" Where did you come from ? " tanyaku.

" From Magelang bang ! " answer.

" Ogh yes yes pantes according to your name. "I said original.

" Mm max brother ? " ask the girl.

" Yes the name of Astuti from Magelang

The Astuti Means the Original Descendants of Tidar..! " said.

" Yes bang Astuti is indeed from Tidar, how do you know bang...? " ask him.

" What do I not know ? " tanyaku.

" Yes, yes." he replied trembling.

" Lo come with me want not..? " tanyaku.

" Where is bang....? " ask the girl.

" Take to the railroad tracks, commit suicide together. Yes rooming at the hotel where else, would not..? " snap me.

"You want a bang...! " answer.

" I don't like to be lied to, lie to me I bury my life alive understand you...! " snap me again.

" Yes Bang I didn't lie if I wanted to sleep with my brother" he said.

" I asked again, what would you do, or what would you be afraid of...? " tanyaku.

" Want to bang not out of fear." he replied.

" Get out of the way, he said not a lo girl..! " i sniffed at that guy.

" Yes yes.bang "he answered while moving aside.

I deketin Astuti, I think still scared, thought I wanted to kill really time.

Actually I hate this role, I think of me as Zain is dead. But how else....?!?

I put aside my pity for that girl I have to stay fierce.

" Work where ? " tanyaku.

" Song Guide bang. "the answer.

" Say me Lc, right ? " snuffled.

" Bener bang "the answer.

" Why are you afraid of me, have you ever seen me eat people ? " tanyaku.

" Never bang ? " answer.

" Why afraid ? " I kind of snapped at him wanting to control his mentality.

" Often called by the name of the brother." because

" When did it come ?" my many.

" Often what else is the end of this end" he said.

" Who often calls me...? " hardikku.

" Bang Rofiq...? " answer.

"Lo don't be afraid, I just how much you charge for long time, last night for, I don't want it to be just short time... Call me pay cash !!! "

That girl is getting worse.

" Why lo diem, are you afraid I won't pay....? " tanyaku.

" No bang. I'm just afraid brother disappointed, because I lg obstacles can not be used. "he replied.

" Kok lo bego anyway, use another way you can..! " said.

" Yes bang siyap when bang ? " ask the girl.

" How long do you have a tariff, eits I value business. Lo say the price I bid the price is suitable transport the price is not suitable I unplug not so use lo ngerti...! " my bluff.

" Yes bang, honestly who use long time is rarely if there I open the rate 2 jt tp klo lg gini I jd confused open the rate. and make my brother often heard his name.But the first time to see, uh handsome too. Gini aja deh bang last night until dawn.I anyway borne traspot and eat all day also the cost of changing powder aja bang. "he said.

" you think I'm a trader who has to calculate the total cost of how much, very complicated lo ? say how much do not need to like sales presentation product,. cepet..! " snuffled.

" I'm sorry to bang, it's up to brother mo kasih how much tuti want...! " answer.

" Let's just say how much trouble I want to bury alive..? " snap me again.

" No bang.. jaudah 300 no papa bang..! " answer.

" Nah that's good, I see you haven't been eating, eat it first in half an hour I picked it up here. I booked the same place take cash first, you eat me pay ntar. "I said.

" Ok bang...! " answer.

" Kul's.. Pay it later." I said to the seller.

" Ok boss....! " answer.

.............

I left as soon as I could, entering the most remote hamlet looking for mushola. Fitting until fitting adzan maghrib. now Zain Closed appearance replaced Yasin again.

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