DORM WITHOUT CONTAINER

CHAPTER 44: KNOCK OUT

The light of the street lamps is not bright enough to illuminate the place but it is enough to give the experienced eye of Inspiration a chance to enjoy its face.

He was very young, a little thin and innocent. But that drenched face, that innocent face without make-up, hid a captivating fantasy. The longer you look, the better you look. And Ilham looked at him. Without realizing that the girl was even more frightened and misbehaved in the face thus by a young man who is not known, let alone a young man like Inspiration.

It certainly does not look like a schoolboy who at half-eight in the evening has been sitting at home making homework.

"Road yuk, Ham. The rain is starting to stop." Of course Vina has seen that ugly gelagat.

Some times the question is only answered "Ah, Uh" only by Ilham. Vita Maharani is not surprised because on her side there are women ayu and her attention has only focused intact to women ayu there.

The rain seems to have died down and indeed began to subside, although a little reluctant to stop the drops to end soon, he said, Ilham had almost gone to walk away from the place along with Vita Maharani but something held him back. There were two young men approaching him and seeing their attitude, the judgment of Inspiration had been negative that they were definitely not good people.

"Wait for someone, brother?" reprimand that one young man directly to the girl.

"Ooooo, no. Just a ride in shade." The girl's voice shakes.

It's not just because of the cold. Are those boys getting closer and closer to him? yeah...! And he was getting pushed into a corner.

"Only alone?" ask the other young man. There was a cunning grin playing on his lips.

The girl just nodded and Inspiration did not let the heart see the jolts of fear floundering in the look of the girl's eyes. Aaah, those innocent eyes! The holy eyes of a baby! Where have you ever seen such an eye?

The combination of honesty and charm is very stunning of course! She's afraid. But not willing to give up. He was still struggling to keep the backpack he was carrying! yes, the only one of hers!

How could Inspiration just leave him? And he was already moving back to where he was about to leave and when Vina Maharani was trying to hold him by holding his arm.

"Continue your way back to the dorm, Ham, '" he whispered seriously. "Don't look for them!" The Vita Maharani.

Ilham Alfarizi looked on in anger. "And let them rob the girl?" Say Insert firmly.

"What does elo care?" gerutu Vina jemu's. "Don't pretend to be a hero here. It's not Captain America or Spiderman anymore." Reply Vina.

Now the gaze of Inspiration changed in wonder. "Elo until the heart let the girl be their victim?" Inspiration Reply.

"It's none of our business!" furious Vina was irritated. "We're not cops either!" Vina.

"But I can't let it go, Vin!" the Inspirational Protest firmly. "Gue should try to help her!" With confidence Ilham continued his words and in the release of Vina's hand which was still holding his arm then Ilham walked slowly with all calculations to return to where the girl was before.

Once again Inspiration turned to Vina. This time with a more astonished look. "You don't feel sorry for him, Vin? She's both female. Like elo! You don't want me to help him?" Ask Inspiration.

"Of course not!" furious Vina was annoyed. "Which girl is willing to let her boy be another girl's hero?" Reply Vina again.

But Inspiration could not think anymore. One of them had held the girl's hand and tried to snatch her backpack. The girl was still struggling to keep hers going but the other young man was embracing and restraining her waist from behind.

"Silence, sweetie! We just want to help you get this backpack!" Said one of the unknown men later.

"Eh, wait a minute!" snapped Inspiration while yanking the man's shirt. "Just ask for a backpack!" Ilham. Seeing Ilham, they immediately released their victims.

"What do you want?!" hardik youth who was more sturdy while pulling out his knife. "Don't pretend to be a hero and interfere in other people's business!" Further.

"Bringing someone's backpack should be the owner's permission!" suhut Ilham while looking for opportunities.

Of course Inspiration can fight but fighting two men with a knife is not the same as fighting against his friends one school and they must have been trained in fighting.

Beating them is definitely not as easy as watching a kung fu movie. Is wrong...! wrong, he himself will be stabbed. But they apparently do not like to talk much, their work, brushes and sambar immediately. So before Ilham finished speaking, they had both attacked. Forced Ilham to take off his jacket to wrap his left arm around it and use it as a shield. But they are really nimble. The tip of the knife had managed to tear off Ilham's arm before he was able to kick the knife's wrist. And two pretty hard punches landed on his face. Inspiration felt a warm liquid flowing from the cracks of his lips that broke and then felt dizzy. And was staggering backwards when the stab of the other knife almost stopped in his hull. Then something happened that was not expected.

The girl swung her backpack at the man's back. So strong that his entire petite body was pushed forward. He fell down with his backpack. But he has given Ilham a chance to improve his position.

"Run!" imham exclaimed with gasping breath. "One more round I'm sure to knock out!"

Ilham was still able to overwhelm both of his opponents for a while longer before a single, extremely crushing jotosan hit his stomach.

It's lined up to the back. A hold on his body. And crashing to the ground. But not to the point of being held back because there was a pair of hands that gently supported him to sit down. At first Vina thought, but when from behind the curtain of blood covering her face she saw the girl's face, her anger exploded again.

"Run!" he grinned while grinning in pain.

He felt his entire stomach as if it was about to spill out. But still forced to reject the girl with one hand back to her body.

"Run! What are you waiting for?!"

Instead of running away from her, the girl took out her handkerchief and shrunk the blood that covered Ilham's face. The young man could see more clearly.

There were a few people who were already crowded and stopped there. The two bastards had been nowhere to be seen anymore and so was Vita Maharani.