Dowager Bohay

Fights With Market Thugs

Djiwa turned around and found some market thugs pointing at her. The two body guards that he assigned to protect the employer who paid him dearly in every given task have made protection so that Djiwa safe.

"Do you want to eat?" ask one of the thugs. He wore jeans under his knees that were a color. It may have been months that the pants had not been washed. Not that it looks cool but instead looks kumel.

"Where are you? I just saw you around here!" The brown-clad thug with long torn jeans and ear piercings as big as the bracelet of the study mothers stared at Djiwa from head to toe.

"Who are we talking about? We're talking again!" replied one of the Djiwa body guards. His voice was made as calm as possible. They were both and there was their boss to protect, while this market thug could easily call his friends. If there is a fight then their numbers will not be balanced.

One of Djiwa's body guards glanced at the pocket of the thugs' pants whose ears were pierced. There was a knife he was hiding. It must be sharp because it is often sharpened and used as a weapon to protect themselves.

He gave the code while whispering to his friend who was replied with a nod of the head. "Dragon's Boss!" the whisper that you can hear.

The soul is aware that his salvation is in danger. Being in a hive of thugs like this is not enough just with the help of two body guards.

"What's this?" Jamal's voice rang out behind Djiwa's ear.

Djiwa turned around and saw the man she had been following since. Jamal recognized Djiwa. His forehead was wrinkled and remembered where he had met Djiwa.

"Loh, you're not the one in Bohay's Widow's Warung? Oh ... So you want to follow me? What business do you want to know what I'm doing?" Jamal's voice now began to rise. His face stared at Djiwa from head to toe. Looking at clean men who feel are not from the lower middle class.

"She was the same as her two friends mengguping talk lo, Bang," reported thugs with jeans kumel below the knee.

Jamal looked more at Djiwa with a look of dislike. "Neither? Who are you?"

"By the spiciness of lo!" chirps Djiwa. "Well, why do I try? I think your voice is sweet!" Djiwa instead challenges Jamal, making him even more emotionally burned.

Both Djiwa body guards stand by for the safety of their boss. They were sure a fight would happen any minute. The cause is especially if it is not a celebutukan boss that is not on time. Runyam. The boss is free, the tight-knit men clean up his work.

"Eh, you're being rude!" Jamal glared furiously while pointing at Djiwa. "Take someone like this!"

The thugs included in it the jeans kumel doing a warm-up movement. Jumping around like a great boxer. They were ready to fight against Djiwa and his body guard.

"Geez, you guys are also advancing!" Djiwa pushes the body of one of the body guards to advance, while he hides and only notices the unbalanced fight.

Initially two Djiwa body guards managed to hit the market thugs with their bare hands. But because of his carelessness, one of Djiwa's body guards was hit and attacked by another thug.

Seeing his men surrounded, Djiwa intervened. He fought the thugs with his martial skills are still quite good. The kicks and punches he gives to whoever attacks him. There were also a few blows landing on his smooth face.

Hearing that there was a commotion, some new thugs came. Djiwa and the two body guards who began to run out of interlocking lyrics and began to be overwhelmed. The number of market thugs was more than them, while the expected reinforcements had yet to come.

"Mampyus lo!" jamal Ogat.

Jamal laughed triumphantly. "A lot of style! What can you do in this area?"

"Lo don't say much! If you get to my same catfight, you're out!" threaten Djiwa's.

Jamal laughed mockingly. Jamal thought, Djiwa won't be able to catch him. He's in a market thug environment that will protect him. Not one two people, a hundred people could protect him at this moment.

"Protect Boss!" orders of one of the body guards.

Assisted by one of the body guards. The fight was getting more unbalanced until there was a crowded galloping sound. The police dressed in navy t-shirts came.

"RAISE ALL HANDS!"

The sound of shouting plus the sound of gunfire in the air made the fight stop.

"Please!" One of the policemen kicked a thug who was holding a penknife and intended to stab Djiwa. Luckily the police arrived on time.

Behind the room, Jamal was about to leave the area. He doesn't want to deal with the police. When body guard Djiwa spoke to the police chief of his acquaintance, Djiwa instead walked to where Jamal was.

One of the body guards faithfully accompanied where Djiwa went. One body guard takes care of thugs some of whom do not know what the problem is. Only on the basis of solidarity.

Djiwa glanced at Jamal who was sneaking away. Continue to follow Djiwa until Jamal is in the corner of the room. Apparently a dead end.

The shop that was empty because the residents left behind made Jamal intend to hide in one of the empty shophouses. He was looking for a way in and intended to get out when things were safe.

Unfortunately, the shophouse was locked. Jamal searched the middle of the shophouse where he could hide. Anything that matters is safe.

Djiwa smiled cunningly. He will get Jamal and information related to the death of Rose's husband first, Purnomo. With a steady step, Djiwa was already standing in front of Djamal.

A tin of paint that was near the leg accidentally kicked Djiwa. Jamal who was startled reflex jumped until his head hit the wooden shelf where he was hiding.

Djiwa crouched down and with her Joker smile made Jamal even more surprised. "Peek a boo! Baaah!"

Jamal's face paled. He remembered the threat of Djiwa, if caught then he was finished.

"Hi! Long time no see, Beb!"

Jamal is retreating and getting cornered.

Cit ...cit ....

Jamal complained when his hand was bitten by a mouse under a wooden shelf. "Aw! Fucking rat!"

Djiwa stepped aside as the black rat escaped past her. "Get out! That is if you still want to survive. If you don't get out, I'll make you a room with a company of rats!"

The shadow would room with a lot of rats, making Jamal afraid. He came out of hiding. With a swift body guard Djiwa caught him. Jamal's hands were held from behind. He won't be able to escape again.

"Actually .. lo who?" tanya Jamal was afraid. He didn't think it was wrong to deal with people.

"Gue .. According to whom?" Djiwa revealed a mysterious smile behind her face that turned blue. "Gue is the angel of life who will take your life! Catch that!"

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