Enyong From Garong Village

Chapter 1

This story is just a delusion, yes, nothing in the real world. Mung halu tok from the halu🤭's mother.

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This story tells about a village, originally named Papakan Village. However, do not know since when suddenly the village is known as Garong Village, why the village is called Garong Village? Because almost all of the residents work as a thief, plundering, robbing or ordinary people call it a garong. Only a few people would not do the job, but, instead, would prefer to be a beggar. Walah biyung, that is how the people of Garong Village do not loot or rob but beg or beg. Wes ora ono sing real 🤦🤦🤦

One day, the wife of their chief gave birth to a beautiful-faced girl. The daughter was forced to be foster and raised by her father because the mother had died during childbirth, with the help of his men who were both robbers or garrisons, he said, they took care of and educated the daughter who had been named Marissa by her mother before she died. However, the men garong from the father like to call him Enyong. Enyong grew up to be a tomboyish woman, teaching Enyong martial arts as well as immune science that is not effective against weapons.

Mr. Rohman, sir, enyong's father deliberately educated his only daughter like a man because Mr. Rohman did not want to have a weak child so that he could later replace himself as the leader of the garongs in his village. Lead the citizens well. Mr. Rohman is a cruel leader or leader, he does not hesitate to kill his victims without feeling, he is feared by all Garong residents. They all bowed to him. Sorry yes gaes, the story is like a fairy tale children yak.🤭 Hopefully not ngebosenin yak. Jump through yok to 😁🙏 conversation

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17 Years later.

"Rpa ... Father, Enyong left first yak." shouted a teenage girl while running out of the house.

"Nyeong! clurit where did you put it?" shouted Mr. Rohman.

"Ealah Bapake private anyway sir, nguh at Bapake's desk what if not clurit." Enyong showed me the table behind Mr. Rohman.

"Eladalah, yo wes sono go find a lot of duwit!" mr. Rohman orders while walking to take his celurit on the table. "Eh, Myeong! Later if you go home do not forget to buyin batagor ya Nyong, you again want to eat batagor."

"Bapake is craving again!" cut Enyong.

"Yinya!" snapped Mr. Rohman while glancing towards Enyong.

"Ready Bapake!" Enyong immediately ran over to his friends who were waiting in front of the house.

"That is, we say yak Bah, do not forget to pray for us so that today we meet the tyrant twisting again bring a suitcase of money, we can immediately gasak deh!" There was a scream from the young men outside the house.

"Yes, it's too bad to leave, don't mengompleh continue to hunt tuh tajir people run away." replied Mr. Rohman with a loud voice from inside the house. Not long heard the sound of the motor going away from the yard of Mr. Rohman's house which was quite spacious.

"Oh boy, I'd like to rob you if you don't have a gun. La piye iki bedile was left behind.( Bedile it's pistole ya gaes🤭). "Other careless boy is very yak, how to be a leader in place of bapake, if his nature is like that, wretched!"

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"Wih ... turns out the Goddess of luck is on our side Nyong, look!" said a long-haired young man pointing towards the middle-aged woman who had just walked out of the bank.

"Hohoho, yes Son, it seems that the woman has withdrawn a lot of money" continued the other young man.

"You know you both. How do you know that the woman has withdrawn a lot of money? Don't even pay off the debt, hihihi." Enyong chuckled to himself.

"Yes, Paijo, new napa bentar again good at ngupil." Enyong protest.

" Snake!" sniffed the young man again.

"Iye iye .. buju busyet was already very chatty," Enyong immediately went to the middle-aged woman who was walking alone while carrying a medium-sized bag of women. Enyong turned to the left and to the right checking the situation.

"Hem .. safe," muttered Enyong softly as he walked leisurely toward the woman who seemed to be in confusion. Enyong deliberately crashed his body, pretending not to see the middle-aged woman who was walking.

"Ealah Fatuk, be careful if the way napa," the middle-aged woman looked annoyed with Enyong's attitude.

"Oh, sorry Mpok intentionally. Uh, that's not intentional, he ...." Enyong was even whiny.

"Where are you going, young man?" ask the woman.

"Nr ...." Enyong thought for a moment. "You go to the Bank Mpok, you want to take duwit," replied Enyong origin while scratching his cheeks that really do not itch.

"Mpok took duwit as well huh Mpok?" ask Enyong back while staring at the bag that was held by the woman.

"Boro-boro take duwit, pay off the debt nduk!" obviously that woman.

"Nature, pay the debt? Well lo, ape I kate earlier," muttered Enyong lirih while turning his face.

"What's up?" asking the woman was like hearing something.

"No ape-ape Mpok, hehehe." replied Enyong with a cry.

Somewhere else.

"Buju Buneng, noh boy say yak, lha even chat with mom instead of directly samber aja bagnya." said the young man gondrong was from a distance looking at the enyong and middle-aged woman. "Jo, it looks like Enyong needs help, I'm going there Jo."

"Yes sono, help Enyong!" the order of the young man who was older than those named Paijo. the young man immediately went to two women who were busy chatting. The young man stopped his steps when he saw a police car passing by.

"Gaswat, I'm not going to jail yet, run away. Ah, but what about Enyong." the young man was silent, he thought for a moment. Finally the young man decided to re-join his three friends earlier, when he saw the police car instead walked to the Bank and stopped right next to Enyong currently standing.

"Why did you come back here?" said Paijo when the young man gondrong was back.

"Gue hasn't gone to jail yet, don't see a police car" protested the young man riding on his motorcycle.