FLOWER WARS

Chapter 25. The Mysterious Robbers.

After disabling two guards, the three men with their heads covered entered the magnificent whitewashed house with European architecture mixed with Javanese. As soon as they entered, two indigenous women screamed in fear.

"Thank your hands!" one of the men with the head covered, put a gun to the two women. "Facing the wall!"

One of the men gestured to one of his friends to stand guard in the room. While he and one other person entered through the middle door.

A white woman in the kitchen with two of her native servants screamed in terror as the two men came in and pulled a gun.

"Shut up! Or your head I blow!" threaten one of the men while putting the gun's mouth on the white woman's forehead. "You! Show me where your money is!"

"K-we t-don't save money at home." The woman replied with trembling lips. Her face that still looked beautiful in her near fifties looked pale.

"Don't lie! Wanna kill you?" The man pressed the tip of the gun on his forehead. It made the woman grimace in pain.

"Quick say! I'm not afraid to shoot you in the head!"

The woman who still wanted to survive, had no choice but to obey the will of the robbers. With gunpoint intimidation behind his nape, he walked towards the main room with his two servants.

Inside the room, the woman pushed one part of the wall that apparently served as a secret door. He turned on the lamp and opened the only closet in the narrow room.

In the closet, there is a safe cabinet made of brass material. The woman took the key under the safe and with trembling hands opened it.

The two men behind him laughed excitedly at the contents of the safe. A few piles of banknotes and jewels were piled up there.

"S-please take. B-but don't hurt me," the woman asked.

"Just one safe? There's nothing else?"

"T-there's none. I-I-I didn't lie. The rest of our money is in De Javasche Bank."

The two men whispered to each other. Then one of them began to search the room. Not only that, he also searched the other rooms. Fifteen minutes later, the man returned and reported that he had found no other safe anywhere.

"Come, walk!" The other man pushed her back out of the room, as well as her two servants.

They gathered the Madam and her servants in the living room with the other captives.

"Follow their hands and mouth!" the orders of one of the robbers.

The two men obeyed the orders of their leader. The Madam was tied up on a chair, while her servants were on the floor. Each of their mouths was clothed with cloth.

While the leader went back into the main room to loot the contents of the safe.

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News of the robbery of the sugar factory director's house, Meneer Adolf Leander, has spread throughout the city, including at the Flower school. Robberies that have only happened again in a decade, after the rebellion of the Semarang fighters.

Of course white people become misgivings. They as much as possible tighten the guard in their homes. Many of them hire police officers to keep watch in their homes.

White people are increasingly wary of natives. Flowers also did not escape being the target of the slanted gazes of students at his school. Not just a slanted gaze, now coupled with a gaze full of suspicion.

"You are indeed humans who do not know they are lucky. Like a dog that bites the hand of the one who feeds it!" The greeting came from Anna's mouth, as Flowers flashed towards her desk.

The three white girls who were with Anna, smirked at the Flower.

"I'm sorry to have thought, maybe I can be friends with you guys" Anna said. "Now, just close to you, I'm worried. It's lowly, thieves and robbers anyway." Anna seems so upset. Especially if it's not a robbery at his uncle's house.

The flower, which had not wanted to listen to Anna's babble, and was about to sit in its place, now turned its body to face the girl. There was something in the girl's words that made her want to reverse reality.

"I thought you had a big glass in your house. Actuallyno. Or you have, but only used as a display," said Bunga in a calm voice.

Anna frowned. He could not grasp the meaning of the words Flower.

"We never told you to set foot on our land. You came here and profited from our land. What's that called if it wasn't a robber?" Flowers raised their chin haughtily.

Anna seemed to be holding back her rage. "You!" point at. "You have the seed of a rebel. I'll report you to the mayor's office" he threatened.

The flowers smile slanted. "Report it. You think I'm scared?"

"Look at it later!" Anna pushed the shoulder of the Flower hard until the girl shifted backwards.

"Hey! Wat is hier aan de hand (What is this?)?" Jacob who had just appeared brushed off Anna's hand.

"Ask this Honourable White Miss!" answer the Ketus flower. He stared at Anna for a moment, then left the classroom.

"Anna, why do you always bother Flowers?" Jacob looked at Anna's eyes sharply.

"He was the one who bothered me first, Jacob," Anna replied in self-defense.

"Omong empty!"

"Why do you always defend him, Jacob?"

"Because I know what kind of flower. You just want to vent your anger on her because I refused to get engaged to you!"

Anna was flabbergasted at Jacob's words. He hated the girl named Flower. "He has a lot of potential to be a rebel. He's dangerous, Jacob."

Jacob smiled in anguish. "We should look to ourselves. Who is more dangerous. The rebellious natives, or are we the ones who took their land?"

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