
"I'm an honest man, Ja, I'm afraid of Samuel, and of you. If I'm honest with you, you'll be angry with me and the others" Dimas said, holding back his fear.
"And you know yourself Dim! I'd be even more angry if you weren't honest with me. Especially you, Dim. You should be aware of your situation, you do not have to follow like Samuel and others," said the king spicy.
The King's words made Dimas hurt. But he also realized, he was a simple man's son. You could even say less capable. If it wasn't for the King who transferred the scholarship to him, Dimas wouldn't be able to continue school anymore.
"I want to be honest as long as you're not mad at me, Ja. And don't drop my scholarship, keep going, don't tell Samuel, okay!" said Dimas scared but still annoying.
"Udah chepek! You said it, Dim! Tell the truth about Samuel's problem, from beginning to end, don't be discounted or exaggerated!" the king said impatiently.
With sweat drenching his sweat, Dimas began to tell Samuel one by one the real problems. Even the time of Hana's attack in the teak garden, did not escape told by Dimas.
The king clenched his hands together, his face reddened, his teeth chattering, his eyes burning like fire, when he heard Dimas's confession one by one. His heart rumbled withstanding the emotions that were ruling him.
The king got up from his seat and kicked the garbage can, and the park benches lined up in front of him.
"Aaaarrghhhhhh! Your asshole! You should have died in my hands! You guys don't deserve me to help! Goddammit! Arrgh!" The king groaned holding his own head that felt like it was going to explode.
"I'm sorry, Ja! Maafin," Dimas knelt before the King in fear at the King's anger.
The king was eager to kick and finish Dimas that night. However, he can still control his emotions. The king turned around, and hit the trash cans to the peots.
"Because of you, I'm doing a very bad thing. Which I haven't done in my entire life, Dim! Especially with Hana. As a result of your lies, I bravely kicked him with a ball until he fainted! I can do that for whataaaaa, Dim! Demiiiii kalaaanannnnn begoooo!" The king expressed his frustration with anger.
In order to prevent him from doing fatal things to Dimas, the King chose to find a tree for him to forget his amra.
The king again beat the trees in the garden with a groan of anger. Dimas was very scared. He did not dare to say anymore. His body trembled at the King's terrifying manner.
The King is the shield for his genk, the King is like the King for his genk. The greatest and best king in his genk. Now I know the truth. His anger just overflowed. Dimas did not dare to look at the King's already red face with sweat soaking his body.
The King's hand was bleeding from the punch after punch he showed in the tree and also the garbage can.
The king felt very guilty towards Hana. The real girl was Samuel's victim, but she even added misfortune for Hana.
Hana, the innocent woman, is always to blame. The king was powerless as he imagined himself, deliberately kicking the ball violently towards Hana, until he fainted.
The king fell under a tree. Imagine his guilt to Hana and also Damar. His mind was stringing together many words.
"That means, Samuel's been mistargeted again. The one who should be ganged up is Hasan. Hasan is a confidant of Hana's parents, to look after Hana. So, not that guy," the king said in his heart, he assumed himself with his own thoughts after he managed to meet Hana and Hasan last afternoon.
The king really felt very guilty as he recalled the events in the square, and his meeting with Hana at the supermarket.
"You should be afraid when you hear the name Samuel, Han. You were a victim of Samuel? I'm sorry, Han! I'm sorry, "the King's mind while holding back his tears that began to pool.
"I'll make the same calculation as you, Sam! I'll finish you!" said the King very blusteryly, he clenched his two bloody staircases.
***
Hasan could not wait to finish Samuel and his friends off. Hasan continues to feel guilty for Damar because of him, Damar is still lying in the hospital gurney.
Wearing a jacket and helmet that were both black, Hasan walked out of the house secretly. Not to forget he was wearing his black gloves too.
At the same time, the King also came to Basecamp to beat Samuel, Rangga, Bayu and Dimas. However, he had not been able to enter, Hasan had already passed it first. The king was forced to become a spectator as Hasan began beating his friends one by one.
"Damn it! who are you, how dare to get into my basecamp!" exclaim Samuel.
Hasan did not answer Samuel's question, he continued to beat them one by one. Although Hasan was beaten, Hasan did not fall. Samuel tore Hasan's jacket with a knife and hit his hand. Even his stomach was scratched. Blood seeped from parts of his arms and also his stomach, although not swift but quite sore.
Hasan endured the pain with guilt and the ambition to kill Samuel and his friends. In order to preserve his identity, Hasan made no sound so that Samuel and his friends would not recognize him.
The smiling king grinned at the sight of Hasan blindly attacking all of his companions.
"I know, you must be Hasan! The man who should have been ganged up that night!" the King smiled.
When Hasan wanted to smite Samuel in the face the last time, the King ran and preceded him.
BUGS!
Hasan was startled and turned to look towards the King. The smiling king looked at Hasan while blowing his fist.
"Whoops!" The king blew his fist.
With a single bogem, Samuel sprawled with blood out of his mouth, nose, and even his ears.
Hasan was still shocked by the sudden arrival of the King. After a long silence there, Hasan who still uses his helmet, chose to immediately pull out of the basecamp and ride his motorcycle.
"This is balesan for all of you, who have dared to betray my trust! From now on, I'm not your friend anymore! It's chic!" The king spit next to Samuel who was already sprawled.
In the corners, the rest of the friends had fainted first. The king decided to pursue Hasan before falling behind.
Apparently, Dimas was still conscious. He cried and regretted his wrong actions. He should not have followed Samuel's footsteps. Apparently, Dimas forgot where he came from.
Despite being left behind, the King managed to follow Hasan from behind. The smiling king smirked at Hasan who was already in front of him with a distance of 300 meters.
"Ngapain is a guy chasing me. Well, I can look at it. I'd better turn the other way" said Hasan, who was aware of the King's arrival.
Hasan increased his speed again. The king smiled behind his helmet. The king increased his speed.
Hasan was circling the street. He then stopped the wheel because Hasan felt that he would waste time. The king is not a person who gives up easily. Without getting tired, the King continued to follow him, even when he had turned back in a direction that was quite far away, the King staunchly chased after him.
Hasan then took off his helmet.