GHOST SCREAMS

LIFE BETTING

After the two teenagers climbed into the boncer, the two motorcycle taxi drivers began to run the motorbike. But something beyond belief happened. The motor driven by Imran can not light up. The machine makes a sound like it's choking.

“Why the motor, Sir?” imran Tegur.

“Ndon't know this, Sister. Usually never like this,” replied the taxi driver while trying to turn the engine back on.

“Why is your bike, Boy?” reprove friend.

“Ndon't know this, Bang. I was also surprised,” he replied again.

“The gas is out of times?”

“Full cocoon. I just filled.”

“The solution may?”

“Iya times, yes? Try me check first.”

The motorcycle taxi driver then opened his motorcycle seat and took a special screwdriver to open the motor spark plug. Imran and Bondan initially noticed the motorcycle taxi driver who was trying to open his spark plug, but soon they remembered Tarjo and his friends and then they both looked back. And at that moment they were both surprised to see Tarjo's position was getting close to them.

“Pak, what if we both hitchhike to one motor only? You see we hunted once,” exclaimed Imran was still trying to cover up what really happened with the two of them at that time.

“Waduh, I'm okay, but sorry for my friend. Want to be left alone here?” answer the taxi man.

“Please wait a minute. After this must be fine kok.” Sahut the other ojek builder.

“No, Sir! We need to get out of here. If the two of you can not drive us, let us go home alone,” said Imran firmly.

“Loh, how do you say that? We were all right to help you guys. Your time is ngomongkayak that?” sahut one of the ojek builders.

“Not so we mean, sir. We actually wanted to wait for you both here and we are very grateful to both of you, but we really have to go now. We once again apologize for our irreverence towards both of you.” Imran said very politely.

“Please wait a minute!” The man pleads with Imran and Bondan.

Imran and Bonda looked back. Tarjo and his comrades were getting closer to the two of them.

“Ndan, the time is not possible. Come on, let's just run!” imran whispers to Bondan.

“Iya, Im. Come on, don't let Tarjo catch us both,” said Bondan.

“Pak, we're sorry, huh? We have to leave now,” Imran said in a hurry and immediately pulled Bondan to immediately run northward leaving the place.

“Where are you going?” sahut the ojek maker while holding Imran's hand tightly.

“Please let go of my hand, Sir! We have to get away from this place immediately,” whine Imran.

“Pak, please release my friend's hand,Pak!” bondan pleaded.

The two teenagers looked south. Tarjo's entourage was close to their position.

“Why are you in a hurry to leave anyway? Are you guys being chased by those guys?” said the other busker while standing.

The two of them had no reason to lie anymore.

“Ha ha ha .. How are we going to release you two? They are our friends. Ha ha ha ...” One of the taxi drivers said with a chuckle.

“APA?” Imran and Bondan were of course surprised to hear the words of the motorcycle taxi driver.

Realizing that their position was in danger, Imran immediately kicked the pouch against the man holding his hand.

“Wadaw!!!” the man shouted while complaining of pain.

Seeing his friend being attacked by Imran, the other man immediately threw a fist at the teenager. However, Imran who was on standby immediately dodged and on one occasion he attacked the man's back with his elbow. Eventually the man fell. Seeing the opportunity, Imran also hurriedly jumped towards the motorcycle.

“Bondan, Up!” yell Imran.

Bondan swiftly jumped towards the motorbike and Imran prepared to turn on the motor. Unfortunately, the teenager did not see the key in place.

“Damn it! The key is not there, Ndan! We have to run!” immediately imran shouted as he left the motorbike and hurriedly ran towards the north leaving two men who were complaining of pain due to his attack.

They immediately ran quickly to the north to avoid the pursuit of Tarjo and friends. At that time Tarjo had arrived at the position of the two motorcycle taxi drivers. Bad luck befell the two teenagers because not far they ran . Tarjo and his friends had managed to catch up with them by using two motorcycles owned by motorcycle taxi drivers.

Uweee!! Uweeeeeeeng!!!

The two motors circled around Imran and Bondan. The two teenagers stood back to face Tarjo and his three friends.

“It turns out you two beat up my son. Soon you two will die. Ha ha ha ha ha ..” cried Tarjo loudly.

Imran and Bondan stared intently at the two bikes circling them. A few seconds later the two motors stopped circling. They got off the bike and prepared to fight against the two teenagers.

“You're ready to die?” shout Tarjo.

“You are misunderstood. We have no intention of beating your children. We are just defending ourselves,” cried Imran.

“Same. You don't have to talk much. Prepare to die.”

Hiaaaaat …..

Tarjo and his friends immediately threw punches at Imran and Bondan. The two teenagers dodged until their punches hit an empty spot. A second later the other two friends attacked them both. Imran and Bondan were again able to twitch and hit them both back, so the two men fell to the ground. A second later Tarjo and his friend again threw a kick at them. The two teenagers lowered their heads and punched the bags of frankincense both of them from below.

“Wadaw!” shouted Tarjo and his friend loudly.

Imran and Bondan smiled amusedly seeing Tarjo and his friend groaning in pain. Unfortunately, they were not aware that from the south had come throngs of Tarjo's men who simultaneously aimed blows at them in a row. One or two people they can avoid, one or two they can counter-attack. But, so many people. There were some people who managed to throw their punches towards their faces.

Bugs! Bugs!

Not enough to get there. The men kept coming and ganged up on Bondan and Imran. Under such circumstances, the two teenagers could still fend off and hit back at some of them. However, there was only a blow that struck down towards them. And this time the punch came in a row and hit the heads of Imran and Bondan, so the two teenagers fell to the ground.

“Hajaaaar!” shouted Tarjo who had woken back up after a while of enduring pain.

Tarjo's men just beat Imran and Bondan with hands and feet, so the two teenagers were completely battered.

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Hm ... Othor. You guys not fasting today?