Hastungkara Hotel Blockade

Episode 1.1: Almost Only,...

Almost Only,...

Fadil's breathing roared along with the beating of his heart. The sweat came out as big as corn. Flowing on the surface of his skin that was already soaked by sweat.

I-i can. I-i can. I-i can. He said in his heart.

The cheers from around him started to sound faint. His brain was apparently deprived of oxygen. He was tired, but he kept pushing himself. No, this determines everything, her inner self again. That cheering voice, none other than from his senior and junior friends. Who supported him to win the third round of boxing that was on his way. He is very optimistic about winning. Look, the opponent, one of his juniors, his face has paled.

Wush!

The fist from his junior managed to avoid Fadil. While his right hand is punching upwards to hit the jaw of the opponent. He smiles. "I'm going to end all this" he murmured.

Fadil's left hand was floated with the remnants of his power. He pointed it right at the enemy's head.

Bugs.

Unfortunately, his enemy quickly noticed Fadil's attack and did block with both hands. Although, Fadil's strong attack made his horses waver, his head was saved. Shit, inner junior. He did not expect the weakest senior in STIN (High School of State Intelligence) to have such a powerful blow. Then, he smiled cunningly. But, uh,..

Bugs!

This time Fadil's punch successfully hit his junor's head. Straight away, his junior big body collapsed. If only there were no barriers in the arena, his junior's body would have slammed against the floor forcefully. But, the restraining rope in the fist arena restrained his body. Make that big body bounce slowly. While outside the ring, the audience put on a varied face. From the fun to the disappointment.

Fadil did not give his enemy a chance to rise. He immediately hugged his enemy's body, pulling him firmly. Flipped body. After that, he punches repeatedly he launched.

Bugs! Bugs! Bugs!

Face, chin, jaw, side head. Fadil enjoyed it a little. Some blood spurt from his opponent's mouth. But, his fist was stopped by the referee. Turn three has stopped. The clink of the gong rang three times.

Disappointed, Fadil retreated to the corner of the ring. Sit down, take a break. His friends gave him mineral water. He took it, drank it a third, while the rest he poured into his face. Crazy, inner, hot. One of his close friends, who is also his junior, Kiki, rubbed a towel on his body. It seemed like he was also talking about something, but Fadil's ears couldn't catch him clearly. Maybe because of some of the punches he received in the rounds he passed. There was also a lack of oxygen that he could absorb.

Gong rang three more times. Round four begins.

This is the last round, Fadil said, reassuring himself. Without further ado, Fadil attacked his enemy.

Bugs!

Succeeds. His enemy is out again. He immediately pushed him to end the game.

"One!" The referee and the audience began to count together.

"Two!" Fadil's optimism is rising.

"Ti, um,... Waitaminute! The challenger got away. It's almost."

"Damn!" Fadil Umpat. His strength was not strong enough to hold back his already sprawled junior. Hurry him up. Piling horses.

Whether he got strength from nowhere, his juniors looked fitter. He's making an attack. Fadil dodged. However, his junior lian fist floated up. Spanked off. But, it made Fadil's eyes round.

Don't-don't,... He's after my right shoulder? If it really can be bad.

Bugs!

Fadil managed to fend off his junior attack. He counterattacked the stomach of his opponent. Not wasting any time, he sent another attack. However, the attack was on his opponent's hand.

Fadil's eyes were again rounded when another junior's hand was already eyeing his right shoulder. There will be no time to avoid.

Bugs!

Fadil screeched loudly. The pain in his right shoulder was spreading. Damnit damnit! The audience rumbled in unclear who it was supporting. Not even he could deal with the pain in his left shoulder, a powerful blow struck his face. It made the floor very strong.

Dizziness!

But, Fadil managed to dodge when his opponent was about to take him down.

Cracks!

Wh why? Why does he know my weakness? His inner. Now the look on Fadil's face is like wet laundry, grisly. The gloves on his right hand suddenly felt ten times heavier. Worse, he couldn't move it.

In front of Fadil, his opponent had also mounted horses. Come close. Assaulting. Fadil could only fend off with his left hand. Because his right hand is dead. As a result, several blows managed to touch his face. Outside the ring, the penonoton cheered louder.

In vain, Inner Fadil. I can't fight anymore. If only I could use my legs, I might still be able to attack him. His head is really clumsy. Then, a huge blow struck his nose.

Bugs!

Blood is pouring from his nose. His body collapsed on the ring floor. Even when his junior overstretched his body, he was already unable to feel it. He lost a lot today. He almost won.

Well, it's almost...

***

"Friends, stop! I swear, I'm afraid of heights. Please, stop!" Pekik Fadil's. At that time, he was in a tree house. His body swayed his two friends, Wira and Damar. They're nosy at Fadil. At the same time testing rumors about phobia Fadil.

"It's really not funny, guys. Please Stop!" The pale fadil looked down. About ten feet from the ground.

Both of his friends even laughed as if they really wanted to throw Fadil.

"On the count of three, huh, Wir?"

"Ready!"

Fadil's eyes are rounded. He tried to thrash, but his body was held firmly by the two.

"Friends, please stop!"

"One,..."

Wira and Damar started to count and swung Fadil even stronger. The plan, they will throw Fadil into the tree house that they have given a more soft mattress. Unfortunately, Fadil had already thought that he would be thrown to the ground below.

"Two,..."

"Friends,..." Fadil began to resign, his voice low.

"Three,..."

It turns out that Damar and Wira's plan failed. Damar miscalculated. He released his grip on Fadil first. While the handle of the Wira that began to loosen did not have time to hold Fadil's body.

Wush!

Kyaa!

Bugs!

Fadil's body fell at a height of ten meters. His hand fell first.

"He fell. He fell." Said Wira panicked. "You, anyway. It should have been released when his body went right into the tree house, right?"

Damar was silent. He's very pale.

"You were intentional, huh?"

***

Fadil opened his eyes wide. Darkened. Sweat drenched all over his body. He felt pain in his shoulder. His head is still dizzy. His nose is hot and painful. He was still bare-chested and wearing his bokser. He was in his room apparently.

That dream? Inner Fadil. The dream was to remember it a year ago. Well, from then on, the bullet joint on his shoulder was easily dislodged. He's been to the bone doctor many times. They all could not cure him completely. Always break up again. Doctors advised not to use his right hand to work harder. That's why he strengthened his left hand.

His mind drifted far away. Remembering that match. He could not understand why his junior knew about his weakness. Was he told by someone? But, by whom? No one knows about this except,...

(Note: Hi, readers, keep my masterpiece, yes. Now the Hastungkara Blockade novel appears with a new version and a better plot. Stay tune's. Don't forget the criss.)