How to Become a Mafia Boss

Chapter 1

The first floor corridor of SMP 2 Building Jakarta.

“Heh boy, get outin all your money!” Two young people with colorful hair like gulali pressed a weak skinny student against the wall.

The student looked down and said softly. “I don't have money.”

Sirk! One slap landed on the disciple's face. “Don't bacot you much, spout!”

The disciple was slapped until the corner of his lips turned red, tears flowing down uncontrollably. At this time the short and fat young man beside the tall youth said, “Udah, do not get scuffed. This kid is the top student in my class, haha!”

The tall young man looked towards the disciple. “Sial, look at the looks. Make what is school smart.” He looked over and said to the fat man. “Dut, check his pocket, can't believe me he doesn't have any money!”

The fat youth replied briefly, then advanced before the disciple. “Winston, release your hands.” It turned out that the disciple heard what the tall young man said, his hands clutching his pants pocket tightly.

Seeing Winston clutching his pocket tightly as if not hearing what he said. “Sial, I thought you farts like yes?” The fat man immediately kicked Winston in the stomach. Made Winston hit the wall hard. The fat young man forcefully pulled his hand, then put the other hand into his pocket. Put out 10 thousand money that is already shabby.

The fat man gave the money to the tall young man and spat on the floor. “Badness, basic do not know yourself.” After saying that, he immediately left with the tall young man while laughing happily. Leaving Winston in pain.

Winston Santoso is a student of Class 3 Junior High School 2 Jakarta, he is active in learning and very smart, his grades are also very good, becoming a general champion in school. But he has an introvert nature, has no friends, plus his thin and small body, so often bullied. SMP 2 is not a strict school in Jakarta, school regulations are not too strict, so sometimes there are young people from outside the school who enter the school area. These children were not very big, for all sorts of reasons no longer in school, just wandering around was unclear. Seeing a weak and bullied disciple, if not annoying then it would have cost them money, maybe then they would feel great!

Standing in the school corridor for a moment, Winston bent his body picking up his bag that had fallen on the floor, then walked out of the school. On the way home, Winston's eyes were filled with tears, inwardly asking inwardly: Why? Why do they keep bothering me? Why don't they bother others? Why me?

No one could answer his question, the darkness of twilight shedding his tears. Winston goes home, before he goes into the house he rubs his tears, he doesn't want the house people to know that he was bullied at school. Weak people do not have prestige, even their prestige is much higher than others. Winston pulled out the key and opened the door, there was only his mother at home. The cooked food was arranged at the dinner table waiting for him to come home. As soon as he saw her coming home, Winston's mother said, “Come quickly eat, it will be cold.”

Winston nodded and asked, “Where is papa?”

“Today papa night shift, so do not go home,” said Winston's mother while taking rice. Winston only answered ‘Oh’ then sat down while looking at the food on the table without appetite.

Seeing Winston just sitting and not eating, his mother asked anxiously. “Wins, why? You're not feeling well?”

“No!” to prevent his mother from suspecting him, Winston picked up the cutlery and began to eat in silence.

Winston lives in a simple family. His father was a driver, so often overtime. His mother was a small trader. Although his family was not rich, he never lacked money. Because her grades at school were good, her parents felt very calm, as long as she asked for money, her parents never refused.

The next day, Winston remained as usual, waking up at 5:30 a.m. After reading yesterday's errands, breakfast, then leave school after asking his mother for 20 thousand money. His house is not far from school, only two roads from home, if the fast walk does not need 5 minutes to arrive. Winston came to his class, his class is still locked and no one has come yet. Winston took out the class key and opened the entrance to the classroom.

He sits in the front seat, not because his body is short, but because he learns well, the one who learns well will sit in the front, the one whose value is ugly will sit in the back. The seat position will be determined by the repeat value. Schools have an explanation for a system like this: the poor value must be because they like to chat and do not listen to the teacher properly, letting them sit in the back so as not to disturb others, he said, letting the students who listen to the lesson seriously can learn quietly.

Winston sat in his seat while reading a book. After a moment the sound of students arriving began to sound, the quiet classroom atmosphere began to buzz. Students who have friends began to gather, some were talking about how exciting the film they saw yesterday, some were talking about which artist is releasing a new song, some were talking about which artist is releasing a new song, there are some students who exchange stickers that they have collected. The ambience of the market class.

The class was getting crowded and rowdy, Winston furrowed his brows, putting down his book. At this moment the fat young man who snatched his money yesterday walked into the classroom, putting his bag on his seat. Looking at Winston who was sitting pensively there, walked over while chuckling. As soon as he got closer, he directly hit Winston on the head. “Woi, day bring money no?” Winston was taken aback, then said while shaking his head. “No carry.”

“No bring?” The fat youth chuckled and said, “Then I want to check.” After saying that he immediately put his hand into Winston's pocket.

Winston held his hand in a trembling voice. “Do not, my money to buy lunch.” Seeing him not want to give money, the fat young man immediately hit Winston's face: “Damn, dare to act you?!” the pain in his face made Winston's eyes red.

At this moment all eyes in the class were instantly fixed on them, some were astonished, some were watching happily. Seeing the classmate looking at him, Winston's face instantly turned red, he knew his pride was being trampled on. Winston's semeja friend could not bear to see him anymore, a round-faced girl said to this fat young man: “Carlos, you are so outrageous, why hit people?”

Carlos pointed at the woman. “So get out there, what does it have to do with you!”

The woman glared at him and said, “Why, hitting people is wrong.” A friend who had a good relationship with the student helped him. “Already Carlos, do not fuss, the teacher already wants to come tuh.”

Carlos nodded, saying as he looked at the silent Winston. “Ok, you son of a bitch, just wait later!” He turned around and returned to his seat in annoyance.

My colleague Wiston pushed from the side: “Why are you such a coward? The more you fear him, the more he will bother you. You don't have a sister at home! Just have to come over to beat him up then he he'll stop.”

Winston nodded and said, “Thank you.”

Suna who saw this attitude of his was immediately upset, she turned her head and no longer served him.

The hard day is finally over. After school, the students in the class went one by one, but Winston did not dare to leave, he was afraid that Carlos would invite people to intercept him in the corridor. And in the end, only he and a few picket students remained in the class. The student who was picketed today was named Zola, he had also been bullied by Carlos before. Seeing that Winston hasn't come home yet, he sweeps in and asks, “Wins, why haven't you gone home yet?”

Winston held his head in shame. “I still have a problem that does not understand, later just go home.”

"Hehe, you're really diligent. Your score is good!" Not long after, Zola had finished sweeping the classroom, then picked up her bag and said, "Wins, I'm done with the sweeper. You go home, don't you? If you want to go home with it."

Winston shook his head, "You go home first, we're not in the same direction anyway."

Zola says 'bye' and runs out of class holding her bag. Winston waited a little while longer, seeing that time was past 6, feeling Carlos could not possibly wait for him until this late, maybe thinking he had come home since.

Winston tidied up his book, then walked out of class with his bag. After locking the classroom door, he turned around and left.

The average school student is home at this time. Many lights in the corridor have been turned off, so it is dim. Winston walked all the way to the corridor of the 1st floor, this was the place he feared the most, because Carlos and his friend were always waiting for him here. Seeing no one in the corridor, Winston could finally feel relieved. But just walking halfway, the classroom door at the side suddenly opened, from the inside appeared 5 people, and among them there was Carlos and his friend who yesterday robbed Winston of money.

Carlos said with an evil smile. "Winston, you're finally out too, you're making us wait a long time!" After saying so, they immediately surrounded Winston.

Winston felt so shocked, he had never been bothered by this many people, tears almost dripping down. "Carlos, morning... Sorry this morning!"

"Damn it! Don't talk about anything else, get the money out first." Carlos felt they were crowded so spoke very loudly and boldly.

"My money has been used for lunch, now it really doesn't exist anymore."

Carlos chuckles. "Nobody, I hit it too so there's." After saying so, he immediately kicked Winston's thigh. The other is berandal in their respective classes, is a student who is not afraid to make trouble. Seeing Carlos play with his hands, they did not talk much, and immediately joined Winston's gang.

Carlos hit while saying, "All do not beat his face, later if you bother his business." Winston was cornered to the wall with both hands holding his head. Right now he could no longer feel the pain in his body, because when compared to his heartache, this was much lighter. He could not hear any sound from outside, his ears buzzing loudly.

"Already! Don't hit me again." Carlos felt it was enough, so he held his friend. He didn't want to hit people until it became a case. He grabbed Winston's hair and hit Winston in the face: "Tomorrow 20 grand. If you don't bring it tomorrow, I'm telling people to teach you, don't you?"

Winston's body stuck to the wall while bowing with his face down, tears streaming down his face. Seeing Winston not talking, Carlos grabbed Winston's hair even harder and said, "I'm not rude, I'm talking to you again?" Winston answered briefly stiffly. Carlos finally left with his friend while nodding in satisfaction. "Tar where are you going?"

"Main game yuk!"

"No fun, biliard!"

"Damn, do you have any money?"

They talk while laughing leaving school.

At this moment Winston's body leaning against the wall slumped down slowly, he squatted on the floor crying so much, at this moment he felt his life was really meaningless, why is school smart? In the end, people are being bullied! Wh why? He beat his head so hard, he hated her so weak, hated her not fighting them, hated why not dare to tell his parents that she was bullied at school.

After a moment, his feelings calmer, Winston stood up and tidied up his messy clothes, then left the school. At this moment, outside of the heavy rain, Winston was walking slowly on the streets. He thanked the raining sky at a time like this, at least being able to keep others from seeing his tears, he just wanted to live a normal life, was it difficult? Why would anyone else be able to school quietly, yet she had to endure the fear. If this was a punishment for the weak, then he would choose to be strong from now on. No more being bullied by anyone. Today, it was raining heavily, Winston would not forget this forever, because today was the beginning of his change.