I'm The One You Throw Out

More Foul

"You-you"

"Well, I've been watching this place for a long time. The evidence I sent to the police, now you have to account for your actions. Consciousness and repentance to God."

Fatih's voice was slow, but full of emphasis. He stood upright looking gallant and brave, while Mala's body was unceasingly trembling. The hand that held the wooden stick no longer had any power. He's completely ruined.

"Foolish people! Where are you guys? Why are you guys being put on! Out!" Mala screamed like a possessed man.

Seek out those who work under his command. Suddenly, large-bodied people sprung up from inside the building. They stood behind Mala preparing to take orders from her.

"Kill the man over there!" tell Mala while pointing at Fatih who is flinching in her place.

All the people heard this cruel order. Moreover Jago, without command he walked forward and stood straight behind Fatih. His larger body, made some of Mala's men doubtful.

"Before that, it's your bones that I'm going to break. Go ahead if you still have the guts!" say Jago without fear or doubt.

Fatih was filled with the bold action of that big man. His back was firm, invisible shaking. His feet are firmly on the ground, he's really ready.

"We too! We won't let you touch him!"

One by one the citizens stood in front of Fatih. Make themselves a fortress to protect the man. Getting more excited about Fatih because of it.

"Bad you guys! Kill them all!" Mala. He was desperate and ashamed.

However, just as their steps swung, the sound of police sirens sent them into a fog. Everyone was running around looking for a place to protect themselves from the police.

"You're not going anywhere. This place is under siege!" fatih said with a smile on his lips.

"Fuck you, Fatih! Look out, I will never forgive you! Never will!"

Dor's!

Mala's move to attack came to a halt when a bullet was fired right in front of her eyes. The grass and ground before him were raised, making Mala's body stiff and unable to move.

It fell thumping. Eyes wide, mouth wide open. His heart seemed to want to escape from the chest cavity, continue to beat strongly and quickly.

"Catch everybody! Don't let any of them get away!" command the commander to his men.

"Good night! With Fatih's brother?"

Fatih nodded her head as a policeman stood before her.

"Can you come with us to the office? You need to provide further information," asked the police officer who was possessed by him.

One that Fatih was unaware of the presence of several television reporters covering the riot. He and Jago follow a police car carrying Mala and everyone involved in the dirty work.

Mala who was in shock, was struck in the car, tears kept coming down, lamenting the misfortune of his fate that day. He was in a different car, a special car with tight guard.

*****

"Jago. Thanks, yes, you have completed me" Fatih said after they returned from the police station.

They had been in front of the restaurant even though dawn was nearing. It seemed like the pilgrimage event would be cancelled by Fatih, considering that he had to rest after doing that big thing.

"No problem, sir. I'm ready to help you when you need me, please don't hesitate to tell me, sir." Jago said firmly and confidently.

Fatih stepped down the side aisle of the restaurant that led to the back, where the employees lived. The room itself was inside the restaurant next to his study.

He opened the door slowly, not wanting to wake Seira and also Rayan.

"Mas!"

Seira ran and immediately hugged Fatih. For an hour she woke up and waited anxiously for her husband to leave. Fatih's wet clothes caused by sweat added to the anxiety in her heart.

Seira took off a hug, checking on her husband's condition.

"Mas is okay? Why go so long? It's dawn, what exactly is it?" scowl Seira without covering up her anxiety.

Fatih smiled, rubbed his wife's hair while kissing her forehead for a very long time.

"It's okay, baby. Ordinary Mas from the village next door, there is a problem there and Mas helps them," Fatih replied to calm him down.

Seira couldn't believe it just like that, once again examining Fatih's body looking for bruises or whatever might be the file of a fight.

"Why are your clothes wet like this, Mom? You're not-"

"No, honey. Don't have to think that macem-macem, Mas want to take a shower first, sultry. You want to sleep, too, kelonin." Started to show up his attitude.

Anxious Seira hit her chest slowly. Still can joke when the wife is very worried about him. Seira sits waiting by the bedside, smiling to herself imagining her increasingly sweet life story.

Fatih's tiredness immediately evaporated when the gentle touch of his wife he felt in his hair. Drowsiness comes attacking, there is quite an hour before dawn comes.

*****

While at the police station, Zafran, who was sound asleep with his cellmates, was awakened by a noise due to the arrival of Mala who was dragged by a police officer. Some people also woke up and saw the incident.

He frowned, the most striking of his appearances was that there were so many people coming with him. In his heart Zafran asked what happened to his ex-girlfriend.

"Why are there so many people coming? Are they all criminals?" ask Zafran's colleagues who saw the convoy of Mala and his friends.

"I don't know." Zafran answered honestly.

"Normally they are involved in prostitution. Didn't you see that many young women wear sexy clothes? They're PSKs, and I think the front-most woman is pimping. He peddles young women to striped men. Money."

Zafran held his breath, starting to think if all this time the effort Mala was struggling with was effort ... Zafran was even reluctant to mention it even though it was only in his mind.

So, Mala's a pimp. The clothes she wears are sexy. Athaghfirullah! Don't-don't ....

Bad thoughts began to perch in his head, about the disease he might receive considering Mala's work must have slept with many men.

Damnit damnit! Turns out you're just j*l*ng more rotten than Lita.

He cursed in annoyance, both his hands clenched to withstand the turmoil that erupted. If only the woman was close to him, wanted Zafran's heart to tear apart his ugly face. Recall the incident a few weeks ago, where Mala came to visit her cell.

He ....

*****

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