Intan, Tomboy Girl

Chapters. 30. The Intan Versus Gina

Police officer Briptu Dimas' chest pushed back Intan's body until he fell into a cell with three women in blue. His stature was pretty good, tall and sturdy.

"Already! you stay with them!" tell Briptu Dimas the man in uniform will leave him. Before leaving he still noticed Intan speaking.

"Sir! is there no mercy for the police to release me? the crimes I committed will be light. Just like that I had to put in a cell," his grunts irritated.

Briptu Dimas left them. With an annoyed face just passed Briptu Dimas from the cell where Intan was detained.

"Based on young people now, ignorant and at will, let them feel the punishment they have done to give a deterrent effect" muttered Briptu Dimas.

"Yes, left! Mr Police! let go of me, sir! I am innocent, Father! I don't want to be in this custody sir!" Intan shouted with energy.

"Can you shut up!" shouted the big-haired lady behind him. Seen from his eyes, he was very upset to see Intan making a noise inside his cell.

Instantly Intan fell silent, but the basic Intan is a woman who does not like to care about people's speech. He's whining cuek.

Again he stood at the gate and violently broke into it.

Brak! Brak!

"Sir cop! get me out of here, sir! Sir!" again his shrill voice made all the ears that were listening to hurt.

"Woy! you can be quiet! or else I'll make your face crumble!" said the muscular woman who seemed like she was a cell head. Intan is not flinching.

"Sir Police! get me out of here sir! sir, I beg you to get me out of this custody!" Intan ignored the three people in the cell.

"Hand the Boss!" one of the men told the head of the cell to come forward and teach the girl who had just entered their cell.

The large-bodied woman gnashed her fingers for the pelting. Walking a few steps forward with his sangar face.

His big, fat hands grabbed the collar of the unbuttoned Intan shirt.

"Eh, what the fuck! how dare you pull my collar! let's get your hands off this collar. Or else you alone will receive the consequences!" Intan did not flinch at all.

To him the martial arts possessed were enough to fight against these kinds of people. World parasite.

"Haha, doubt you are right! once you hit it will be dead! skinny body! how could you beat me!" said the woman arrogantly.

Two other women contributed with laughter that was deliberately made to drop Intan.

"Haha! Hit Gina's boss!" they were very supportive 100% if Gina managed to make it battered.

One fist Gina had prepared, and quickly the movement was already aimed at Intan's face.

Wuussst!! Clamps!

"Ouch!"

Intan managed to pull Gina's hand that almost hit her face, he threw the head of the hand into the air and tried his hardest to free himself from the serenity of Gina's right hand that was still holding her collar.

"This new son of a bitch!" gina Cibir.

Bugs! Intan returned Gina's punch to her face. Until it looks at the corner of his lips looks bruised just one punch from the fist of diamond.

"Ouch! damn this girl, I've never been defeated by anyone even now this thin, dry girl has managed to beat me up!" gina said cynically.

"You're a skinny, dry girl!" again his words repeated with cynical eyes show his dislike of Intan.

Bug bug bug bug!

Intan adds with a few punches to his face without Gina putting up a fight.

"It hurts! Release!"

Bruk! his body fell to the floor. Intan came forward and retorted pulling his collar.

"Revelation if you messed around! I'm not afraid of anyone including you!" intan said pointing at her nose to warn her not to disturb him.

Gina and the other two protect themselves.

"Again?" Intan prepared with his hand grips again, giving a deterrent effect to them.

"Sorry!" gina covered her face with both hands.

Intan let go of the pull of her neck collar, making it difficult for Gina to breathe. Intan walked and looked around the cell corridor waiting for her parents to come to pick her up but they had not been there for a while.

While the three women behind Intan, whispered about Intan's ability to protect himself. So they decided to keep their distance from Intan and not disturb him. Although Gina is the head of a cell that has been senior for years in the room because of a convicted beating case.

Intan looked away at the space per room looking at the cell room facing the room currently occupied to look for Zaky.

A few minutes later, Zaky walks casually towards Intan's cell. Intan was very surprised why he was not detained as well, when obviously they were on the same bike. Even the letter of the vehicle number is listed on behalf of Zaky.

"Zaky, how are you outside? why don't those cops arrest you, too. It's not fair in my opinion!" dercak Intan is upset. With his hands folded on his chest and reluctantly looked at the innocent-looking face of Zaky.

Brak!

Intan kicked hard at the iron fence that was blocking. Bring out his emotions.

"Because the guilty one is that the driver of the motorbike is not the one who was piggybacked by Intan!" the answer.

"Stay, I don't take it." Intan murmured, he stood his back to Zakiy's body.

Then walking back to Zaky outside the cell, "then what about my parents, why haven't they come to pick me up and take me home? I don't want to linger in this holding room, let's dong Zaky, help get me out of here, I'm sure you can help me. Please, just this time I promise you I will not repeat my mistakes back," Intan asked with smart eyes expecting Zaky to get her out of this iron cage.

"I'll call back to your parents and wait patiently" Zaky walked through the corridors of the holding room. And out turning around.

"Well, what's with the kid? is he upset again because I did not listen to his talk until I myself was the victim of entering the cell because of my mischief," muttered Intan.

Pranks!..

Intan punched the fence in annoyance.

"It sucks! I hate you Zaky! if you can't help me. Our friendship is over!" intan was impatient.

"Here you are, don't scream! What was the case that you were in until the police arrested you here?" gina asked, trying to care.

Intan began to look at them with an ordinary face. Trying to be a friendly cellmate.