Lutfi Gilang's

4. Number 986

"Is he your friend, new kid?" asked Herman still sitting on my left side.

Rather he and his two men will continue here, interrupting my breakfast time, intimidating old men, and chatting with the new, familiar boy by sitting in front of me. I thought: "Is it better to leave here? But it could just make Herman become centered on me. Perhaps, staying silent and ignoring them is the right course of action. After all, for almost two weeks, I've always done that. Who cares how it ends? If they bother me directly, in the quotes damaging the boiled yam I'm eating, I'll make them faint."

Noer shakes. "I'm just concerned about what the officers are doing."

"Hmmm...." murmured Herman who to my ears sounded mocking—holding laughter. "then, what is the officer in your view like?"

"As I saw on TV. They look resolute and wise, not persecuting prisoners like last night." Noer answered seriously. To the point of almost choking me for holding back a laugh. In contrast to Herman and his two subordinates, they actually released him blatantly. "What's so funny?" ask him next.

"There's no way those country brewers are as subtle to criminals as we are, new boy! That was the most appropriate action." said Herman. "Again, I myself would go crazy if I had to take care of troubled people for twenty-four full hours each month without being able to rest."

I was quite surprised to hear that statement from him. It was really unexpected that such a cruel man seemed to have such thoughts. It may be that the inmates here actually have a much wiser view than people out there, especially the mice berdasi who do not stop making State Law, the law of the State, increasingly burden the poor and rural people who do not understand many things, can only try to survive, feed their families with care.

"Maybe, you have a point" Noer agreed.

"Heh. so, give me your pay." said Herman to make me understand his pettiness.

Apparently he came here just to prank Noer the New Prisoner. Herman is still the jerk he was before. And I don't blame that. Because for prisoners, it was a natural action. And also very often happens outside of prison, seniors prank their juniors. It's ingrained in this country, isn't it?

"Huh? Ba-pay?"

"Yes, that information isn't free, new boy."

"How can it not be free?!" Noer tried to dodge. "You gave it to yourself!"

"Hey, new boy, nothing is free here." Ateng finally joined.

"Huh?! B-but I didn't ask for it! He knows it himself! So I don't have to pay anything!"

"Dare to be too, you son of a bitch!" Joseph spoke up. He picked up Noer's shirt and lifted him up high. "You want to die?!" threaten her.

"Ti-no. Of course not. Please forgive me.." he said.

But it did not produce anything, instead the three of them became more eager to work on it. I'm sure it is.

"Tch! You think we believe?!" timpal Yusuf arkian threw the new boy until he made the chair occupied by the old man fall over because of it, plus a bunch of eyes that looked at us.

With a limp they rise. The Old Man only dared to stand while bowing his head after taking a position some distance from where we were sitting, The New Prisoner stood while leaning against the table, his hands instead holding onto the stomach. While I was still sitting eating boiled yams that were almost finished.

"Ja-so.... What should I pay for?" tanyanya.

"A pack of cigarettes" replied Herman. He now took a perfect standing position.

"A-a pack of cigarettes you said?" Noer asked to make sure. "I-I don't have that stuff!"

"Tch! You don't have a cigarette, which means you have to pay with your life!" snapping Herman then kicked hard on the table in front of me, hit hard Noer's body. Then the cry of the prisoners boomed this early.

Staggered the New Prisoner tried to get up, justifying the position of the table. "That's... outrageous, isn't it?"

No response, still busy chewing the food in my mouth.

"Take me, asshole!" He exclaimed and slapped my hand, making the boiled yam that was left one bite to fly and fell on the worn-out floor, into a wasted treat.

I got up and stared hard at him. "I won't give you another chance!"

"What's your problem, asshole?!"

With a single breath, I released the raw bogem right towards his left cheek. Very strong, until his head hit the table very hard. Herman fell down and fainted. A second later the cheers sounded louder than before, there were also some who clapped.

"Fuck up! What have you done to the Boss?!" angrily Ateng.

I saw the man take a swing to kick the table to hit me. I anticipated his attack by cramming the table using the sole of my left foot, reversing the impact to his foot. As Ateng groaned in pain, I jumped up and hit him. Make him fall on his back, then hit him in the face. Once, twice, three times, until he bled and finally fainted.

Upon hearing the crackling of footsteps, I turned my gaze behind my back, and as expected, I managed to catch Joseph's right-footed kick using my left hand. I got up, and with a swift gait I debugged the right foot of the pedestal and pressed the left leg up, makes him like a reliable gymnast who is practicing left split with the help of his partner. But of course it is precisely tearing up************* for an untrained person like Joseph.

Really, I hate this guy. He was given the name of one of the Prophets but his treatment and personality did not reflect good things at all. I emphasize to you that your parents have trusted with the name of the Prophet in your name, try your best not to do evil, or it just destroys the image of the Prophet's name that you use.

I didn't stop there. After hearing the moans of the bastards in front of me, I smashed him in the stomach with all my might to make Joseph throw and hit the wall.

I saw that Joseph had not fainted. He coughed twice and with trembling legs he got up. "Brengseeek!!!" snarl. Run towards me and do a lot of jab shots that I always manage to avoid. For me at that time, his attack was not as fast as my teacher's attack when I was Junior High.

After several steps back and dodging the onslaught from him, I began to get used to the rhythm of his attacks. As he took a swipe to add weight to the blow of his right hand, I used the momentum to strangle Joseph's neck. He choked and went back to moaning.

"Sound everything!" I shouted forcing the previous exclamation to vanish instantly. "I warn you all! ....I, nine-eight-nam, as per the rumors that are circulating .. don't bother me anymore! Or you will feel the consequences yourself!" Then he broke Joseph's neck with his left hand, forcing him to faint.

I stepped into the crowd of inmates who whispered this was about me, for sure. And unexpectedly, they all gave way to me, as if I was the one they didn't approach, for them to cause trouble. Anywhere, who cares? I did this for me only!

"Eventually... finally, I finally said something that I have always been harboring all this time." said my mind.

For a moment Noer and the old man had been by my side, matching my footsteps. "What do they want?" I asked myself.

"You. you have tremendous energy" said the New Prisoner.

But I didn't respond.

"You should've used that to rule this place." The old man suggested something I couldn't do.

"Don't bother me!" my grit with bulging eyes.

"Wait, where are you going nine-eight-nam?" Noer asked.

Still I did not respond, there was no way I could tell them my purpose was to leave, I did not want to ruin the terrible impression I made before by deliberately indulging if I wanted to defecate. That's, shamefully, isn't it?

But that's not a problem I should be thinking about, I should be able to make an excuse to explain to the officer about the incident earlier. And I just want them to know that prisoner numbers nine-eight-six really don't like being bullied. And I hope they will until I get out of this dilapidated prison by the end of February. Also I hope that if Lutfi finds out about this, he will forgive me. Hope so....