Lutfi Gilang's

8. Coffee Philosophy

Tomorrow. When breakfast arrived, like yesterday, we sat face to face at the end table. But, during the meal, I knew that Kusnadi repeatedly swept his handler over to a group of narapids. That's when he was looking for another prisoner who helped him yesterday, who was for him a good man, who he said was named Jupri.

And my hypothesis was proven after the New Prisoner questioned him directly. "What are you looking for, Grandpa?"

"Nothing" replied the old man with eyes that remained silent.

"You're Jupri's nyari?" Jaja asked back.

Kusnadi choked on food, then quickly grabbed his drink. "What am I looking for, man?"

"Do you have any friends besides us?"

"Where would a criminal want to talk to an ex-fighter like me?" The old man asked the New Prisoner.

"A fighter who ends up being a criminal?" I'm connecting.

"Tch! That's an accusation, man!" geram Kusnadi's. "Don't know for yourself."

I was tickled and continued my breakfast.

"So, what are you looking for, Grandpa?" ask Jaja.

"Hmmm.." murmured the old man. "I want to know immediately who the people Kusnandar paid,"

I chuckle. "His mood he's good at reasoning." said my mind. But I finally asked too. "What's in it for you?"

"You want to thump them?" The New Prisoner is in contact.

"Damn it! I really want to hit them, man!" Kusnadi. "But I'd rather beat up my fucking sister."

"I know you're mad at him, especially at your current condition. Obviously you don't accept. But, being emotional is not good, Grandpa." explained Jaja argued.

"Don't follow me, Pram." responded the high-pitched old man. "What do you guys know?!"

"Did you still not take the money I took?" I spoke up just as the New Prisoner was about to move his mouth.

"Of course I don't accept!" kusnadi. "I can't buy coffee, though,"

"It turns out that's what makes you more emotional, Grandpa?" ask Jaja.

"So, you like coffee?" I'm connecting.

"Obviously I like to coffee!" kusnadi.

"Did other inmates like to coffee like you?" ask again.

"Of course I like it!" The old man shouted. "It was like a wife's child to them. Every man should love to coffee."

"I agree with you, Grandpa." respond to the New Prisoner.

"Hmmm.." I muttered. "I don't like to coffee."

"You gotta coffee, man! 'You won't know the bitterness of life, if you can't understand how bitter the coffee is.'" said Kusnadi.

"I'm quite amazed by your language, old man." I said. "Have you been a poet before?"

"Don't tease him, Detective." - Serobot Jaja. "It's not good to mock the old man,"

I was on my lips to hear it. He himself was also beating up the old man.

"Am I that old?" ask Kusnadi who made us more open.

Instantly the gazes of the two men before me turned serious, a sign of something bad approaching us. "You're gonna protect us, aren't you, Detective?"

"I paid you last night, man." The old man answered the New Prisoner's question.

"Who is that guy?" let me guess someone who stepped here.

"Jashon Silver, he's Mabonk's subordinate. I heard he was on TV wrestling." whispered Kusnadi to my question.

"Why is that man in prison?"

"Drug case. No opponent, because they win too often." Jaja explained. "Some pro wrestlers say he can't lose."

"That's bad news, isn't it?" my many.

"I'll help you, Detective." said the New Prisoner trying to calm me down.

"Nine-eight-nam," said the voice of the hoarse man whom I later knew belonged to Jashon. "follow me!" his orders.

I don't respond, still eating my food.

"You hear me?!" The man asked a little scream.

"Take him, man." asked Kusnadi, but I still ignored him.

Instantly his big hand clasped my right shoulder. "You got a problem with me?" I asked.

"Ha ha ha. anyway, you should come with me!" snapped Jashon.

I sipped my drink. "I told you not to bother me."

"You think I'd be scared of a boy like you?!" The man pulled me up as if picking up a dry clothesline, then tossed it into a bucket.

I exhaled, confirming my clothes. Trying to calm down and trying to hide the shock of his strength.

He has a large and muscular body with a height of maybe 2 meters, it could be 80 kg or even more. A square face, a slick haircut, and a sharp eye; typical of professional wrestlers. I don't know, one thing's for sure, Jashon Silver is a Westerner. That's all I can confirm from the face and color of his eyeballs. If it was true that I had to fight him, I would definitely be greatly disadvantaged.

Instantly the inmates had surrounded us, as if making a barrier for me and the big man.

With wide strides, Jashon approached and then again grabbed my right shoulder. "You coming with me, or do I want to break your nose?!" threaten her.

"Try it," I replied.

The man's right hand clenched, began to take a swing, and as he moved his bogem towards my face, I slightly moved my right shoulder, making him lose his balance and miss his attack. Along with that, the cheers of the inmates boomed. I also had a chance to see the guards behind them with their long guns, watching us for fights with serious wounds.

"I should, they stop this right now." I complained.

Unfortunately it doesn't affect me. I managed to dodge and catch him. Forced him to fall over after I threw his foot up. As Jashon was about to get up, I used the momentum to kick her face to the point that her head hit the wall, then stepped on it hard to hit the floor and knock her unconscious for a moment. Once, twice, thrice, and repeatedly until the blood seeps out and pools on the floor of the dining room. Be the opposite of what that person said before. Now, he's got a broken nose.

One good lesson, if you feel you are not benefiting from your physical condition and energy, make sure you knock your opponent unconscious with a series of deadly quick attacks. And that's what I just did. I was lucky to beat Jashon by knocking him unconscious on the second strike. If only the fight had lasted longer, of course I would have benefited less. Because after all the trained muscles are used to receiving fast attacks with little impact.

From the noise of the cheers of the inmates, I heard the sound of applause. It became clearer after the screams died down. I looked towards the owner, he's the Chief Guard. "Nine-eight-nam!" calling me. "You have a visitor,"

I'm appalled. "Who visited me? And did he not see the fight earlier? Didn't any guards see it? Will they not punish me? Or later?" My heart wonders for itself.

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Arrive at the visiting room, with iron bars as a barrier between the faces, and concrete walls on the foundation. I was surprised to see a man sitting in front of me.

"Dimas" I said and sat down before him.

"Ma-Mas Gilang" he answered.

"What's the business here?" my many.

"Well.. a-anu Mas, .. I want to apologize."

I kept quiet, letting Dimas continue his sentence.

"Sorry because at that time, I did not believe the same explanation Mas Gilang."

"Hmmm...." Nug at me.

"Clara has clearly explained everything to me Mas, if Adit just misunderstood about Mas Gilang cheating on him."

I agree with the signal.

"So gini Mas, before, besides about Mas Gilang cheating on Clara who in fact just misunderstood. I'm angry, too, because Clara is my best friend Mas's fiance." Dimas. "At that time, I was really angry because Mas Gilang knew Clara, but Mas Gilang himself already had Mba Lutfi. Although Mba Lutfinya no longer know where." he added.

My head went up to answer him.

"Hopefully because of that Mas Gilang has no grudge against me," he hoped.

I'm shaking.

"Thank God... oh, yeah! Clara nitip messages to me Mas, she apologizes to Mas Gilang for making such a big deal."

I nodded and said: "It's not because of that that I'm in prison,"

I saw Dimas surprised. "Keep because of what, Mas?"

"The problem of work."

"Ooh...."

"You brought cash?" I'm nanya.

Dimas was shocked. "Bring, why Mas?"

"I ask, one hundred and eighty-five thousand."

"Loh, Mas Gilang malak me?!" Dimas nanya slightly exclaimed.

I grunt. "Your best friend's betrothed hasn't paid for her order in Adit's cafe,"

"Oooh. So it was Mas Gilang who was told to pay?" ask Dimas.

I'm nagging. "Here, you'll ask your best friend directly."

He's nagging. Grabbing the wallet from his pants pocket. Then give me three pieces of fiber money.

"This is an exaggeration" I said.

"Take it, Mas."

I grinned. "Thank you," And then keep it.

Instantly, the sound of iron shaking after being struck by the guards, the sign of time chatting with old friends had run out.

"Dim, you have to help me resolve that misunderstanding" I asked.

"I promise, Mas." she replied with a nod of her head.

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Arrive in the lodge room.

"Where is he?" I asked Kusnadi after sitting on my bed.

The old man nodded his shoulders. "Where do I know?! He disappeared after breakfast."

"Oh,"

"Who's visiting you, man?" Kusnadi asked.

I'm riveting my lips. "Now" I said, throwing his money.

"Just last night, why was it returned?" ask the old man after receiving the money.

"She's already paid half her promise,"

"That's great news!" kusnadi.

"Oh, yeah." I threw money back at him, now a sheet of money hundreds of thousands.

"What's this for, man?"

"Buy coffee, I need that thing for tonight's show."

"Can I ask you a few?"

I agreed with a nod.