Lutfi Gilang's

9. Luck is Unexpected

Around 10:07 WIB.

While I was busy practicing physically, the old man was lounging with sleep, and the New Prisoner had not yet returned, suddenly the officers came and hit the bars repeatedly.

"Nine-eight-nam," he called. "there's a job for you."

"Work? Isn't Sunday a holiday for prisoners?" I wondered to myself.

After the cell door opened and closed again, I followed the officer's steps down the corridor. Change to the fifth officer. I don't know what the reason is. Furthermore, feeling no stranger to the place I passed, we turned out to head for the WC country.

"Hmmm.. I seem to be told to clean this up, again." I thought.

"Take the brush, and clean it!" officer is commanding.

I had to obey. Rubbing a man's urinary container using a cleaning tool, although he must repeatedly hold his breath, so pesingnya if kissed up close. And damn, after I moved on the second urinoar, the Guard actually used the already clean sheets to pee. Then he said: "This one is still dirty. Clean it!"

I growl. But still according, even if forced. "Civilized! Is this the behavior of people paid by the government? Act as good as you can, and pretend to rule everything!" my heart said stirred.

"Enough. Go shower!" the officer exclaimed half an hour later.

I nodded, and followed the other attendant's steps towards the attendant's bath where there was only a shower lined up three-safed. I also saw some other inmates flushing their bodies with the water.

"Hmmm. I can take a shower for free." Heart says.

After taking off my clothes, wearing only my pants, I headed for an empty place. Turn on the wall shower and start rubbing my body. It feels so fresh and delicious. As if my body would be completely clean by now.

In my activity, I saw a fat man approaching the officer and whispered: "Hi Franky, I have a snack for you. So give me a minute to play." Then it stepped towards me after the officer nodded. "You have a smooth body" said the person as we stayed a meter away.

I stepped back, away from him. Trying not to be touched by the gay man. Right, one other important lesson, 'Somewhere a prisoner praises your body, rest assured that he is a homo.' Indeed, the condition without a partner makes the mental performance of the inmates turn crazy. They mostly choose to be gay to satisfy their lust. And if they are not gay, they must be very physical.

"Come here, I won't hurt you. We can talk for a minute, I have a delicious black coffee that you'll definitely like." he added.

Suddenly from behind two men pushed me forward, almost making me hit a gay man.

"Woa, woaaa. We're not gonna hurt you. Okay?" he said with a girl teasing tone. "I just want to feel how dense your butt hole is. And you can feel mine too."

I spit to the left side. "I'd rather die."

"You asked, boy!" with teeth grinding. Taking an attacking position, the front left leg, and both hands protected his face. Typical boxers.

Scroll towards the back. The two men backed off. Lean against the wall and cross your hands.

"So they just see it or not?" I thought to myself.

"Forward! One on one! Fight manly!" He exclaimed. "If you lose, you'll be my puppet!"

"Don't expect it, asshole!" I took a defensive position, the front right horses, after further away from the two inmates behind me.

The faggot man approached while on his toes and small jumps ala bokser then did a combination attack that I managed to fend off. When he did the lead and rear I was fooled, I actually took a swipe of the right hand making his left hook go in and hit my right cheek, forcing my body to turn to the left, but I managed to make the most of it by completing a precise circular punch hitting his left ear adding to the thrust of the body rotation, then connecting the attack with the left uppercut crashing into his round chin. He bounced and fell on his back.

When the gay man tried to get up I kicked him in the face repeatedly. The fourth time, he caught my leg. Pull it and drop me. Then overlay my body. I saw him shining with excitement, thinking he had won. I swiftly pierced his throat using tightly lined fingertips, forcing my opponent to flinch and lose consciousness.

I got up after getting rid of the body of the arkian fat gay man facing the prisoner who now had a sour expression. The fight continued until the two men collapsed. I don't need to explain how we fought. Because it uses a lot of attacks, stalks, and avoid it. I even received a kick several times in the abdomen that also made me hit the wall. Of course I was overwhelmed facing two adults at once. But eventually, I got through it. And I should be grateful, even though my body feels a lot of pain.

From the other direction, I heard a snorting sound that I knew belonged to the first guard. He threw a vexed look, then told me to return to the living room with a gesture.

I'm nodding. Rinsing my body from sweat in the shower and then wearing my clothes again. Prisoner's shirt number 986. Three-digit numbers are a curse to me. The sign of one of the most problematic inmates in the rutan of one Central Jakarta country.

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Arriving at the Southern detention cell, I found Jaja and Kusnadi chatting.

"It's over?" I'm just sitting on my bed.

The New Prisoner nodded. "Only for the benefit of the officer,"

I'm appalled. "I didn't expect you to be treated like a criminal either."

"Well, most people don't know about me." she replied.

The old man nodded in spirit, I don't know why. "Lay down, man."

I obeyed his orders and flattened my body on the bed. Kusnadi climbed on me and then began to massage.

"What's going on, Detective?" ask Jaja.

"Just tired. Clean up the country's WC and fight with the faggots." I said.

"Homo?!" The New Prisoner exclaimed.

"Yes" I said.

"So prisoners like them really exist" Jaja said again.

"Twenty percent, man. That's a normal amount of delinquents but psychopaths" Kusnadi explained. Keep justifying my back muscles.

I heard the New Prisoner snorting.

"So, what are you doing?" ask me on Jaja.

"Aah!" yells. "What a coincidence. I was told to go to the laundry, wash the officers' uniforms. And I saw inmates fighting jotos by talking about 'roots'. It seems to be very secret. ....I think" the New Prisoner explained. "what do you think, Detective?"

"Let's just make sure, straight away." I responded.

"How are you going to get there?" Jaja asked back.

I grinned after hearing Kusnadi's talk that this time was a lot of silence, changed as he was, calm and wise. "Officers also love to coffee."

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Free time arrives. All inmates are told to go to the main courtyard, where inmates can mingle with prisoners from all blocks, where inmates transact freely, and a place where officers are very happy to be bribed.

After buying a sack of greaseproof paper to the gatekeeper, Kusnadi asked a few decent inmates who could be invited to cooperate. They told us that the usual to the laundry place and indeed mastered it was Burhan, a transfer prisoner who likes to fuss. He moved for a long time, fifteen years ago. "She was also often rumored." they added.

Of some information that is taken randomly, of course it can be judged to be accurate, even though its accuracy is less than 100%. However, I can confirm that the transfer prisoner has something to do with Kusnandar Singodiredjo. And I just need to prove it today.

After bribing the officers with three cups of coffee, they let us head to the laundry. And just in case I ask Kusnadi to prepare some homo goods Burhan this time also belongs to their group. I entered alone to the place, while Kusnadi and Jaja stood guard at the door with the gay prisoner. I hope they're both not getting caught.

Here, I was in a wide place, very many clothes washers on the right and left sides. At one end there are clothes that are dried with lighting through the roof of the glass tile. On the other hand, there is a steam engine that is used to iron clothes after drying. In the center, I saw a group of convicts who were huddling at once staring at me after hearing footsteps in the echoing room.

"Work is done, you have no business in this place. Go!" sniffed one of the inmates there.

"I'm looking for Burhan" I said after stopping my steps.

"What do you want with me? Motherfucker!" growled at the man I knew instantly that he was the faggot man I made faint in the attendant's bath.

"I want to negotiate with you" I said happily. I've never been this happy to see a gay man before. Not that I like it let alone be amazed, of course not. I'm just happy because I'm sure my plan this time will go perfectly.

"You think I'm gonna believe a fucker like you?!" He was screaming to make the people around him put on a fierce face.

"I didn't come for free, I brought a pack of cigarettes, some coffee beans and, you know," I grinned, hoping he understood what I meant. With two applause five gay men followed in after Jaja and Kusnadi. "You still want to refuse?" ask me a few moments later.

Burhan gulped then slightly raised his hand and instantly his men stepped back. "I want to hear first, what do you want?"

"Coop with me" I said a little screamed.

His eyes turned sharp. "For what?"

"To teach a lesson to the man who sent you here" I said at last. "You haven't been paid in a long time, have you?"

"Tch! How do you know, motherfucker?!" Burhan growling.

"My friends, I have a problem with that guy. I'm here to make sure it's not true that the one who sent you is Kusnandar?"

The faggot man answered my sentence with a nod.