Lutfi Gilang's

10. Negotiating

The scorching Surya illuminated one part of the laundry place. It's so bright it feels like you're burning skin if you're standing for five minutes under a glass tile. In a large room that reflected quite perfectly, I was still face to face with the master of this building, Burhan.

The height of the average height of adults in the archipelago, tan skin mature, affluent body with excess abdominal muscles, face box, chin round, eyes narrow, hair shave flattened, thin mustache and without beard. That's how I describe his physique, I hope you can imagine for yourself what Burhan is like. One thing's for sure, other than his ferocity, he's gay.

Of course, that forced me to make some distance to him. I really don't want to sit parallel let alone just the two of them with such an indecent man. I need information from that guy.

"Can you take us? We need to greet people who are paid like you." I said.

"You know who they are?" ask Burhan.

"No. That's why I asked you to be a guide." I answered.

"Squeals! Looky!" he shouted while widening his hands. "From my body, you should know, I don't like to walk. I prefer a solid ass. Right, sweetheart...."

"Yes handsome" said the people behind me.

"You can play later, I need the information now" I said urgently.

"Why are you in such a hurry? We can meet them anytime. After all, I haven't gotten my pay." Burhan responded with a smirk full of excitement.

I turned my body, told my men to leave this place.

"Sweety!" I'm sure he spit. "You're good at bargaining apparently."

I stopped walking and turned to the left side. "I won't ask twice."

Burhan grunting. Then he rose from the iron bar that he had been sitting on. "Follow me," he asked.

I followed the man's steps after gesturing for Kusnadi and Jaja to return to the living room. We only anticipate the worst possible eventuality that the inmates we meet later know that the old man is the one they've been looking for all along. If so, it would be the same as giving them a treasure chest for free. While the payment we brought— a pack of cigarettes, some coffee beans, and five homo joined the subordinates of gay men.

About two meters distance between me and Burhan in down the various corridors, through the guards so easily without the need to give money to shut up. Finally we reached the place he said was the "Centre of Power". Various muscle trainers were lying everywhere, some were being used. I also saw that the inmates here were larger in size with their muscles being muscular, some of them were practicing their match, half were cheering, and others were discussing something.

"Looks, you're gonna live nine-eight-nam long" said one of the inmates, whose number I could immediately tell was Mabonk, "M-480-nk". I don't think, why is he the only one whose prisoner number is strange, there are additional letters all. The one I'm sure of, it forms his calling, Mabonk.

"Waaah... hey, Burhan! You haven't been here in a long time, Fatty." continued another prisoner I don't know who he is. Call it 560.

"Who are you calling Fat, asshole?!" furious Burhan.

"Waaah. I really want to see you." said prisoner number 101 as he approached me.

I nodded, then swept back a glance, understanding the faces of the criminals in this place one by one. And actually I was also looking for Jupri's whereabouts, the times he was here. I'm sure he's a paid man for Kusnandar Singodiredjo. Maybe I was wrong, maybe he was hiding. Either way, I still have to focus because I've entered the hive of heyna.

"What's your business with this guy?" ask Burhan.

"I just want to make sure he's up to the rumors" he replied and then carried out a surprise attack that almost hit me. And the man's face stopped expression after I retaliated quickly, almost clutching his face after dodging. The man breathed hard until his warmth hit my right palm. "I admit this boy has something interesting." Then turn the body and return to the horde. "Come here, there's something we need to ask."

I'm nagging. Step deeper in. Of the five inmates in front of me, besides Mabok and 101 and 560 prisoners who previously mocked gay men with the nickname "Fat", I also saw Herman. As usual he still put on a drowsy face even though he had said: "Dare you come here too, you son of a bitch!" The other one, I don't know who he is yet.

"Did I miss another meeting?" burhan asked after a long silence.

"No, Fat. We even just wanted to call you." replied prisoner 560.

"In fact, you actually came alone, even bothering to bring important people here." added 101.

"Important person? What's that supposed?" I wondered to myself.

"I didn't bring him, he asked to be escorted here." said Burhan made the people in front of him surprised.

"Make what?!" asked Herman a little exclaiming.

"You're fighting a war, boy?!" Prisoner 560 connecting.

"Here you go, let's hear the reason first." a prisoner without a number. He looked aged, maybe five-headed. His face was wrinkled, and his entire head hair was white.

"I want you to work with me" I said.

"Pff! Ha ha.... Did I not hear wrong?!" Prisoner 560 exclaims.

"Are you joking nine-eight-nam?" ask the prisoner 101.

"Squeals! I won't believe it." said Herman.

"Continue" pinta inmate without prisoner number.

"Hmmm.." I muttered.

"Nothing's free here, son. Tell everything. We'll judge you." the old man said.

I grunt, but I talk too. "I heard, if you can't get any more rations from that man."

"That guy?" repeat 101 ensures his hearing. Then I looked at me sharply.

With the same look as his friend, Herman pursed an eyebrow. "Bad! You already know a lot of it."

"Yes, huh? This kid knows about Kusnandar?" babble 560 uncovers their secrets. Instantly the old man's fist landed on his face, making him fall to kiss the floor.

"******!" snarled Herman then. "Your mouth is like a bucket of bodol! I can think!"

"**** bucket!" added prisoner 101.

"That's it, already." serobot Burhan. "Nine-eight-nam already know our secret,"

"Well?!" Herman, 560, and 101 exclaimed compactly. The old man only gave a piercing look.

"Fuck up!" complained Herman.

"Look! He knows we are calm himself. No need to yell like that. Although black gini, I am also human! Discrimination is called!" 560 words. Yes, from my point of view I can already guess that he is Eastern. Black skin, thick lips, large eyes, curly hair, rhythmic manner of speaking, become a characteristic of them.

"Shut up!" snapped the old man, his voice booming in this echoing room. He looked at me sharply. "Tell me what you know,"

"My friend heard about the makar in the laundry room this afternoon. They weren't Burhan or his subordinates, because Burhan was taking a bath at the time, and I was with him." I explained.

"Kikin...." Prisoner 560 laughs like a house mouse. "he molested you, did he?"

"Lucas!" snapped prisoner 101.

"Why? I just want to know. Wrong, huh?" tanyakanya.

"No, this asshole knocked me out first" Burhan responded.

"Don't brag about your defeat, sissy!" exclaim Herman.

"What did you say, chin face?!" gertak Burhan's.

"Continue" said the old man indifferent to the noise around him.

"When the clock is free, I steal the conversation inmates, they complain about broken machines, small water and so on. I'm sure it's about the laundry place." I said later. "They're Herman and Lucas' men. The Black and the Ateng, Joseph."

I saw the leader of the block tip and the Easterner flinched before finally looking back at me sharply.

"Then, what does this have to do with me?" ask the prisoner 101.

"Almost everyone here knows, each block leader often gather at any time. Although I don't know where. And I find it hard to accept that any of you have a secret job for your own sake. In short, you make work as a bet. Who can finish it first, he will reap more profit" I argued.

I saw the old man grimacing. "I like the way you think, but that's just your guess."

"I know," I replied. "so I just need to make sure to your subordinates. He," I'm intrigued. "they really like coffee."

"Fuck up!" Prisoners without numbers cried out instantly. "Their mouths are as foul as their mothers!"

"****!" prisoner up 101.

"Suckers! " call Lucas.

"Basically a boy ******!" Herman cursed. "Lambe bodol!"

"Catelo!" The old man came back screaming. "The soldiers licked the ground so that their mouths would not be easily bribed!"

"Yes Boss!" strangled one of the inmates, then left the room with two of his friends through the North door.

"Hey, you little brat!" inmate screams without back number. "What was your job before?"

"What business do you want to know?" I asked back.

"Tch! Your brain is smarter than you look.

"I've given you the pay you want." I said not to respond to his words. "So, how did you decide?"

From the expressions of 101 prisoners, ucas, Herman, and the old man, I'm sure they still have a hard time accepting me. Another case with Burhan, he has accepted me because he has got what he wants. And indeed we made an agreement not to spread to the five colleagues.

"Let's use the old way" the old man said a moment later.

"Waaah... The old way, huh?! I like that!" Lucas Response.

Smirk at the thick lips of the 101-shiny prisoner. "I agree,"

"Tch! Whatever!" said Herman indifferently.

Burhan agreed.

"Buckles!" exclaimed the old man after nodding.

The summoned prisoner came with a small run. Then stand by the man's side without the prisoner's number.

"You have to fight him" he added, patting the burly man's muscular arm.

"Sound boy! Just holding on is not enough, you have to beat him." said prisoner 101.

"Nine-eight-nam," called Herman. "not that I care. It's just that, everyone who fought against him must have been—"

"Dead!" serobot Lucas's.

"Don't just cut my talk, squeak the pot! " sniff Herman did not accept.

"Who did you say silit pot? Chin-faced!" He's getting back on the stick.

"He's not lying. Five of my men died silly by challenging him. You're careful sweetie." whispered Burhan.

If only that person hadn't called me sweetie, I would have been happy to get her advice.

"How about, petty boy?!"

I'm setting my breath. Thinking it was impossible for me to retreat now, but advancing also gave me a much greater risk. However, as a man, especially one who had practiced martial arts, and was in need of the trust of the block leaders, I could not escape from the battlefield. Because after I entered this room, I had also steadied myself in the face of everything that happened. So I answered the man with a nod of the head.